On Me

EC, stop playin'
Twenty four hours, twenty four hours

We just made the hits, they gon' sing the song
I put on all my jewelry, least a million on
Your bitch with me, she way badder than Nia Long
I smell like quarter million and this shit is on me (On me)
I ain't leavin' out the crib if it ain't on me (On me)
If you put me on your flyer, I need twenty
And she won't get off me, and she wanna stay on me

I got a bitch from Wichita that be Jeffin' and jack ballin'
Broke her for a dub, rarely tell his bitch to stop callin'
My LA bitch wanna retire, talkin' 'bout that she tired
My Vegas bitch just got hired, now she work at Sapphire

I done had way too many Portland bitches
I done had way too many Dago bitches
Bitch from OKC, got an OK fee
With an OKP, tryna come pay me
You know them Dallas bitches love a nigga
You know them Houston hoes love a nigga
Them Seattle bitches love a nigga
You know them Memphis hoes love a nigga

We just made the hits, they gon' sing the song
I put on all my jewelry, least a million on
Your bitch with me, she way badder than Nia Long
I smell like quarter million and this shit is on me (On me)
I ain't leavin' out the crib if it ain't on me (On me)
If you put me on your flyer, I need twenty
And she won't get off me, and she wanna stay on me

Checkin' in at baggage claim, go check a bag for me
She ain't for me, she just on me, that's another story
Bussy bussin', Lamb' truck, I came to break on her
She ain't even have enough, I had to shake on her
I told her hit me on the 'Gram 'cause she ain't worth the number
Served her folks, he in his feelings, he just hunchin' on her
I'm action on her, if she ain't passion, then I'm passin' on her
She left and hit me with a bag, I guess I'm right back on her
Yeah, structured up, that's how it's supposed to be

Yeah, you should come and pay a trophy fee
Yeah, million dollar voice, yeah, they know it's me
Foot it ups, thumb downs, yeah, my team elite

We just made the hits, they gon' sing the song
I put on all my jewelry, least a million on
Your bitch with me, she way badder than Nia Long
I smell like quarter million and this shit is on me (On me)
I ain't leavin' out the crib if it ain't on me (On me)
If you put me on your flyer, I need twenty
And she won't get off me, and she wanna stay on me

And she won't get off me, and she wanna stay on me
And she won't get off me, and she wanna stay on me