Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song On My Way, artist - Rich The Kid.
Date of issue: 03.11.2016
Song language: English
On My Way |
On my way to the bank with some hundreds |
Bitch thats where my money stay |
(I was on my way) |
On my way to her place |
She said turn up then we turn up everyday |
(I was on my way) |
On my way to the jeweler |
Told nigga that I need a new chain |
(that I need a new chain) |
On my way to my jeweler |
Told that nigga that I need like two chains |
(that I need like two chains) |
And if a nigga try to snatch it |
Then that nigga gonna need a new brain |
(he gonna need a new brain) |
I told my team fore' you pop em |
And you drop em |
Bro just leave my shoes clean |
Before we pick it up |
We pick em up and throw his ass through the food chain |
Chewy 7:30 loco I’ma show you nigga’s how to do things |
On my way to your bitch house |
Young rich nigga in the bank pullin' racks out |
Pourin' I pull up in Forgi’s |
Bitches is gorgeous |
Droppin' the top on the Porsches |
Too many chains, she looked at my pinky she gave me the brain |
Walk in the bank and they knowing my name |
I’d rather be rich before the fame |
You ain’t drop 50 racks on the Rollie |
Back then I was broke you ain’t know me |
In the trap I been trappin' until I OD |
Fuck 12 I be runnin' from the Police |
On the way to the check, I got the tech |
Pull up I spray at your neck |
She suckin' me up in the back of the Bentley |
Where is the roof on the Bentley? |
Got a whole lot of hoes they turn up |
Bitches too foreign they come from the border |
Countin' Blue Benjamins racks on the way |
Smokin' on cookies they come from the Bay |
Sippin the syrup in the morning, purple like Barney |
I got a 'Rari it’s orange |
She keep on callin', drippin' and pourin' |
I cannot fuck her I’m touring |
(Schmoney!) |
Bitch I’m trapping and dappin, like my young nigga Rich |
I just copped me an Aston, music keep blasting, too much water with grits |
Shout out to all my QC brothers, it Feels Good to Be Rich |
Jump Out the Gym, my house of the cliff, 2pac and Flip |
Above the rim, that’s a brand new car, don’t lean on it |
She wanna roll with a star, I told her dream on it |
She tried to hop in my car, I had to speed on it |
Saw it when hit 220 on the dash, with both feet on it |
Fuck the speed limit, if coming too far |
Because I be rushing to the schmoney, I’m a fiend with it |
Got the cups with the ice with the lean in it |
Red dot on a Glock, that’s a beam on it |
Schmurder she wrote, red ink on it |
The ship too full, don’t sink on it |
Yellow diamonds in the rollie, put pink in it |
And the Glock got a bite, don’t think of it (Bow!) |