On God
No Cap
Yeah
I know if I don't do nothin' I know how to get me some bread
I can't fuck with this shit It's too fake
Get some money and stay out they way (What you say)
She saw me thumbin' thru hundreds and now she want give that head
I can't fuck with that bitch I'm too paid
Wanna fuck better get you a raise (That's what you say)
Diamonds on diamonds I got me some diamonds now look at your boy
I can't fuck with that bitch I'm a star
Know she wanna eat that dick in the car, that's On God
I know you hate how we shinning you try it and we go to war
Gotta keep me a stick in the car
We pop pop let it blick at your door that's On God
I'm from the dirty like shawty I keep me a birdie, I call it a Cardinal
I know how to park it, I know I can off it I know how to spark it, I can't be no target
That's a big N.O, like I'm from New Orleans, get hit with that Hornet
Don't end up like wodie
We draw like an artist, get hit at ya party,You dearly departed, enjoyed the recording
I'm Michael Jordan when I'm in recording, If I get to scoring I might for 40
Lived thru my 20's can't die in my 30's, I keep me a .40 can't let 'em Shakur me
I up it like Horry I fuck up the story I pay for that war could your paper afford it?
Nah you get extorted, your shit come up shorter that driver Jeff Gordon, I got it imported (Yeah)
These niggas funny Ol' Otis a couple promoters, you fuckin' jebronis
We get it unloaded, its empty reloaded, you send in the total Air Traffic Control it (Yeah)
You ever had them thangs goin thru?
Get swerved you know what to do
You ever hit the bird with the blues, then you bring it back with the bird flu (God Damn)
(Aye)
I know if I don't do nothin' I know how to get me some bread
I can't fuck with this shit It's too fake
Get some money and stay out they way (What you say)
She saw me thumbin' thru hundreds and now she want give that head
I can't fuck with that bitch I'm too paid
Wanna fuck better get you a raise (That's what you say)
Diamonds on diamonds I got me some diamonds now look at your boy
I can't fuck with that bitch I'm a star
Know she wanna eat that dick in the car, that's On God
I know you hate how we shinning you try it and we go to war
Gotta keep me a stick in the car
We pop pop let it blick at your door that's On God
OK I feel like I made it, I doubled my digits and triple my payments
And fucked on that bitch cause I'm single and dating
I know you been geekin', I got what craving
Don't do no labels, I know I'm ya favorite, I feel like the greatest it ain't no debating
I switched up the cadence, I fucked up the papers
I bought me a whip and a chain like I'm slaving
You wanna touch it we uping the stainless, I know how to dump it, I don't do no waving
I know how to cut if tryna get faded, put you up on a shirt if you tryna get famous
Oh what a feelin' like mama I made it, I bought that estate and bought you a Mercedes
I know they be hatin' I won't let 'em take me, I promise that I make it back to my babies (Yeah)
Fuck what you heard of we been bout them murders
We put you in dirt then go spin at your service
You don't want no smoke, I can see that you nervous
Give a fuck bout no beef, we gone cook up them burgers
Just watch how you steppin', we gone pull out that mop it get messy
I'ma get me a check, let me check it
I get money two ways ambidextrous, I'm from Texas
I know if I don't do nothin' I know how to get me some bread
I can't fuck with this shit It's too fake
Get some money and stay out they way (What you say)
She saw me thumbin' thru hundreds and now she want give that head
I can't fuck with that bitch I'm too paid
Wanna fuck better get you a raise (That's what you say)
Diamonds on diamonds I got me some diamonds now look at your boy
I can't fuck with that bitch I'm a star
Know she wanna eat that dick in the car, that's On God
I know you hate how we shinning you try it and we go to war
Gotta keep me a stick in the car
We pop pop let it blick at your door that's On God
Yeah
I know if I don't do nothin' I know how to get me some bread
I can't fuck with this shit It's too fake
Get some money and stay out they way (What you say)
She saw me thumbin' thru hundreds and now she want give that head
I can't fuck with that bitch I'm too paid
Wanna fuck better get you a raise (That's what you say)
Diamonds on diamonds I got me some diamonds now look at your boy
I can't fuck with that bitch I'm a star
Know she wanna eat that dick in the car, that's On God
I know you hate how we shinning you try it and we go to war
Gotta keep me a stick in the car
We pop pop let it blick at your door that's On God
I'm from the dirty like shawty I keep me a birdie, I call it a Cardinal
I know how to park it, I know I can off it I know how to spark it, I can't be no target
That's a big N.O, like I'm from New Orleans, get hit with that Hornet
Don't end up like wodie
We draw like an artist, get hit at ya party,You dearly departed, enjoyed the recording
I'm Michael Jordan when I'm in recording, If I get to scoring I might for 40
Lived thru my 20's can't die in my 30's, I keep me a .40 can't let 'em Shakur me
I up it like Horry I fuck up the story I pay for that war could your paper afford it?
Nah you get extorted, your shit come up shorter that driver Jeff Gordon, I got it imported (Yeah)
These niggas funny Ol' Otis a couple promoters, you fuckin' jebronis
We get it unloaded, its empty reloaded, you send in the total Air Traffic Control it (Yeah)
You ever had them thangs goin thru?
Get swerved you know what to do
You ever hit the bird with the blues, then you bring it back with the bird flu (God Damn)
(Aye)
I know if I don't do nothin' I know how to get me some bread
I can't fuck with this shit It's too fake
Get some money and stay out they way (What you say)
She saw me thumbin' thru hundreds and now she want give that head
I can't fuck with that bitch I'm too paid
Wanna fuck better get you a raise (That's what you say)
Diamonds on diamonds I got me some diamonds now look at your boy
I can't fuck with that bitch I'm a star
Know she wanna eat that dick in the car, that's On God
I know you hate how we shinning you try it and we go to war
Gotta keep me a stick in the car
We pop pop let it blick at your door that's On God
OK I feel like I made it, I doubled my digits and triple my payments
And fucked on that bitch cause I'm single and dating
I know you been geekin', I got what craving
Don't do no labels, I know I'm ya favorite, I feel like the greatest it ain't no debating
I switched up the cadence, I fucked up the papers
I bought me a whip and a chain like I'm slaving
You wanna touch it we uping the stainless, I know how to dump it, I don't do no waving
I know how to cut if tryna get faded, put you up on a shirt if you tryna get famous
Oh what a feelin' like mama I made it, I bought that estate and bought you a Mercedes
I know they be hatin' I won't let 'em take me, I promise that I make it back to my babies (Yeah)
Fuck what you heard of we been bout them murders
We put you in dirt then go spin at your service
You don't want no smoke, I can see that you nervous
Give a fuck bout no beef, we gone cook up them burgers
Just watch how you steppin', we gone pull out that mop it get messy
I'ma get me a check, let me check it
I get money two ways ambidextrous, I'm from Texas
I know if I don't do nothin' I know how to get me some bread
I can't fuck with this shit It's too fake
Get some money and stay out they way (What you say)
She saw me thumbin' thru hundreds and now she want give that head
I can't fuck with that bitch I'm too paid
Wanna fuck better get you a raise (That's what you say)
Diamonds on diamonds I got me some diamonds now look at your boy
I can't fuck with that bitch I'm a star
Know she wanna eat that dick in the car, that's On God
I know you hate how we shinning you try it and we go to war
Gotta keep me a stick in the car
We pop pop let it blick at your door that's On God
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Writer(s): Michael Scott
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