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Money Man

On The Go

 

On The Go

(album: State Of Emergency - 2020)


(Ayy, where you get that beat from? Mooktoven)

I run through the pack like I'm Derrick Henry
These niggas won't shoot like Ben Simmons (Felipe S)
I catch a play, got the stick with me
I'm in LA with your bitch with me
I turned her on, it's your bitch business (Turn me up a little bit, Zedd)
She like to swim with the big fishes
Two thirty-five, I'm a bit heavy (Yung Lan on the track)
Two-twenty on my car dashboard
Went to the lot and paid cash for it
The life that I live, took a chance for it
I put some stamps on the passport
I'm on the way to the Clearport
Lost me a hundred K, dear God
This jacket on me a Fear of God
Can't think right now, I got brain fog
All white Dior, I'm the fraud god
Met a lil' bitch from the west side
We at the Hawks game, we courtside
Coaching these bitches like Rex Ryan
23K for a choker chain
Finna take off like an airplane
Ain't want the Richard, it's too plain
Ain't want that bitch, she was too plain

I'm just like woah, woah, woah
I'm on the road, road, road
I'm on the go, go, go
Had to perfect my flow
Had to put on my bro
Had to designer my clothes
Had to designer my hoes
Look at her nails and her toes
She 'bout her business, it show
I'm just like woah, woah, woah
Had to put on my bro
I'm on the go, go, go
I'm on the road, road, road
Had to designer my clothes
Had to designer my ho
I'm just like woah, woah, woah

Damn, her body too cold
Had to Versace my robe
Surprising these niggas, Nick Foles
And I be having bankrolls, no Fresh
G-Star jeans, no Guess
Need my money, no less
Having these checks correct
Damn, she sexy, she blessed
Dropping these hits, I'm up next
Had to bust down my Rolex
Had to bust down my Cartiers
After I hit, we part ways
Serve a nigga bags, then part ways
Traphouse on Flat Shoals Parkway
Serving all the niggas fish parquet
I remember all them dark days
White collar, ran it up the smart way
Served a nigga, project hallways
Feet hurt, I been on 'em all day
Her back hurt, we been fucking all day
PeeWee money, got this shit the long way
Good loud, got this shit the strong way
Ball every day, fuck holidays
I can get the bags in, it's just a call away

Like woah, woah, woah
I'm on the road, road, road
I'm on the go, go, go
Had to perfect my flow
Had to put on my bro
Had to designer my clothes
Had to designer my hoes
Look at her nails and her toes
She 'bout her business, it show
I'm just like woah, woah, woah
Had to put on my bro
I'm on the go, go, go
I'm on the road, road, road
Had to designer my clothes
Had to designer my ho
I'm just like woah, woah, woah

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