onmyperson! Lyrics

I'm not a spider, but I'm trending on the web

I inspire everybody with a head

I'm a fighter, beat the beat up till it's dead

Lost inside her, hope I pull out before the timer goes off

I keep that shit on my person there ain't no need to be cursing

We in the house of the holy, bought her a blouse and a rollie

So we fast money making, we don't have time or the patience

Like do I look like a doctor just cause my money is taller than yours

Honey, it all could be yours, maybe not all of it

But I promise I'll get you a port-

Not like the car, but a portion,

Already divorcing? (Crazy)

You hardly engaged, flexing that minimum wage

But me? I keep that shit on my person

to purchase various purses for her

What is the purpose? I'm sure, it could be perfectly clear

She could be twerking for years, but I'll be working for longer

Cause my money gets bigger

And my ego gets larger

My phone in the charger, got my shit in low power mode

Don't give me that sour look, look up and I'm powerful

Been watching your tower fall, been popping since I was small

But now I'm back for it all, man, back for it all, man

But where your back? My back ain't against the wall, fam

This beat is crispy, mushrooms in 1960

Hush, or you might get sent to heaven with all the hippies

Touch you without a pistol, trust you cause I don't know

But fuck you for asking for more money, more money, more money, more money, more money

More money, more money, more money, more mon-mon-mon-mon-mon-mon-mon-mon

Several hundred baby mamas need me

They begging and screaming cause they know that they'll never see me

I'm headed to heaven but I won't be there for a minute

Like 7-Eleven, I'll just be right there when you need it

I'll be right there when you, uh, yeah

I feel the rhythm from my head to my toes

All these foes in my head, all this bread for some clothes

Look, I wasn't with them but I think they were close

Coming up from behind, why you doing the most

Look, for every good girl has an opposite hoe

Keep on cocking my gun, keep my cock in your throat

What? I didn't think that I would stop being slow

Till the money came fast now I think I'm a goat

Fuck, I keep that shit on my person there ain't no need to be cursing

We in the house of the holy, bought her a blouse and a rollie

No longer sour or lonely, so go and gather the homies

We bout to cop it and roll it