On The Go

I run through the pack like I'm Derrick Henry

These niggas won't shoot like Ben Simmons (Felipe S)

I catch a play, got the stick with me

I'm in LA with your bitch with me

I turned her on

It's your bitch business (Turn me up a little bit, Zedd)

She like to swim with the big fishes

Two thirty-five, I'm a bit heavy (Yung Lan on the track)

Two-twenty on my car dashboard

Went to the lot and paid cash for it

The life that I live, took a chance for it

I put some stamps on the passport

I'm on the way to the Clearport

Lost me a hundred K, dear God

This jacket on me a Fear of God

Can't think right now, I got brain fog

All white Dior, I'm the fraud god

Met a lil' bitch from the west side

We at the Hawks game, we courtside

Coachin' these bitches like Rex Ryan

23K for a choker chain

Finna take off like an airplane

Ain't want the Richard, it's too plain

Ain't want that bitch, she was too plain

I'm just like woah, woah, woah (I'm just like woah, woah, woah)

I'm on the road, road, road (I'm on the road, road, road)

I'm on the go, go, go (I'm on the go, go, go)

Had to perfect my flow (Had to perfect my flow)

Had to put on my bro (Had to put on my bro)

Had to designer my clothes (Had to designer my clothes)

Had to designer my hoes (Had to designer my hoes)

Look at her nails and her toes (Look at her nails and her toes)

She 'bout her business, it show (She 'bout her business, it show)

I'm just like woah, woah, woah (I'm just like woah, woah, woah)

Had to put on my bro (Had to put on my bro)

I'm on the go, go, go (I'm on the go, go, go)

I'm on the road, road, road (I'm on the road, road, road)

Had to designer my clothes (Had to designer my clothes)

Had to designer my ho (Had to designer my ho)

I'm just like woah, woah, woah (I'm just like woah, woah, woah)

Damn, her body too cold

Had to Versace my robe

Surprising these niggas, Nick Foles

And I be havin' bankrolls, no Fresh

G-Star jeans, no Guess

Need my money, no less

Havin' these checks correct

Damn, she sexy, she blessed

Droppin' these hits, I'm up next

Had to bust down my Rolex

Had to bust down my Cartiers

After I hit, we part ways

Serve a nigga bags, then part ways

Traphouse on Flat Shoals Parkway

Servin' all the niggas fish parquet

I remember all them dark days

White collar, ran it up the smart way

Served a nigga, project hallways

Feet hurt, I been on 'em all day

Her back hurt, we been fuckin' all day

PeeWee money, got this shit the long way

Good loud, got this shit the strong way

Ball every day, fuck holidays

I can get the bags in, it's just a call away

I'm just like woah, woah, woah (I'm just like woah, woah, woah)

I'm on the road, road, road (I'm on the road, road, road)

I'm on the go, go, go (I'm on the go, go, go)

Had to perfect my flow (Had to perfect my flow)

Had to put on my bro (Had to put on my bro)

Had to designer my clothes (Had to designer my clothes)

Had to designer my hoes (Had to designer my hoes)

Look at her nails and her toes (Look at her nails and her toes)

She 'bout her business, it show (She 'bout her business, it show)

I'm just like woah, woah, woah (I'm just like woah, woah, woah)

Had to put on my bro (Had to put on my bro)

I'm on the go, go, go (I'm on the go, go, go)

I'm on the road, road, road (I'm on the road, road, road)

Had to designer my clothes (Had to designer my clothes)

Had to designer my ho (Had to designer my ho)

I'm just like woah, woah, woah (I'm just like woah, woah, woah)