Lyrics On the Road - Jay R3ckless , J2

I can't spend my time fucking with these hoes
You lied to me, you said you won't
You can catch me on the road

Go
I can't spend my time fucking these hoes
Bitch, you lied to me you said you won't
Guess I'm just too prone to getting sold
You gon' have to catch me on the road

Go
I can't spend my time fucking these hoes
Bitch, you lied to me you said you won't
Guess I'm just too prone to getting sold
You gon' have to catch me on the road

Go
I can't spend my time fucking these hoes
Bitch, you lied to me you said you won't
Guess I'm just too prone to getting sold
You gon' have to catch me on the road

Woah
Swerving off the lean, I'm in a Rolls
Yeah, I got some heat up in my notes
But my diamonds froze
Nigga don't get close 'cause you know we uppin' poles
And I'm in the studio
I know she just want me for my dough
I think ima hit her and go ghost
Said she like my flow and she wanna suck my soul
Told her that I heard that shit before
And I'm coasting
I know how you is and bitch you know this
I be having times I'm out of focus
No matter what, I like the way she stroke it
Baby, let's just fuck with no commotion
Niggas steading switching up the moment that you closest
I just poured a four to sleep, I can't stay on that old shit
Trappin' out the store, lil nigga, I just sold a whole brick
Fifty bands up on me, no, I can't rock no old fit

Go
I can't spend my time fucking these hoes
Bitch, you lied to me you said you won't
Guess I'm just too prone to getting sold
You gon' have to catch me on the road

Go
I can't spend my time fucking these hoes
Bitch, you lied to me you said you won't
Guess I'm just too prone to getting sold
You gon' have to catch me on the road

I just let this milli drop
Fuckin' with these bitches then I pass them like a Milly Rock
I be sellin' hella rock
Fuckin' with my niggas ima make you hit that Billy Bop
Woah
Pop a little Xanny, got me movin' real slow
Serving all these niggas, gotta keep it on the low
Fuckin' with these bitches and her nigga never know
Met her in the Q.C. now she comin' to my show
Woah woah woah
How you moving
How you moving
Gotta keep it moving
Woah woah woah woah woah
I be coolin'
I be coolin'
Got yo bitch, she droolin'
Woah woah woah woah woah
You keep losing
You keep losing
Niggas steady losing
Woah woah woah woah woah
Drippin' Cuban
Drippin' Cuban
Diamonds dripping fluid

Go
I can't spend my time fucking these hoes
Bitch, you lied to me you said you won't
Guess I'm just too prone to getting sold
You gon' have to catch me on the road

Go
I can't spend my time fucking these hoes
Bitch, you lied to me you said you won't
Guess I'm just too prone to getting sold
You gon' have to catch me on the road