Jon Jones Lyrics

My doggy dog just copped some grills, he tryna put me on

I just internalized my will and dropped another song

Rollin' up that pack, it hit your chest like it was Jon Jones

Money, fame, and power, what you want? Well shit? I want it all

Tell that bitch don't hit my phone, lately I've been on the roll

Niggas tryna cop a crib and standardize my credit score

Back and forth from AC, to DC, like it was rock and roll

She think that I'm different from these niggas, hit it on the nose

Stayin' in my lane for real, these hoes know my name for real

Sold them on my pain for real, my heart stayed the same for real

My whole team been ballin, feel like 2016, Chino Hills

Yall was sleep and then my dog, went up by like a quarter mil

Vinyl's on my wall, I can't stop until I make it too

Bad bitch in my room, feed me food and plus she naked too

Nah, this ain't no breaking news, on the quest like tribe or sum

She keep stressin, talkin' bout a title, just come vibe or sum

I'm crashin' out like lethal weapon, know my bro be good at steppin

On that block like Clint Cappella, times got hard and shit got desperate

Flip some shit that probably cost a brick, spend that on the necklace

Locked inside my room, I'm tryna work, this ain't no detention

Tryna get my woadie in that mode, when you pick yourself

Sometimes this life should get too lonely

I got expectations, told my gang that I won't fold

Want so many whips that I might change my name to Toby, ayy, ayy

My doggy dog just copped some grills, he tryna put me on

I just internalized my will, dropped another song

Rollin' up that pack, it hit your chest like it was Jon Jones

Money, fame, and power, what you want