Just Might Go Lyrics by Yung Miami
(Feat. Travis Scott)
Time is runnin’ out
Ease your mind with a bump and grind (Miami)
Fantasies full of ecstasy will—
Fuck it up on me and my friends (What’s up? What’s up? What’s up? Yeah)
It ain’t fun if you ain’t drinkin’ (What’s up? What’s up? What’s up? Uh-uh)
Brought my bitches, bring all your friends (What’s up? What’s up? What’s up? Ayy, ayy)
Show me that the money don’t end (What’s up? What’s up? What’s up? Don’t stop, don’t stop)
Couple more shots and I just might go
And I just might go, and I just might go
And I just might go, ooh, ah
And I just might go, and I just might go
And I just might go, ooh, ah (Couple more shots and I just might go)
I’m a rich nigga dream (Yeah)
Pull up, doin’ hood nigga things (Skrrt)
Big bag and a whole lot of bling (Ah)
I’ma buy when I’m off that thing (Ayy)
Ride with the stick when I’m in my zone (Ayy, ayy)
Take a nigga home, fuck him out that Chrome (Hahaha)
Hearts, for the right nigga, I’ma play that part (That’s right)
If I trip, I’ma trip in Saint Barts (Uh)
Tell him, “Beat the pussy up,” make it bark (Ouch, ow)
Send a nude, tell him get here now (Now)
We can stay in, you gon’ eat it out
Keep it wet, I ain’t never in a drought (Uh-uh)
Fantasies full of ecstasy will—
Fuck it up on me and my friends (What’s up? What’s up? What’s up? Yeah)
It ain’t fun if you ain’t drinkin’ (What’s up? What’s up? What’s up? Uh-uh)
Brought my bitches, bring all your friends (What’s up? What’s up? What’s up? Ayy, ayy)
Show me that the money don’t end (What’s up? What’s up? What’s up? Don’t stop, don’t stop)
Couple more shots and I just might go
And I just might go, and I just might go
And I just might go, ooh, ah
And I just might go, and I just might go
And I just might go, ooh, ah (Yeah, couple more shots and I just might go)
Just might go, two to get in, two to let go (Oh)
Need no stylist, put you in Vogue, all that ass, don’t mean to impose (Oh)
Dick so big, got her touchin’ her toes, shit so swole from the wall to the floor
Like eenie-meenie-miney-moe, 305 with the 304s
And 24K, know I’m on you, know I’m plat’ tonight, I’m gold (Ooh)
Caresha, please, it’s shot o’clock (Yeah), you playin’ cards, I’m fallin’ out (Yeah)
I’m in the spot, you know it’s hot, La Flame in spot, you know it’s hot (Ooh, yeah)
Yo-yo, where they at?
Fuck it up on me and my friends (What’s up? What’s up? What’s up? Yeah)
It ain’t fun if you ain’t drinkin’ (What’s up? What’s up? What’s up? Uh-uh)
Brought my bitches, bring all your friends (What’s up? What’s up? What’s up? Ayy, ayy)
Show me that the money don’t end (What’s up? What’s up? What’s up? Don’t stop, don’t stop)
Couple more shots and I just might go
And I just might go and I just might go
And I just might go, ooh, ah
And I just might go, and I just might go
And I just might go, ooh, ah (Couple more shots and I just might go)
Fuck a nigga so good that I’m callin’ him back
But if a nigga dick small, I ain’t callin’ back
Five fives sit on waist, shit, I’m all of that
Throw this ass on a nigga, catch a cardiac
Like left, right, throw it in a circle
Bad bitch, so I got a bad bitch circle
You don’t know what type of freak I turn you
You ain’t a billionaire, this pussy don’t concern you
Can you handle me? Yeah, Miami, nigga, I’m your fantasy
When you fuck that bitch, you imagine me
You see this face card and the bitch bad as me
You gotta love me, adore me
I make a Christian nigga Dior me
I bring the freaks out to the orgy, nigga
Fuck it up on me and my friends (What’s up? What’s up? What’s up? Yeah)
It ain’t fun if you ain’t drinkin’ (What’s up? What’s up? What’s up? Uh-uh)
Brought my bitches, bring all your friends (What’s up? What’s up? What’s up? Ayy, ayy)
Show me that the money don’t end (What’s up? What’s up? What’s up? Don’t stop, don’t stop)
Couple more shots and I just might go
And I just might go, and I just might go
And I just might go, ooh, ah (Ooh)
And I just might go, and I just might go
And I just might go, ooh, ah (Couple more shots and I just might go)
