Lyrics Own Lane - Alex Wiley

Money on the table, money on the floor
One for the bitches, one for the hoes
Money on the table, money on the floor
One for the bitches, one for the hoes
Man i just shot like Michael
Not a got damn friend in the crew when dropped out of high school
Not a damn plan or a clue what i might do
Trying to figure out what can I do
Should i join the army and become a private
Should i join my mommy and become a barber
Should i flip the saudis and enjoy a cycle
Fuck that
I got no time the bullshit bitch
Fuck that
Lead niggas aint trying to cool shit bitch
Fuck that
Getting known in the world
Getting ice cold
Nigga fuck i look like hitting up night school
Nigga rather hit up the petey p nigga
Seems like they gotta find they own lane nigga
Cause every body out here tryimg cause the pain
Eems like they gotta find they own lane nigga
Cause every body out here tryimg cause the pain
Whooa, whooa
Whooa, whooa
Whooa, whooa
Whooa, whooa
Whooa, whooa
Money on the table, money on the floor
One for the bitches, one for the hoes
Money on the table, money on the floor
One for the bitches, one for the hoes
Money on the table, money on the floor
One for the bitches, one for the hoes
Money on the table, money on the floor
One for the bitches, one for the hoes