On My Line (Interlude)
My vision is vivid
My women be pretty
& I'ma pour up this 4 baby, I don't do the Henny
I'm saucin' in Jimmys
Makin' wishes like Timmy
& I'ma get a lil change & cash it out on a Bentley
She love that she with me
She love how I get it
I take a chance every day, I wake up & pray & get benjis
I plot on a million
I see that she with me
Because she rode through the bad times, now she see me gettin' lifted
She wanna come with me
She say don't forget me
I won't forget all these women in different states & these cities
The foreign came with a chicken
She talkin' so different
I had to google a translator to put her in business forreal
Workin' all night, no time for a day shift
For a day shift, I take her on a day trip
My my my my, all these women all on my tip
All on my tip, trynna lock the vice grip
She so fine make me wanna make her mines yea
Make her mines yea, but I ain't got the time yea
My my my my, all these women on my line yea
On my line yea, but I ain't got the time yea
From Memphis to Japan, gotta stretch the bands
Like the rubberband man, Grand Hustle plans
His girl a worker for a crook, she think I stole her bands
Swear she angel but a hooker I can't understand
But now she wanna ride for me, die for me
Don't you cry to me, cry to me
Know I can tell when you lie to me
Will you hit trial & you lie for me?
Ohhh whoa whoa oh
Bally$o gone have you on on on
We takin' smokes of the strong
We sippin' 4s out the 'foam
My women be pretty
& I'ma pour up this 4 baby, I don't do the Henny
I'm saucin' in Jimmys
Makin' wishes like Timmy
& I'ma get a lil change & cash it out on a Bentley
She love that she with me
She love how I get it
I take a chance every day, I wake up & pray & get benjis
I plot on a million
I see that she with me
Because she rode through the bad times, now she see me gettin' lifted
She wanna come with me
She say don't forget me
I won't forget all these women in different states & these cities
The foreign came with a chicken
She talkin' so different
I had to google a translator to put her in business forreal
Workin' all night, no time for a day shift
For a day shift, I take her on a day trip
My my my my, all these women all on my tip
All on my tip, trynna lock the vice grip
She so fine make me wanna make her mines yea
Make her mines yea, but I ain't got the time yea
My my my my, all these women on my line yea
On my line yea, but I ain't got the time yea
From Memphis to Japan, gotta stretch the bands
Like the rubberband man, Grand Hustle plans
His girl a worker for a crook, she think I stole her bands
Swear she angel but a hooker I can't understand
But now she wanna ride for me, die for me
Don't you cry to me, cry to me
Know I can tell when you lie to me
Will you hit trial & you lie for me?
Ohhh whoa whoa oh
Bally$o gone have you on on on
We takin' smokes of the strong
We sippin' 4s out the 'foam
Credits
Writer(s): Hooli Bally
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
Other Album Tracks
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.