On Me (feat. TKP Nook)

I got these racks on top of racks
I mean these stacks on top of stacks
I keep on stacking yea I stack
I blow your bitch right from the back
She keep on calling that's my slatt
We run it up they run it back
Transactions busting through my jack
I kick my feet up and relax
Now I see why niggas hate on me
Bitch we run it up y'all run it back on me
I remember being broke asking homies
Niggas started moving funny in my lonely
Now we getting money now
Ain't funny now
I'm Getting money now
Ain't funny now
I'm Getting money now
Ain't funny now
I'm Getting money now
Ain't funny now
Hopped on the speedway
Niggas was hating they loosing
I'm working I'm working I'm working
They key is to hop in your birkin
Remember them nights we was lurking
My stomach stomach was hurting
Knew I wasn't eaten it was curtains
So I had to hop up and start swerving
Still on the E way
She in my phone like a replay
Remember them nights you need me
Now you call me like you miss me
What happened to boy with the money
Found out I make more off one play
Found out I'm the plug the same day
New wheel all tints when I switch lanes
BM 6 series with the big thing
Right up inside with the big bing
Now I get money through Sunday
Bustdown and cube with the diamond rings
Remember now you need me
Remember now you need me
Remember now you need me
I told you I'm going retarded

I got these racks on top of racks
I mean these stacks on top of stacks
I keep on stacking yea I stack
I blow your bitch right from the back
She keep on calling that's my slatt
We run it up they run it back
Transactions busting through my jack
I kick my feet up and relax
Now I see why niggas hate on me
Bitch we run it up y'all run it back on me
I remember being broke asking homies
Niggas started moving funny in my lonely
Now we getting money now
Ain't funny now
I'm Getting money now
Ain't funny now
I'm Getting money now
Ain't funny now
I'm Getting money now
Ain't funny now

Whoa who you know count all this dough
Damn fuck on your bitch at my show
She see the drip see the glow Damn young nook don't lack never fold
All this money i can't fold damn gotta keep a clip to hold
Cannot keep up with my flow Damn stack up this bread til i'm ghost
See the finesse
Double the check
Wrist and my neck
Diamonds so wet
Run it up never sweat
Keep a drummer on set
Gimme a tech
Tell you something that i won't do
Imma get to the bank like suppose to
We see the hate what you gone do
Kush pack gang go too
What you say when your held down
For something you didn't want started
Push my thumbs through the bills now
I'm balling i'm balling i'm balling

I'm balling i'm balling i'm balling
She calling my phone she stalling
Remember them nights we was starving
Now I'm getting money and we balling
Kept praying a nigga start falling
But I stepped up like Jordan
Keep watching me record then
Nigga keep watching here we go then

Now I see why niggas hate on me
Bitch we run it up y'all run it back on me
I remember being broke asking homies
Niggas started moving funny in my lonely



Credits
Writer(s): Raphael Bernard Robert, Stix Famous
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