On Me

(What's happenin', Chi Chi?)

Fill the Bando up with bands

Give the lil' bro them a job

You can come get rich with us

You gon' eat or you gone starve

Keep a certified hitter sittin', I pay him not to rob

Hop out 2020 Cullinan, I'm riding in the stars

Know some people hate that I'm on top, I bulletproof the car

All the members made three bands, our pack live like they cracking cards

Joe know for a fact I keep it real, he still ain't take the charge

Why she talkin' crazy 'bout me like I don't do more than my part?

I can't play with my creation, give the world to my lil' boy

I been saving more than I been spending, that's what I be on

I'm a human, I'm not perfect, I know sometimes I be wrong

I'm like come and put that pussy on me

Don't be runnin' from me

If I like it, I spend money on it

Get whatever from me

Put six figures in your business

I do real shit

I drop cash at the dealership

They'll mail you a pink slip

She make sure she keep her nails did and her wig fixed

Went to jail and that one held me down, she a real bitch

Hundred rounds in this double drum, this a Kel-Tec

Marco been in prison for a while, but he still flexin'

I told brodie and them to park the car, but they still wrecked

I don't think nobody around steal, but I still check

I don't got a hundred mil' yet, I can't chill yet

But don't get it misconstrued, yeah, I get real checks

Baby fuckin' like a pornstar, we have real sex

Have nobody in our business, we take Learjets

Say she like when I perform, so I fuck her with my chains on

And she handle her part, so I let her play the main role

Ain't have to get rich for these partners, still with the same folks

And I can't beef with none of you ****, not in the same boat

I'm never gon' get caught up about it, know how the game go

Tennis chain bussin', look like rainbows

I'm like come and put that pussy on me

Don't be runnin' from me

If I like it, I spend money on it

Get whatever from me

Put six figures in your business

I do real shit

I drop cash at the dealership

They'll mail you a pink slip

She make sure she keep her nails did and her wig fixed

Went to jail and that one held me down, she a real bitch

Hundred rounds in this double drum, it's a Kel-Tec

Marco been in prison for a while, but he still flexin'

I'm like come and put that pussy on me

Don't be runnin' from me

If I like it, I spend money on it

Get whatever from me