on the map Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
Woah, woah, woah
Huh
Shorty bad, woah
Still popping tags, woah
Said get in your bag, woah
Said you lost and you can't get it back, woah
Said get off your ass, woah
Said go get a bag, woah
Tell me we gon' last, woah
I can put you on the map, woah
Show me you really bout it baby
Said I'm putting my all in this baby
Told you this is my time to go crazy
Told you I don't got time for the faking
Told you I don't got time for the hating
Told you how much money that i'm making
I don't got too much time to be wasting
I don't got too much time
I put the fake shit behind me
Swear love be blind, you was the one right beside me
I knew you would be mine, I always knew you'd be more than a fling
Twin I can't believe you lied, you was always supposed to be on the team
Shit, fuck it I'll bounce back every time
Tell me we'll be fine, I got too much on my mind
I knew weren't solid boy I could tell by the signs
Watching for the niggas I could peep them three the blinds
Tell me that you'll be moving different
Tell me that you gon' stay consistent
Tell me that you gon' move with precision
Finna go complete this mission
Finna go stack up these digits
If you down then I'm down, finna put up get blitzing
Only thing that I need is my chicken
Put Chrome on my face just to use for some vision
Shorty bad, woah
Still popping tags, woah
Said get in your bag, woah
Said you lost and you can't get it back, woah
Said get off your ass, woah
Said go get a bag, woah
Tell me we gon' last, woah
I can put you on the map, woah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Bankrolls in the backseat
So much money that I had, had to put the rest in the trunk and beside me
How the fuck really gon' top me?
Me and money gon' stick together like a spanish girl with some Takis
I still keep a nine right beside me
Just incase a lil nigga wanna try me
I'm still down to catch a homi'
Pussy boy I don't rock no Tommy
This is Rick Owens on my body
You can't get this at Hot Topic
And I'm still the hot topic
And your shorty still gon' drop it
Too much racks can't fit in my pocket
Let's hit the bank let's make a deposit
I make her dance let's Tik it Tok it
They love my swag, I know they'll jock it
I know I'll go up like a rocket
I know this shit just take some timing
I bussed down the watch, I don't know what the time is
I know they hating, hear them chiming
I don't listen to a broke nigga comment
I pull out my chain it started blinding, huh
Had to put your ass in check, woah
All I care bout is my checks, woah
If you don't come through with my bread, woah
I'll send some shots at your head, woah
Show off my tats like to flex, woah
My shorty bad with no edits, woah
I assume you ain't get my message, woah
You don't got my money, I'ma let it blow
Shorty bad, woah
Still popping tags, woah
Said get in your bag, woah
Said you lost and you can't get it back, woah
Said get off your ass, woah
Said go get a bag, woah
Tell me we gon' last, woah
I can put you on the map, woah