On My Way (feat. YRK Zy)
I'm On my way, I got to get digits
Bro know that I'm wit' it, I'm tryna get cake
(Trynna get cake, Yeah, Yeah)
Ain't no other way, Yeah I'm from the trenches
Let's turn up to riches I'm tired of the hate
(I'm Tired of the hate, Yeah)
Pay attention to the fakes
These niggas be bitches I got some precision that might be the jakes
(Them boys might just be the jakes, yeah)
I'm On my way, I got to get digits, bro know that I'm wit' it, I'm tryna get cake
Single digits, Double digits, Triple digits, Quadruple digits (Ooh, Yeah)
It don't matter what it is I'm still making them digits (Yeah)
It don't matter who I'm wit', Just know that they wit' it (They wit' it)
I don't care where you at, I don't care who you wit'
Never trust me wit' the blicky, I get into something sticky
I can really do something that you can't
I can take some mud and turn it to paint
Never trust me wit' the blicky, I get into something sticky
I can really do something that you can't
I can take some mud and turn it to paint
It's 6 something in the morning, My bad its 7:34
I might just go to sleep, or I might stay and make more
I don't know what to say in this song i'mma go along like I'm playing baseball
You need a gun you know you ain't hard without it
They don't wanna use hands they ain't hard wit' it
I'm On my way, I got to get digits, bro know that I'm wit' it, I'm tryna get cake
(Trynna get cake, Yeah, Yeah)
Ain't no other way, Yeah I'm from the trenches
Let's turn up to riches I'm tired of the hate
(I'm Tired of the hate, Yeah)
Pay attention to the fakes
These niggas be bitches I got some precision that might be the jakes
(Them boys might just be the jakes, yeah)
I'm On my way, I got to get digits, bro know that I'm wit' it, I'm tryna get cake
I'm on my way, ca-call me a whip and we driving too quick we going to L.A.
These people be faking, they be tryna be your homie, but you know that they can't
They over there cryin' They losin' They mind, I'm just tryna go on my way
I'm goin' separate ways I ain't tryna play
Copped a new whip and its gray, Got some new shoes spray em' wit' paint
I just got a blunt I filled it wit' Runtz now
I'm really all over the place, You niggas is slow, my niggas on go
Get wit' the pace and go wit' the flow
I'm on my way, ca-call me a whip and we driving too quick we going to L.A.
These people be faking, they be tryna be your homie
But you know that they can't
They over there cryin' They losin' They mind
I'm just tryna go on my way
Look lets separate, Yeah
I'm On my way, I got to get digits, bro know that I'm wit' it, I'm tryna get cake
(Trynna get cake, Yeah, Yeah)
Ain't no other way, Yeah I'm from the trenches
Let's turn up to riches I'm tired of the hate
(I'm Tired of the hate, Yeah)
Pay attention to the fakes
These niggas be bitches I got some precision that might be the jakes
(Them boys might just be the jakes, yeah)
I'm On my way, I got to get digits, bro know that I'm wit' it, I'm tryna get cake
Bro know that I'm wit' it, I'm tryna get cake
(Trynna get cake, Yeah, Yeah)
Ain't no other way, Yeah I'm from the trenches
Let's turn up to riches I'm tired of the hate
(I'm Tired of the hate, Yeah)
Pay attention to the fakes
These niggas be bitches I got some precision that might be the jakes
(Them boys might just be the jakes, yeah)
I'm On my way, I got to get digits, bro know that I'm wit' it, I'm tryna get cake
Single digits, Double digits, Triple digits, Quadruple digits (Ooh, Yeah)
It don't matter what it is I'm still making them digits (Yeah)
It don't matter who I'm wit', Just know that they wit' it (They wit' it)
I don't care where you at, I don't care who you wit'
Never trust me wit' the blicky, I get into something sticky
I can really do something that you can't
I can take some mud and turn it to paint
Never trust me wit' the blicky, I get into something sticky
I can really do something that you can't
I can take some mud and turn it to paint
It's 6 something in the morning, My bad its 7:34
I might just go to sleep, or I might stay and make more
I don't know what to say in this song i'mma go along like I'm playing baseball
You need a gun you know you ain't hard without it
They don't wanna use hands they ain't hard wit' it
I'm On my way, I got to get digits, bro know that I'm wit' it, I'm tryna get cake
(Trynna get cake, Yeah, Yeah)
Ain't no other way, Yeah I'm from the trenches
Let's turn up to riches I'm tired of the hate
(I'm Tired of the hate, Yeah)
Pay attention to the fakes
These niggas be bitches I got some precision that might be the jakes
(Them boys might just be the jakes, yeah)
I'm On my way, I got to get digits, bro know that I'm wit' it, I'm tryna get cake
I'm on my way, ca-call me a whip and we driving too quick we going to L.A.
These people be faking, they be tryna be your homie, but you know that they can't
They over there cryin' They losin' They mind, I'm just tryna go on my way
I'm goin' separate ways I ain't tryna play
Copped a new whip and its gray, Got some new shoes spray em' wit' paint
I just got a blunt I filled it wit' Runtz now
I'm really all over the place, You niggas is slow, my niggas on go
Get wit' the pace and go wit' the flow
I'm on my way, ca-call me a whip and we driving too quick we going to L.A.
These people be faking, they be tryna be your homie
But you know that they can't
They over there cryin' They losin' They mind
I'm just tryna go on my way
Look lets separate, Yeah
I'm On my way, I got to get digits, bro know that I'm wit' it, I'm tryna get cake
(Trynna get cake, Yeah, Yeah)
Ain't no other way, Yeah I'm from the trenches
Let's turn up to riches I'm tired of the hate
(I'm Tired of the hate, Yeah)
Pay attention to the fakes
These niggas be bitches I got some precision that might be the jakes
(Them boys might just be the jakes, yeah)
I'm On my way, I got to get digits, bro know that I'm wit' it, I'm tryna get cake
Credits
Writer(s): Isaiah Mcclure
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