We On, Tell them Bitches "We On"
Tell them niggas We On, On, On
This is what my niggas do
Always packing shit like we went to school
And Mama always said I'd be the fucking man
Now I'm Getting Money, watch me count these grands
Fifty's, Hunnids, Twenty's, Hunnids
Fifty's, Hunnids, Twenty's, Hunnids, (watch me count these grands)
Fifty's, Hunnids, Twenty's, Hunnids
Fifty's, Hunnids, Twenty's, Hunnids, (watch me count these grands)
This is what My Niggas do!
Forgies on the Coupe, them shits is Twenty-Two's.
If Louis's on the Belt, It's Louis on the Shoes
I'm bussing down a blunt and trying to buss a move.
My Motto, "GET MONEY OR SLEEP IN THE PARK ON THE BENCH WITH THE BUMS"
I whip it, I pack it
I run through the package, pitch even the crumbs.
I push off the lot, In the Burbs in a drop
But Head straight to the slums,
I'm funny with Money, You broke? you a dummy
While niggas be Jokin, I'm counting, Err Ummm
Look
This is what I'm finn a do! Post up in the MO and let this Cellie Boom,
Just me and my T-Mobile, slapping like a fool
Blow banging so tough I keep on switching rooms
Mama told me "Son Get Dough", Nigga that was way back then
So, Every-since I was bout THIS old, I was trained, Get Cho
And bring the change back in
I let the Range back in, Not the 4.6, but the 0'16
No Codeine cause the Dough don't lean, In a booth at the Sting,
Letting go of that Green, Like Ummm
Nigga this what getting paper do! Snatch you out that polo, put you onto Truez,
Get you off that wood and Buffalo your view, Or have you on that Road
Trying to see "What it Do".
It's 50's, and 20's and 100's, My niggas be chasin them M's
It's Bo after Bow, with a 4 and some Blow, even facing a Ten,
Niggas gotta gone head and get that bread
Whether Feds or the Judge or the Box
Shit don't stop! and I'm off in a Brand New Lot
With a Knot
And I want that Drop, So Ummm...
- Written by Seven the General