Now that I’m on
Now that I’m on
Now that I’m on
Yeah, fuck free, do business plans for the fee
Eatin’ breakfast at the club like, “Where’s Angela Yee?”
Don’t envy, life’s a piano, try not to damage the keys
You’ll vanish with greed before you planted the seed
You had decided to gamble like niggas that move to Nevada
And you and your partners maneuver for dollars
But who was your partners?
‘Cause you wasn’t honest when you was in college
You flew to Bahamas like you was Obama
But leave it behind you, Hakuna Matata
I’m blowin’ like niggas that’s cool with Osama, pause
Now that I’m on
These bitches love me
These niggas hate me
Back on my G shit
Now that I’m on
These hoes wanna fuck me
The streets going crazy
Them boys wanna sneak diss
Now that I’m on
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Now that I’m on
Now that I’m on
Back in the Louis store
Back in the Gucci store
Back in my Crystal Louis Vuitton, yeah, where it started, ho
Spikes on spikes on spikes
Ice on ice on ice
Got bitches on bitches on bitches
They foreign and they right
Now that I’m on
Five different phones
Got three different spots
And I ain’t never home
I change the stone in my watch
I got your bitch on lock
She in love with Future
She Team Pluto, ha
Now that I’m on
These bitches love me
These niggas hate me
Back on my G shit
Now that I’m on
These hoes wanna fuck me
The streets going crazy
Them boys wanna sneak diss
Now that I’m on
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Now that I’m on
Now that I’m on
I’m getting so cold
I ain’t went this hard since last week
Shoes drop next Sunday, got ’em last week
I don’t say it’s my car, I let the tag speak
Fuckin’ on the rooftop
Button make the coupe drop
Bad boy pull up
Loud, nigga, woo-sah
Can’t every groupie get the dick, let’s eliminate
Rollie Breitling on my wrist, got it amputated
Now that I’m on
These bitches love me
These niggas hate me
Back on my G shit
Now that I’m on
These hoes wanna fuck me
The streets going crazy
Them boys wanna sneak diss
Now that I’m on
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Now that I’m on
Now that I’m on
Them lame ass niggas still hating
That’s that shit I don’t like
Could spot a snake from a distance, the look in your eyes tell me that you ain’t right
Everyday I wake up in the morning I’m just thankful for the day
Take a minute, smoke a blunt, they say I’m throw’d like a bouquet
None of that bullshit don’t excite me, boy, I had to make a way
Can’t help these bitches, love my presence, she gon get unwrapped today
I could tell the way a hater look at me his face tell me I’m on
At first that ho ain’t get no play and now she blowin’ up my phone
Hold on
Now that I’m on
These bitches love me
These niggas hate me
Back on my G shit
Now that I’m on
These hoes wanna fuck me
The streets going crazy
Them boys wanna sneak diss
Now that I’m on
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Now that I’m on
Now that I’m on
Marcus visor
Eighty-four for a see-through visor
Forty bricks in Michelin Tires
Turban fries, tied buys
Neon violet, autopilots
Equalizer, fall like spider
Ruby flows, that Aston Martin
Break it down for basic minds
Candy brown, the inside drowned it
Ice cream seats, with cocaine mounts
Forgot to pay the bail bond
Rap game Barry Bonds
Bobby Bonilla
In the kiwi two-seater
Seventy-million, act like they know me
Two-hundred-thousand, but still they owe me
I came from the bottom
From a place where the cops are the robbers
It’s more money, more problems
We don’t give a fuck, another day another dollar
Now that I’m on
Now that I’m on
Now that I’m on, yeah
Now that I’m on
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