I'm On My Way (feat. Dave Hill)

I need to be in Santorini, Greece or in Rome doing what Romans do Baby told me never take off my ice, they thinking they cold as you Load every beat you got in that app and get in the vocal booth So soon as I get back home, she get to throating you That's my type of bitch If it's smoke, I'm the one who let the lighter flick Said I'm having, now I have it, that's that psychic shit If you had it yesterday, you should've copped, you know how prices get Inflation Little nigga pumped up, get him inflated Everything on auto pay, I don't miss payments God forgives and I don't get it mistaken Like fuck karma, I'm impatient T-top money down at Belle Isle, with a P of something sticky, trying to sell out when she don't want me to leave She give me head before I head out The way the bitch was tripping, you thought I stuck a leg out Girl, stop asking if I'm on my way I already told you I was on my way You know sometimes shit just flow my way I can't be picking up the phone all day Why every time some shit don't go your way Making posts like it don't go both ways Stop playing roles unless you want role play Cause if you do, you know we both gon' play And she could be mad at the world, I never love her like my dough Go get them phones and come running out that store Shit in your head, but this money on the floor Count up that bread and start running up some more All money in, I can't do a reversible Playing in that water like you ain't see that submersible From the west side, but they know me over on Kercheval The streets ain't did you right, you should probably see what a church a do Holy Quran, I don't fuck with the pigs Falling in love, it feel too much like trusting again Big step, ballroom, I'm on the hustle again Pray, me and the Lord don't have a run in again Baby boy, it's a world full of buyers and sellers Look at my watch and see what time trying to tell us It's when you this, fly You can't hide the propellers Place a dime in my account, they call it Pettes Bitch, you need personal account and shit Validated stocks and shit Thumbing through the thousands, I might drop them if it's counterfeit Overseas accounts can make a dollar seem anonymous Them other niggas broke, I swear to God that we the opposite Gotta keep it two-peat, that's a couple joysticks Uncy told me money talk, but he never voiced it Left his throat but had cake, like I grabbed a Hostess Bitch, keep calling on my phone, know that she don't want shit Girl, stop asking if I'm on my way I already told you I was on my way You know sometimes shit just flow my way I can't be picking up the phone all day Why every time some shit don't go your way Making posts like it don't go both ways Stop playing roles unless you want role play Cause if you do, you know we both gon' play And she could be mad at the world, I never love her like my dog Go get them phones and come running out that stuff Shit in your head, but this money on the floor Count up that bread and start running up some more Thanks for watching