I'm On My Way ft. Dave Hill Lyrics

I need to be in Santorini, Greece or in Rome doing what Romans do

Baby told me never take off my ice, they thinking they cold as you

Load every beat you got in that app and get in the vocal booth

So soon as I get back home, she get to throating you

That's my type of bitch

If it's smoke, I'm the one who let the lighter flick

Said I'm having, now I have it, that's that psychic shit

If you had it yesterday, you should've copped, you know how prices get

Inflation

Little nigga pumped up, get him inflated

Everything on auto pay, I don't miss payments

God forgives and I don't get it mistaken

Like fuck karma, I'm impatient

T-top money down at Belle Isle, with a P of something sticky, trying to sell out when she don't

want me to leave

She give me head before I head out

The way the bitch was tripping, you thought I stuck a leg out

Girl, stop asking if I'm on my way

I already told you I was on my way

You know sometimes shit just flow my way

I can't be picking up the phone all day

Why every time some shit don't go your way

Making posts like it don't go both ways

Stop playing roles unless you want role play

Cause if you do, you know we both gon' play

And she could be mad at the world, I never love her like my dough

Go get them phones and come running out that store

Shit in your head, but this money on the floor

Count up that bread and start running up some more

All money in, I can't do a reversible

Playing in that water like you ain't see that submersible

From the west side, but they know me over on Kercheval

The streets ain't did you right, you should probably see what a church a do

Holy Quran, I don't fuck with the pigs

Falling in love, it feel too much like trusting again

Big step, ballroom, I'm on the hustle again

Pray, me and the Lord don't have a run in again

Baby boy, it's a world full of buyers and sellers

Look at my watch and see what time trying to tell us

It's when you this, fly

You can't hide the propellers

Place a dime in my account, they call it Pettes

Bitch, you need personal account and shit

Validated stocks and shit

Thumbing through the thousands, I might drop them if it's counterfeit

Overseas accounts can make a dollar seem anonymous

Them other niggas broke, I swear to God that we the opposite

Gotta keep it two-peat, that's a couple joysticks

Uncy told me money talk, but he never voiced it

Left his throat but had cake, like I grabbed a Hostess

Bitch, keep calling on my phone, know that she don't want shit

Girl, stop asking if I'm on my way

I already told you I was on my way

You know sometimes shit just flow my way

I can't be picking up the phone all day

Why every time some shit don't go your way

Making posts like it don't go both ways

Stop playing roles unless you want role play

Cause if you do, you know we both gon' play

And she could be mad at the world, I never love her like my dog

Go get them phones and come running out that stuff

Shit in your head, but this money on the floor

Count up that bread and start running up some more

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