We On

Okay

Uh, okay I walked in the party and it’s the swag, so gnarly

With a bad Spanish mammy that I act somebody

Yea that’s my Maseratti, going ham no salami

That’s your chick if I like it and I’m straight bow garden

In the club where the bottles, that Rosay no Muscato

They see me, models follow, ass clap, A, bravo

I’ll be why then my niggas see my jewels, they six figures

Fuck your girl and her friend. I’m a dog. How’d you figure?

Chillin’ with my click and I puff that lot

She don’t wanna fuck then I tell her this, dog

Her so cool, why waste my time?

Twenty on the wrist cuz I like the shine

Fuck you niggas who hate on my

Credit card was not declined

Missionary no, not me, I like that pussy from behind

Bitch I’m balling every day, it’s like somebody pressed rewind

All my niggers came from nothing, mandatory that we shine

Bought a plane and no complainin’ if I happen to recline

Sayin’ nigga that they doubt it and I’m glad they don’t remind

Made a million off my hunger, that’s just solely my reply

Cuz we da best, shit ain’t the lie

Had to bring the money home

I had to bring the money home

Motherfucker, we on

I had to bring the money home

Motherfucker, we on

I had to bring the money home

Then I catch me in your city, with a clip the niggas with me

Couple bitches getting siffy, celebrating cuz we winning

We on (we on) we on (we on)

And we on (and we on) and we on (and we on)

I go so hard, niggas already know

Still in the club when they close at 4

Birthday girl gon drop it low

Let’s make a toast to never broke us

We on (we on) we on (we on)

And we on (and we on) and we on (on)

Okay, now one for the money, Shorty two for the fuck of it

Pull up in some shit that just might destroy all your confidence

Need a bitch and hit it quick and never know a government

I’ll be rocking Hermes and that X don’t stand for hooligan

High boy, I fly, high nigga, blast off

You goof truth loose goose prove you ain’t cutting soft

We on, we on, way to keep up, bring on

All these cases of that aces, bring them back to my oasis

Taking shots after shots like I’m busting off that 44

Man, that’s a rock, got me feeling like I’m overdosed

Living with my niggas, celebrating, rocking hell a go

Ring hell a big, you would think I won the Super Bowl

Yea, we in the building, why the fuck you think it’s super flow?

Tell the DJ bring it back and show ‘em what we really on

All these women love me cuz they know a youngun money long

Mama told me get it so I had to bring the money home

Had to bring the money home

I had to bring the money home

Motherfucker, we on

I had to bring the money home

Motherfucker, we on

I had to bring the money home

Then I catch me in your city, with a clip the niggas with me

Couple bitches getting siffy, celebrating cuz we winning

We on (we on) we on (we on)

And we on (and we on) and we on (and we on)

I go so hard, niggas already know

Still in the club when they close at 4

Birthday girl gon drop it low

Let’s make a toast to never broke us

We on (we on) we on (we on)

And we on (and we on) and we on (on)