On & on (feat. LILQ2FYE)

Man, you know how young niggas steppin', man. You feel me For real, though Man, we live, man. Turn up by the front of me Man, that nigga really gotta go and get it Really gotta turn up for my city If a nigga runnin', he get shot with that glizzy I'm on the block, bust it up, man, I'm makin' this cash I'm gettin' cash, and I get it fast If he runnin', he get switched like he fast That nigga be talkin', I jet in the past I swear to God, put a rat in the grass I'm makin' this cash, and I do it so fast Run up on me, be a part of your shit I swear to God, that nigga talkin', he not even with it I bust it up every day, gettin' money Stack it right to the vein, he run up on me He get slapped in his face, ain't mad Cause they see a nigga get paid Drippin' that sauce, I'm really stinkin Just like I'm a wasp, I swear to God She look at my fin, she ask me, how much did that bitch cost Look at my diamonds, you know that they floss I go to work, cause I am the boss We finna take our young nigga, really gotta go and get it Really gotta put on for my city She shakin' up, but you know she got titty That bitch with me, her name is Whitney I swear to God, put a dip in her kitty Bitch, I swear to God, we got glizzies I got God on my side, tellin' me to save him Ayy, I told my daughter, leave that hoe alone She wanna play him Run down on the up, I'ma have to spray him Told that hoe to play with real, I ain't talkin' jailin Yeah, I'm on the money heist, I feel like Berlin Went from Japan, now the drugs in Berlin Ball-turned-baby nigga from Marlin Yeah, I be sparkin' that money I'm on the money heist, I feel like Berlin Went from Japan, now the drugs in Berlin Ball-turned-baby nigga from Marlin Yeah, I be sparkin' that money They gotta be here at ten, or I can't f*ck Yeah, I'm fine, I'm for 30, that's a curry I'm so high, when I drop, my vision blurry When I drop, my vision blurry She gon' suck me, light me flurry I'm so fly, jet like a birdie He run up on me, swear to God, he finna die In the kitchen, bait up her like a pie Smoke a pressure pack, cause it keep me high Swear to God, I'm gettin' cash, and I do it so fast He run up on me, he get popped in the shit I swear to God, that nigga know that he need I swear to God, that nigga know that he need I swear to God, that nigga know that he need With me and Damien on the beat Instead of snappin' back-to-back, bringin' heat Nigga run up on me, now that jet off his feet And I really gotta get somethin' to eat I got money, and I'm gettin' it fast Look at my diamonds, they dance on your ass That nigga so broken, he don't got a back Ah, shoot, that's my man, and it's done Cause I'm really gettin' it Man, I'm gettin' money Man, I'm gettin' Benjamins Yeah Thanks for watching