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)