On My Shit

Bitch I’m on my shit, and I ain’t acting like it stank
Running to the money, yea we heading to the bank
Tell the bank teller give me all Ben Franks
Young rich niggas give a fuck what they thank
Cause bitch I’m on my shit, and I ain’t acting like it stank
Running to the money, yea we heading to the bank
Stacking up my mula, spend it on my jewla
Ten gold chains call me slick rick the rula
And I be riding through by old hood but I’m new shit
Same old attitude but I’m in new six
We be eating Soho we be eating Ruth Chris
Screaming fuck the popo on my Ice Cube shit
I be getting love in bodegas out in Brooklyn
Stacking up money shit taller than Bushwick
Let the money pile up, had to change the style up
See me on IG and I got my smile up
Bitch I’m balling out I can buy my own sport
Pay my nigga lawyer fees if he go the court
Playing old Biggie, fuck bitches get money
If you ain’t tryna get it broke nigga get from me
Bitch I’m on my shit, and I ain’t acting like it stank
Running to the money, yea we heading to the bank
Tell the bank teller give me all Ben Franks
Young rich niggas give a fuck what they thank
Dre Polo be the one these rap niggas wanna envy
I’m making 7 out of 10 you ain’t even made a penny
My chicks look creole, you need Ms. Cleo
Off the wall Mike Jack, you other niggas Tito
And I’m sipping on Clicqout, I don’t do the smirnoff
Talking about money broke nigga we ain’t heard yall
I get love in the Third Ward like the bird call
Grinding so much I fuck around and take year off
And come right back on my own schedule
Made myself a boss tell these lables I won’t settle
All these niggas mad cause Im on a new level
All gold bezel, eyes reder than the devil
Swear that all you niggas weird, and all you niggas strange
This is my year and I made my own lane
Fucking up the game, screaming money ain’t a thang
Wake up to good head, champagne and MaryJane