That's On Me! (feat. Alyssa Jane)
Ya bitch get off me
I ain't goin with the grain
Lil mama wanna hold my hand, but I can't
Bitch so dusty
You ain't gotta tell me that I got it
I'm a bad mother fucker
Whippin fire, bitches can't touch me
And if you owe me shit, you get the clip
Ain't afraid to put where it must be
Click clack bang, hit you til your busting
That ain't on God, player, that's on me
In the morning, I'm singing just like a Barbie
Back of the car, sipping my morning coffee
By night, I got the baddest bitches on me
Pulling up in a tux at the hotel lobby
You can tell I'm all that when I'm walking
J's on blaze, on base, when I hit home
Haters talking about how they wanna go off me
I'm like hold on, that's my mama calling
Bitch get off me
I ain't goin with the grain
Lil mama wanna hold my hand, but I can't
Bitch so dusty
You ain't gotta tell me that I got it
I'm a bad mother fucker
Whippin fire, bitches can't touch me
And if you owe me shit, you get the clip
Ain't afraid to put where it must be
Click clack bang, hit you til your busting
That ain't on God, player, that's on me
Come at me, go at me
I have got the key to the Bugatti
Unhappy that you're not me
But you better settle down with that poor acting
I don't need you with a front in this case
Tell me the truth, that you hate what I make
That you can't stand me just dripped up in lace
With a big fucking smile on my face
Go on, get it
Go on, get it
That's a big fat payment
Knew I'd get paid the second I hit the pavement
Money smell sweet and all of these bitches fragrant
Can't touch me, but you still out here chasing
I respect it
I won't shoot down a fuckboy that's failing
But tell me, now that you gone and got em
How does it feel knowing you're at the bottom
Ya bitch get off me
I ain't goin with the grain
Lil mama wanna hold my hand, but I can't
Bitch so dusty
You ain't gotta tell me that I got it
I'm a bad mother fucker
Whippin fire, bitches can't touch me
And if you owe me shit, you get the clip
Ain't afraid to put where it must be
Click clack bang, hit you til your busting
That ain't on God, player, that's on me
I ain't goin with the grain
Lil mama wanna hold my hand, but I can't
Bitch so dusty
You ain't gotta tell me that I got it
I'm a bad mother fucker
Whippin fire, bitches can't touch me
And if you owe me shit, you get the clip
Ain't afraid to put where it must be
Click clack bang, hit you til your busting
That ain't on God, player, that's on me
In the morning, I'm singing just like a Barbie
Back of the car, sipping my morning coffee
By night, I got the baddest bitches on me
Pulling up in a tux at the hotel lobby
You can tell I'm all that when I'm walking
J's on blaze, on base, when I hit home
Haters talking about how they wanna go off me
I'm like hold on, that's my mama calling
Bitch get off me
I ain't goin with the grain
Lil mama wanna hold my hand, but I can't
Bitch so dusty
You ain't gotta tell me that I got it
I'm a bad mother fucker
Whippin fire, bitches can't touch me
And if you owe me shit, you get the clip
Ain't afraid to put where it must be
Click clack bang, hit you til your busting
That ain't on God, player, that's on me
Come at me, go at me
I have got the key to the Bugatti
Unhappy that you're not me
But you better settle down with that poor acting
I don't need you with a front in this case
Tell me the truth, that you hate what I make
That you can't stand me just dripped up in lace
With a big fucking smile on my face
Go on, get it
Go on, get it
That's a big fat payment
Knew I'd get paid the second I hit the pavement
Money smell sweet and all of these bitches fragrant
Can't touch me, but you still out here chasing
I respect it
I won't shoot down a fuckboy that's failing
But tell me, now that you gone and got em
How does it feel knowing you're at the bottom
Ya bitch get off me
I ain't goin with the grain
Lil mama wanna hold my hand, but I can't
Bitch so dusty
You ain't gotta tell me that I got it
I'm a bad mother fucker
Whippin fire, bitches can't touch me
And if you owe me shit, you get the clip
Ain't afraid to put where it must be
Click clack bang, hit you til your busting
That ain't on God, player, that's on me
Credits
Writer(s): Dut Garang
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