paroles de chanson ON IT (feat. Giotto) - Vintage

Ok I tip my fucking toe in
I know these hoes be hoein'
I know I'm fucking golden
I ain't fall off bitch I'm loading
I know they be plotting on me
I hope you won't go rotten on me
I'm counting all these dead homies
Counterfeit you niggas phony
I'm beating it up like Macaroni
I got my stripes I feel like Tony
That bullshit I don't even condone it
This cash on me don't gotta loan it
This bag on me I know I own it
Get this bag get these racks
I'm in my lane you know I'm on it
They in the past they in last

Fuck with a CEO
Can't call these hoes my bros
Can't call these hoes no more
They always let me down
To the floor
Now I'm in control
Now I'm feeling whole
Flush that bitch just like a bowl
These bitches fishy oh I know
When I'm going up they see me now
When I'm rocking camo yea you can not see me now
When I rock Amiri jeans I walk inside the fucking scene
I'm tryna get a hunnid g's
I know they wanna be like me

Ok I tip my fucking toe in
I know these hoes be hoein'
I know I'm fucking golden
I ain't fall off bitch I'm loading
I know they be plotting on me
I hope you won't go rotten on me
I'm counting all these dead homies
Counterfeit you niggas phony
I'm beating it up like Macaroni
I got my stripes I feel like Tony
That bullshit I don't even condone it
This cash on me don't gotta loan it
This bag on me I know I own it
Get this bag get these racks
I'm in my lane you know I'm on it
They in the past they in last

Counting all these dead homies
2300 block got all these dead homies
Talked to lil mama she said 2300 block still got these dead warrants
Push up on a opp I swear to God I'm scoring
Feel asleep I swear to God these niggas boring
Didn't even realize it was our performance
Didn't even know it was a fucking show
Somebody wake up and tell me when to go

Tip my fucking toe in
I know these hoes be hoein'
I know I'm fucking golden
I ain't fall off bitch I'm loading
I know they be plotting on me
I hope you won't go rotten on me
I'm counting all these dead homies
Counterfeit you niggas phony
I'm beating it up like Macaroni
I got my stripes I feel like Tony
That bullshit I don't even condone it
This cash on me don't gotta loan it
This bag on me I know I own it
Get this bag get these racks
I'm in my lane you know I'm on it
They in the past they in last