Here We Go Video (MV)

Paper Route Frank (Montana Corleone made this one)
Yeah, what up?
(Ayy, Sosa, man, this beat crazy)

The first thing I did, I went and got me a zip (bitch)
The second thing I did, I went and took me a trip
He owed me money, I said don't ball, just shoot the shit up off the rip (bitch)
Shorty got the best massage, she do it with her lips (shit)
Sittin' in my office smokin' blunts like I'm Bill Clinton
My side bitch start catchin' feelings, I had to tell her chill (Lewinsky)
She sick (ugh), ill (ill), murder (woah), kill (kill)
All of my trap money go to my kids, it's in my will (it's Dolph)
Lodi, dodi, dodi (dodi), no, I didn't go to college (nah)
But I might wake up tomorrow, go buy another 'Rari (yeah)
My side bitch drive a Mase' (yeah)
She a pretty girl and all she wanna do is party (yeah)
Super-bad bitch and she know she an alcoholic (hey)
Hold up, who that callin'? (Brrt)
F*ck that, back to ballin' (f*ck that)
Lil' mama from New Orlaans (Creole)
Bury me in a Dolce & Gabbana coffin (Gabbana)
We in competition on who can pour the drank the rawest (raw)
Four hundred racks for a coupe, didn't test drive it, I just bought it (what?)
A nigga say they f*ckin' with the kid, shit, I doubt it
Crossed a bad bitch out for another one, GPS re-routin'
Now she sittin' at home like a bad-ass kid poutin' (uh-huh)

Here we go, here we go, here we go (hey, hey)
Here we go, here we go, here we go (hey, hey)
Here we go, here we go, here we go (hey, hey)
Here we go, here we motherf*ckin' go (bitch, bitch)

Free all my lil' niggas locked down up in that celly (ayy)
All my straps out 'cause all my lil' niggas villains (yeah-yeah)
Don't dodge no smoke, no questions asked when steppers steppin' (step on 'em)
Just like Little Caesars with my gang, we hot-n-ready
Carbon 15, and it came with the drum on it
Young niggas gone off the Perc' goin' dumb on 'em (Perkies)
Just bought a Glock, that bitch came with a switch on it
Sent my lil' nigga, I bet he don't miss on it
I stack up that bread like some motherf*ckin' Pringles (rackades)
I used to be robbin' and starvin' and dealin' (on God)
I was just breakin' in houses and stealin' (that was back then)
Now the boy ridin' on the road to the riches (big racks)
Just 'cause I'm rappin', don't get it confused
Still'll mask up and go pull me a move (I'm still with it)
I do my show on the stage with the tools
Move and no question big daddy gon' shoot
Big dawg in my hood, man, they call me the truth
I'll make this bangin' shit out here look cool
Make niggas sick, man, I feel like the flu
Put a opp face on the motherf*ckin' news (bye bye)

Here we go, here we go, here we go (hey, hey)
Here we go, here we go, here we go (hey, hey)
Here we go, here we go, here we go (hey, hey)
Here we go, here we motherf*ckin' go (bitch)

They ain't let us in, so we kickin' down the back door
We ain't never stop for the po-po (nah)
Walk in the spot, you see two hundred Ps
Yeah, my trap goin' loco
Crazy, yeah, we trappin' hard like the eighties (trap)
My young niggas strapped like the navy
I'm a go get it, I don't have no patience (go get it)
I'm the type of nigga go get it, what I'm waitin' on?
Yeah, went and got a plug and now my money long (money long)
These niggas can't f*ck with me, I'm in the zone (zone)
These niggas can't f*ck with me, I keep my chrome (chrome)
I keep me a foreign bitch, bad to the bone (bone)
Man, for real (bitch), yeah, yeah
First I got a zip
Then I made a couple flips and took a trip
All these icy bitches lovin' how I drip (icy, drip)
I keep switchin' foreign whips with a big Glock on my hip
Extended clip, get up out my way, f*ck how you feel (yeah)
I'm in the fast lane road-runnin' to the mils (to the Ms)

Here we go, here we go, here we go (hey, hey)
Here we go, here we go, here we go (hey, hey)
Here we go, here we go, here we go (hey, hey)
Here we go, here we motherf*ckin' go (bitch, bitch)