Famous Stix - On Me (feat. TKP Nook) Lyrics

Umm umm ummmmmmum umm um um um m
Umm umm ummmmmum yah yea dam yea

I got these racks on top of racks
I mean these stacks on top of stacks
I keep on stacking yea i stack
I blow ya bitch right from the back
She keep on calling that's my slaat
We run it up and run it back
Transactions bussin through my jack i kick my feet up and relax
I see why niggas hate on me
Bitch we run it up y'all run it back on me
I remember being broke asking homies
Niggas started moving funny in my lonely

Now we getting money now ain't funny now
Getting money now ain't funny now
I'm getting money now ain't funny now
I'm getting money now ain't funny now

Hopped on the speedway, niggas was hating they loosing
I'm working, i'm working, i'm working keys is to hop in ya birkin
Remember those nights we was lurking, my stomach-stomach was hurtin
Knew i wasn't eating, was curtains, so i had to hop up and start swerving
Speed on the eway she hit my phone like a replay
Remember them nights you ain't need me now you now call me like you miss me
What happen to boy with the money, found i get more off one play
Found out i'm the plug in the same day, new wheel all tints when switch lanes
BM 6 series with the big thing right up inside the big bang
Now i'm getting money through sunday buss down all cuban with diamond rings
Remember now you need me
Remember now you need me
Remember now you need me i told you i'm going retarded

I got these racks on top of racks
I mean these stacks on top of stacks
I keep on stacking yea i stack
I blow ya bitch right from the back
She keep on calling that's my slaat
We run it up they run it back
Transactions bussin through my jack i kick my feet up and relax
I see why niggas hate on me, bitch we run it up y'all run it back on me
I remember being broke asking homies
Niggas started moving funny in my lonely

Now we getting money now ain't funny now
Getting money now ain't funny now
Im getting money now ain't funny now
Im getting money now ain't funny now

Woah, who you know count up this dough
Dam f*cking ya bitch at my show
She see the drip, see the glow
Dam young nigga i'll never fold
All this money i can't fold
Dam gotta keep a clip to hold
Cannot keep up with my flow
Dam stack up this bread til i'm ghost dam
See the finesse
Double the check
Wrist and my neck
Diamonds so wet
Run it never sweat
Keep a drummer on set
Gimme me a tech
Tell you something that i wont do
Imma get to the bank like i'm suppose to
We see the hate, what you gona do
Kush pacc gang go too
What you say when your held down
For something you didn't want started
Push my thumbs through the bills now
I'm balling, i'm balling, i'm balling

I'm balling, i'm balling, i'm balling
She calling my phone she stalling
Remember them nights we was starving, now i'm getting money and we balling
Kept praying a nigga start falling
But i stamp up like Jordan
Keep watching here we go then
Nigga keep watching here we go then

Now i see why niggas hate on me
Bitch we run it up y'all run it back on me
I remember being broke asking homies
Niggas started moving funny in my lonely