On It ft. Giotto Lyrics

Ok I tip my fucking toe in

I know these hoes be hoein'

I know I'm fucking golden

I ain't fall off bitch I'm loading

I know they be plotting on me

I hope you won't go rotten on me

I'm counting all these dead homies

Counterfeit you niggas phony

I'm beating it up like Macaroni

I got my stripes I feel like Tony

That bullshit I don't even condone it

This cash on me don't gotta loan it

This bag on me I know I own it

Get this bag get these racks

I'm in my lane you know I'm on it

They in the past they in last

Fuck with a CEO

Can't call these hoes my bros

Can't call these hoes no more

They always let me down

To the floor

Now I'm in control

Now I'm feeling whole

Flush that bitch just like a bowl

These bitches fishy oh I know

When I'm going up they see me now

When I'm rocking camo yea you can not see me now

When I rock Amiri jeans I walk inside the fucking scene

I'm tryna get a hunnid g's

I know they wanna be like me

Ok I tip my fucking toe in

I know these hoes be hoein'

I know I'm fucking golden

I ain't fall off bitch I'm loading

I know they be plotting on me

I hope you won't go rotten on me

I'm counting all these dead homies

Counterfeit you niggas phony

I'm beating it up like Macaroni

I got my stripes I feel like Tony

That bullshit I don't even condone it

This cash on me don't gotta loan it

This bag on me I know I own it

Get this bag get these racks

I'm in my lane you know I'm on it

They in the past they in last

Counting all these dead homies

2300 block got all these dead homies

Talked to lil mama she said 2300 block still got these dead warrants

Push up on a opp I swear to God I'm scoring

Feel asleep I swear to God these niggas boring

Didn't even realize it was our performance

Didn't even know it was a fucking show

Somebody wake up and tell me when to go

Tip my fucking toe in

I know these hoes be hoein'

I know I'm fucking golden

I ain't fall off bitch I'm loading

I know they be plotting on me

I hope you won't go rotten on me

I'm counting all these dead homies

Counterfeit you niggas phony

I'm beating it up like Macaroni

I got my stripes I feel like Tony

That bullshit I don't even condone it

This cash on me don't gotta loan it

This bag on me I know I own it

Get this bag get these racks

I'm in my lane you know I'm on it

They in the past they in last