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On Me
by Young Rock
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Two three four bands when I walk in
And the president tint when I'm riding in the Benz
Thousand dollar kicks with the Tom Ford lens
And my bag got bigger so I cut off friends
I just wanna ride around in the new tint
He wanna hate cause I been with his bitch
He just mad cause the boy got rich
He just mad cause the boy got rich
I hit up the bank cha-ching
I got the money, the bling
Louis and Gucci and Prada on me and I be so icey when I'm with my team
Tryna stare at me gone need 3D
And baby who you know that sound like me
And I been getting money seven days of the week
And I been going hard I can not OD
She wanna fuck, on me
I'm making these hits this shit easy
Only smoke gas when it's 93
Baby you know I got racks on me
I wanna go and go get the cheese
Louis coat it cost a G
I know that pussy boy don't want beef
That boy he soft that boy he sweet
Two three four bands when I walk in
And the president tint when I'm riding in the Benz
Thousand dollar kicks with the Tom Ford lens
And my bag got bigger so I cut off friends
I just wanna ride around in the new tint
He wanna hate cause I been with his bitch
He just mad cause the boy got rich
He just mad cause the boy got rich
I hit up the bank cha-ching
I got the money, the bling
Louis and Gucci and Prada on me and I be so icey when I'm with my team
Tryna stare at me gone need 3D
And baby who you know that sound like me
And I been getting money seven days of the week
And I been going hard I can not OD
She wanna fuck
Two three four bands when I walk in
And the president tint when I'm riding in the Benz
Thousand dollar kicks with the Tom Ford lens
And my bag got bigger so I cut off friends
I just wanna ride around in the new tint
He wanna hate cause I been with his bitch
He just mad cause the boy got rich
He just mad cause the boy got rich
I hit up the bank cha-ching
I got the money, the bling
Louis and Gucci and Prada on me and I be so icey when I'm with my team
Tryna stare at me gone need 3D
And baby who you know that sound like me
And I been getting money seven days of the week
And I been going hard I can not OD
She wanna fuck, on me
I'm making these hits this shit easy
Only smoke gas when it's 93
Baby you know I got racks on me
I wanna go and go get the cheese
Louis coat it cost a G
I know that pussy boy don't want beef
That boy he soft that boy he sweet
Two three four bands when I walk in
And the president tint when I'm riding in the Benz
Thousand dollar kicks with the Tom Ford lens
And my bag got bigger so I cut off friends
I just wanna ride around in the new tint
He wanna hate cause I been with his bitch
He just mad cause the boy got rich
He just mad cause the boy got rich
I hit up the bank cha-ching
I got the money, the bling
Louis and Gucci and Prada on me and I be so icey when I'm with my team
Tryna stare at me gone need 3D
And baby who you know that sound like me
And I been getting money seven days of the week
And I been going hard I can not OD
She wanna fuck
