| I run through the pack like I’m Derrick Henry
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| These niggas won’t shoot like Ben Simmons (Felipe S)
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| I catch a play, got the stick with me
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| I’m in LA with your bitch with me
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| I turned her on, it’s your bitch business (Turn me up a little bit, Zedd)
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| She like to swim with the big fishes
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| Two thirty-five, I’m a bit heavy (Yung Lan on the track)
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| Two-twenty on my car dashboard
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| Went to the lot and paid cash for it
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| The life that I live, took a chance for it
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| I put some stamps on the passport
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| I’m on the way to the Clearport
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| Lost me a hundred K, dear God
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| This jacket on me a Fear of God
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| Can’t think right now, I got brain fog
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| All white Dior, I’m the fraud god
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| Met a lil' bitch from the west side
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| We at the Hawks game, we courtside
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| Coachin' these bitches like Rex Ryan
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| 23K for a choker chain
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| Finna take off like an airplane
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| Ain’t want the Richard, it’s too plain
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| Ain’t want that bitch, she was too plain
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| I’m just like woah, woah, woah
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| I’m on the road, road, road
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| I’m on the go, go, go
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| Had to perfect my flow
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| Had to put on my bro
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| Had to designer my clothes
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| Had to designer my hoes
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| Look at her nails and her toes
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| She 'bout her business, it show
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| I’m just like woah, woah, woah
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| Had to put on my bro
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| I’m on the go, go, go
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| I’m on the road, road, road
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| Had to designer my clothes
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| Had to designer my ho
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| I’m just like woah, woah, woah
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| Damn, her body too cold
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| Had to Versace my robe
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| Surprising these niggas, Nick Foles
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| And I be havin' bankrolls, no Fresh
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| G-Star jeans, no Guess
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| Need my money, no less
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| Havin' these checks correct
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| Damn, she sexy, she blessed
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| Droppin' these hits, I’m up next
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| Had to bust down my Rolex
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| Had to bust down my Cartiers
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| After I hit, we part ways
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| Serve a nigga bags, then part ways
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| Traphouse on Flat Shoals Parkway
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| Servin' all the niggas fish parquet
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| I remember all them dark days
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| White collar, ran it up the smart way
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| Served a nigga, project hallways
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| Feet hurt, I been on 'em all day
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| Her back hurt, we been fuckin' all day
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| PeeWee money, got this shit the long way
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| Good loud, got this shit the strong way
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| Ball every day, fuck holidays
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| I can get the bags in, it’s just a call away
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| Like woah, woah, woah
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| I’m on the road, road, road
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| I’m on the go, go, go
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| Had to perfect my flow
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| Had to put on my bro
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| Had to designer my clothes
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| Had to designer my hoes
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| Look at her nails and her toes
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| She 'bout her business, it show
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| I’m just like woah, woah, woah
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| Had to put on my bro
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| I’m on the go, go, go
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| I’m on the road, road, road
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| Had to designer my clothes
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| Had to designer my ho
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| I’m just like woah, woah, woah |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song On The Go , by - Money Man. Song from the album State of Emergency, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп