On My Way — текст песни

On my way to the bank with some hundreds

Bitch thats where my money stay

(I was on my way)

On my way to her place

She said turn up then we turn up everyday

(I was on my way)

On my way to the jeweler

Told nigga that I need a new chain

(that I need a new chain)

On my way to my jeweler

Told that nigga that I need like two chains

(that I need like two chains)

And if a nigga try to snatch it

Then that nigga gonna need a new brain

(he gonna need a new brain)

I told my team fore' you pop em

And you drop em

Bro just leave my shoes clean

Before we pick it up

We pick em up and throw his ass through the food chain

Chewy 7:30 loco I’ma show you nigga’s how to do things

On my way to your bitch house

Young rich nigga in the bank pullin' racks out

Pourin' I pull up in Forgi’s

Bitches is gorgeous

Droppin' the top on the Porsches

Too many chains, she looked at my pinky she gave me the brain

Walk in the bank and they knowing my name

I’d rather be rich before the fame

You ain’t drop 50 racks on the Rollie

Back then I was broke you ain’t know me

In the trap I been trappin' until I OD

Fuck 12 I be runnin' from the Police

On the way to the check, I got the tech

Pull up I spray at your neck

She suckin' me up in the back of the Bentley

Where is the roof on the Bentley?

Got a whole lot of hoes they turn up

Bitches too foreign they come from the border

Countin' Blue Benjamins racks on the way

Smokin' on cookies they come from the Bay

Sippin the syrup in the morning, purple like Barney

I got a 'Rari it’s orange

She keep on callin', drippin' and pourin'

I cannot fuck her I’m touring

(Schmoney!)

Bitch I’m trapping and dappin, like my young nigga Rich

I just copped me an Aston, music keep blasting, too much water with grits

Shout out to all my QC brothers, it Feels Good to Be Rich

Jump Out the Gym, my house of the cliff, 2pac and Flip

Above the rim, that’s a brand new car, don’t lean on it

She wanna roll with a star, I told her dream on it

She tried to hop in my car, I had to speed on it

Saw it when hit 220 on the dash, with both feet on it

Fuck the speed limit, if coming too far

Because I be rushing to the schmoney, I’m a fiend with it

Got the cups with the ice with the lean in it

Red dot on a Glock, that’s a beam on it

Schmurder she wrote, red ink on it

The ship too full, don’t sink on it

Yellow diamonds in the rollie, put pink in it

And the Glock got a bite, don’t think of it (Bow!)