On That Lyrics

Yari

Ski, ski, ski

Ain't gon' lie, me and sis been on that

We been doin' this shit for too long

Shit ain't no holdin' back, no cap

I know hoes'll go off some fifths of cognac

Hide my new bitch from the world, like she is a dope sack

Got influence in this world, yeah, L-O-N been on that

New hair trigger just got curls, leave bald spots can't grow back

All my niggas ballin' like we in the league, can't coach that

All these C-notes in this duffel, turn it to a coach bag

Shit done changed since youngin we been havin' it our way

Me and Grem been in this shit since the very first day

Hide my bitch from the world, a nigga dare not come her way

Louis bracelet, Mike Amiri, we just chillin' cause we paid

Make the best of what we got, it been some very bad days

M.I.A bitches switchin' up every damn day

Chillin' with my bitch out the way, yeah, we gettin' paid

Every day a new day, wake up to a new slate

Why you mad you broke as hell and can't eat off our plate

Think we havin' no motion, get the fuck up out our face (Stupid)

We in our lane, L-O-N been on our own pace

Big Lana pull up in Audi just to show face (Vroom)

Ain't gon' lie, me and sis been on that

We been doin' this shit for too long, shit ain't no holdin' back

No cap, I know hoes'll go off some fifths of Cognac

Hide my new bitch from the world, like she is a dope sack

Got influence in this world, yeah, L-O-N been on that

New hair trigger just got curls, leave bald spots can't grow back

All my niggas ballin' like we in the league and can't coach that

All these C-notes in this duffel, turn it to a coach bag

I'ma get straight to the top, shoot it, I'm gon' show that

All that hoe-ass shit, I'm really below that

These hoes'll settle for anything except your broke ass

Police road pass, we step right on gas and broke dash

Lil' cuz just showed me his new gun, it was a Pro Mag

Damn, I got a big problem, givin' motherfuckers my time of day

Solve my problem's when I make some money in all kinda ways

Louis glasses, Louis bracelets, it's that kinda day

Up to Rollie, lil' bitch do whatever Lana say

I swear this chopper got some titties, think it's kinda gay

Grew up in the city, four days, made four plays, got busy

I know they feel shitty, spent four hoes this week till I got dizzy

Bitches tryna be on Caresha Please

I'm tryna link with Diddy

I know some bloods on the bool side, all around the bitty

But my cuz on the cool side, know, I'm fuckin' with him

Bitch, I'm in Hawaii poolside, good luck catchin' up with niggas

My P.O. told me stop, cause I had enough of some liquor

I had enough of some bitches, ain't had enough of some figures

I'm tryna get up to millions, plush house, comfortable livin

Teller told me come in back, I ain't even cumin' in bitches

Tryna lump up my digits, Lana youngest and littest

Like we lookin' for some salt, we got pounds in the cabinet

I ain't lookin' for you bitches behind dark glasses

Armed up, success, arm reach, I'm bout to grab it

Ain't gon' lie, me and sis been on that

We been doin' this shit for too long, shit ain't no holdin' back

No cap, I know hoes'll go off some fifths of cognac

Hide my new bitch from the world, like she is a dope sack

Got influence in this world, yeah, L-O-N been on that

New hair trigger, just got curls, leave bald spots can't grow back

All my niggas ballin' like we in the league, can't coach that

All these C-notes in this duffel, turn it to a coach bag