On God Lyrics

Fuck I look like asking niggas please

Bitch you tryna chill I need to freeze

You gone have to meet a nigga needs

Give a nigga cheese

I ain't a crip but you gone give a nigga cc's

Bitch I need Chanel what the hell you mean

I don't ever buy no weed that I ain't see on the beam

Yeah I hope it's worth the wait

Cause I don't like to drive

He work 9 to 5 he told me to be there by 5:30

Mmmmmm

On god

I could get some money out the whole squad

Yo nigga a trick I call em peekaboo

I'm his sneaky link he only sneak away from you

I swear

Yeahhh

On god

I be in every city like a postcard

And my nigga stay strap and he stay on guard

Now I lay you down to sleep

Your information I shall keep

If I get caught before you wake

I pray to lord

A great a escape

Schooling hoes like Sunday school

I'm docking hoes if they be late

Losing friends like baby weight

But gaining fans Muscles

I been getting green up in this bitch who ordered Brussels

I see errors in you hoes so you wont find a russell

Bitch you know ciara's prayer verbatim

got a man but you hate em

But I heard he get money

I don't mind hoe I will take him

Yeah take em off your hands

A yes I do got Hands so bitch do not get out of hand

I hope you got a plan cause you ain't fucking with me

And I hope that's not yo man cause he been fucking with me

Mmmmmm

On god

I could get some money out the whole squad

Yo nigga a trick I call em peekaboo

I'm his sneaky link he only sneak away from you

I swear

Yeahhh

On god

I be in every city like a postcard

And my nigga stay strap and he stay on guard

I'll be damn if I be desperate

Depression don't live here hoe

Leave yo man within in yo reach

You bet not let me get near hoe

Cause if I do bitch you gone leave in tears

I ain't took bitch man

That shit been some years