O.M.O.
I don't fuck with you lame hoes
Money stack like some Pringles
On my own, that's the way it goes
Fuck you, Ima make it though
Troubling, troubling
Say you want us again
Teach you a lesson
Preach you a session
It was just you and me, before the messing
Said in a message
I do not need, anyone now
Me and myself, it's been a while
Holding it down, while holding the crown
Piece of the pie, square root it down
Wait
Who is she to me
Possibly to be dirt
Yeah
Who is she to be
Causing pain to me, hurt
Nah
I don't fuck with them silly hoes
Yeah, Ima strut like Ima get me more
Bring me the light, Ima shine like gold
Put on sunglasses like Yeezy though
I don't fuck with you lame hoes
Money stack like some Pringles
On my own, that's the way it goes
Fuck you, Ima make it though
Stumbling, stumbling
Cross-faded once again
Never learn lessons
I need a blessing
But I ain't stressing
Cause I'm on my own again
Y'all so persistent
To be on the dizzick
But go on the social and act like a snake bitch
But I give a fuck less
Cause y'all children garbage
While I hit that lane switch
Talking about fame shit
Y'all staying basic
Posted in basements
I've opened my mind
I don't waste my time
I'm up on the grind
Now my rhymes stay sublime
Y'all sour like limes
Cause I'm taking your dimes
And I pay you no mind
Cause I'm on my own
Building my throne
And I do it while thrown
I face the unknown
Now I'm feeling so grown
And I know where I'm going
Alone to the top and no one can't stop me
And no one can't stop me
I don't fuck with you lame hoes
Money stack like some Pringles
On my own, that's the way it goes
Fuck you, Ima make it though
Lady friends, shady friends
Act like you might be friends
Blow you all off
Talk just to talk
Rumors all in my ear
Weird how you so sincere
Moving right on
Yeah
Picture me this
Hip hop is bliss
Money and commas
Got me amiss
Haters on deck
Who know what it is
Got you a problem, ninety-nine ain't shit
Hit after hit
Ima hit it four times
Lifted like angels
Bitches like dimes
Ignorant bliss
Just trying to do fine
Out here grinding and pushing my rhymes
Holding on time
Time is money, just trying to get mine
Just trying to get mine
Trying to get mine
Money stack like some Pringles
On my own, that's the way it goes
Fuck you, Ima make it though
Troubling, troubling
Say you want us again
Teach you a lesson
Preach you a session
It was just you and me, before the messing
Said in a message
I do not need, anyone now
Me and myself, it's been a while
Holding it down, while holding the crown
Piece of the pie, square root it down
Wait
Who is she to me
Possibly to be dirt
Yeah
Who is she to be
Causing pain to me, hurt
Nah
I don't fuck with them silly hoes
Yeah, Ima strut like Ima get me more
Bring me the light, Ima shine like gold
Put on sunglasses like Yeezy though
I don't fuck with you lame hoes
Money stack like some Pringles
On my own, that's the way it goes
Fuck you, Ima make it though
Stumbling, stumbling
Cross-faded once again
Never learn lessons
I need a blessing
But I ain't stressing
Cause I'm on my own again
Y'all so persistent
To be on the dizzick
But go on the social and act like a snake bitch
But I give a fuck less
Cause y'all children garbage
While I hit that lane switch
Talking about fame shit
Y'all staying basic
Posted in basements
I've opened my mind
I don't waste my time
I'm up on the grind
Now my rhymes stay sublime
Y'all sour like limes
Cause I'm taking your dimes
And I pay you no mind
Cause I'm on my own
Building my throne
And I do it while thrown
I face the unknown
Now I'm feeling so grown
And I know where I'm going
Alone to the top and no one can't stop me
And no one can't stop me
I don't fuck with you lame hoes
Money stack like some Pringles
On my own, that's the way it goes
Fuck you, Ima make it though
Lady friends, shady friends
Act like you might be friends
Blow you all off
Talk just to talk
Rumors all in my ear
Weird how you so sincere
Moving right on
Yeah
Picture me this
Hip hop is bliss
Money and commas
Got me amiss
Haters on deck
Who know what it is
Got you a problem, ninety-nine ain't shit
Hit after hit
Ima hit it four times
Lifted like angels
Bitches like dimes
Ignorant bliss
Just trying to do fine
Out here grinding and pushing my rhymes
Holding on time
Time is money, just trying to get mine
Just trying to get mine
Trying to get mine
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Writer(s): Lucas Pelkey
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