On Me

(الألبوم: Federal 3X - 2017)

I just wake up and get my day started like this here
This how I do this shit fool

All this money got these bitches on me, on me, on me
They like fleas, I can't get 'em off me, off me, off me
Diamonds on me flash like paparazzi, 'razzi, 'razzi
Million dollar man, Ted DiBiase, 'ase, 'ase
In the club posted with my homies, homies, homies
Check on me just like Michael Conley, Conley, Conley
If I sneeze they might catch a homi, homi, homi
Too much drank and weed, I feel like a zombie, zombie, zombie

My car ain't got no key, you got to push start it
Pull up in a foreign and valet park it
I'm somewhere in Memphis at a day party
Security tripping at the door, we had to Bogard it
Boy your swag on fufu like the free market
I been doing this sauce shit since Ed Hardy
He froze up in the action, he a choke artist
My nigga 'dem don't miss shit, they scope artists
I need a bitch like Kash Doll, a black barbie
If this rap shit today, on Black I'm back robbing
All these narcotics I'm taking got my head naughty
She eating the dick while bumping me, I got her head nodding

All this money got these bitches on me, on me, on me
They like fleas, I can't get 'em off me, off me, off me
Diamonds on me flash like paparazzi, 'razzi, 'razzi
Million dollar man, Ted DiBiase, 'ase, 'ase
In the club posted with my homies, homies, homies
Check on me just like Michael Conley, Conley, Conley
If I sneeze they might catch a homi, homi, homi
Too much drank and weed, I feel like a zombie, zombie, zombie

My homies gangster, uh-huh
I'm talking dangerous, uh-huh
They don't post no fucking pictures of no bangers, uh-huh
They won't go to court and point no fucking fingers, uh-huh
In the trenches with 'em, don't give a fuck 'cause I'm famous, uh-huh
Drop him where he stand, burn him like a tan
They gon' do it for me, just on my command
Shawty thick as fuck, I wanna get in her pants
She got a man but tonight he ain't in her plans
Let me show you why the call me MoneyBagg, hundred K large in a Gucci duffle
I got a real check on me, pockets I stuff 'em, hope I don't bust 'em
Saint Laurents when I walk
You ain't got these 'cause these here custom
Hitting your bitch from the back on the dresser last night
I fucked around scuffed 'em, damn

All this money got these bitches on me, on me, on me
They like fleas, I can't get 'em off me, off me, off me
Diamonds on me flash like paparazzi, 'razzi, 'razzi
Million dollar man, Ted DiBiase, 'ase, 'ase
In the club posted with my homies, homies, homies
Check on me just like Michael Conley, Conley, Conley
If I sneeze they might catch a homi, homi, homi
Too much drank and weed, I feel like a zombie, zombie, zombie