ONSOMESHIT ft. Henny West Lyrics

I gotta go get it I'm getting the bag

I don't trust these bitches I can't get attached

Fuck with me now but back then they would laugh

Now they like angel you come with the slaps

So get out my way, trynna get paid

Bad little bitch and she do what I say

If you ain't talking money I don't conversate

Addicted to winning I don't take no breaks

We pull up

We mobbin

We got on patek

Run it up

Run it up

Ice on my neck

All of my exes they full of regret

I'm going big that's why she upset

I gotta go

I gotta leave

I Can't be with women that's not in my league

No one can stop me and that's guaranteed

Don't fuck with rappers that cannot compete

Whole lotta this whole lotta that

Play with my name & you gon get whacked

Pockets too heavy she like how dance

She wanna get married I don't do romance

Hit the unfollow she don't got a chance

She In my dm's and they always come back

Smash her then pass her right back to her mans

Simp over bitches no I can't do that

The wrist is on froze don't act like you know

Go against me you'll get hung by the rope

If we at war then I go savage mode

Lights, camera, action I'm ready reload

Tried to give love but this world is too cold

So I'm steady focused on getting this dough

I'm getting rich and you getting broke

Money got longer that's just how it goes

I gotta go get it I'm getting the bag

I don't trust these bitches I can't get attached

Fuck with me now but back then they would laugh

Now they like angel you come with the slaps

So get out my way, trynna get paid

Bad little bitch and she do what I say

If you ain't talking money I don't conversate

Addicted to winning I don't take no breaks

I'm running out of patience with these featherweights

Wimping over bitches with no patty cakes

I've always been player there's a replay

I got that plug money on the same day

Got these new whips in my driveway

But I still swerve them buckets on the freeway

Had a fall out with Jesus and I still pray

Have a hold of my birds so don't fly away

I got killers on the street so don't play me

So them duckets better be where they need be

It's easy money if you running with them peewees

My life is always the line it's never busy

I got a pistol on my waist ain't no better way

It's the only way u dummy's see it my way

I want the smoke never duck with a fade away

I got that long money not spent in one day

I said prayer so there wouldn't be no blood shed

Should've have called off the dogs but the phone was dead

Death is probably around the corner finna roll again

All the baddies on my line imma get it in

I gotta be in my toes they ain't innocent

Everybody only out for the benefits

I know you wishing I was broke shit it's been a minute

Bitch I've always had the bread I put the hustle in it