On Me

(Yea she on me)
(I don't even like that bitch but she keep calling)

Ha, ha, ha
Yea she on me
I don't even like that bitch but she keep calling
Uh, uh, uh
You so boring
You hit my phone i will not see it till the morning
La, la, la
You ain't special
She want flowers but i smoke that in my fronto
But, but, but
Don't fuck with broke hoes
All my shawties got a bag and it's like ten fold

Ok I see they mad
Cause they bitch wetter than New Orleans
Since she seen my bag
And peeped that I don't got no stylist
Yeah niggas sad
You should've fixed up when you seen I was wildn'
It's too late for that
I'm way too lit bouta start a riot
Told that little bitch to be quiet
Chevy blues in my diet
If you get money move quiet
All of my hittas move in silence and
I don't even know that chick
So why she keep on fronting
You don't notice it so I don't want your loving
So wassup, up
You so annoying
You could slide but you gotta bring a homie
I'm too real I don't fuck with no phonies
Singing to your girl like i'm Tony Toni

Ha, ha, ha
Yea she on me
I don't even like that bitch but she keep calling
Uh, uh, uh
You so boring
You hit my phone i will not see it till the morning
La, la, la
You ain't special
She want flowers but i smoke that in my fronto
But, but, but
Don't fuck with broke hoes
All my shawties got a bag and it's like ten fold

And niggas been talking on me cause I been running up them digits
Got a plan and I execute it
Now the kid got to playing with figures
Yea I know that you got some good intentions but you could never see what I envision
Cutting off all ties to the outside
Stay ten toes never slipping
So I don't care for anyone that try to come and jack they opposition
You ain't even got a pot to piss in
My little mans tote a Smith and Wesson
Been hundred grand since the age of ten
We done fought wars so they get the message
Moving sly with like 30 guys, I could never lack even for a second
Not even for a second

Ha, ha, ha
Yea she on me
I don't even like that bitch but she keep calling
Uh, uh, uh
You so boring
You hit my phone i will not see it till the morning
La, la, la
You ain't special
She want flowers but i smoke that in my fronto
But, but, but
Don't fuck with broke hoes
All my shawties got a bag and it's like ten fold



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Writer(s): Ahlayah Springer
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