Akon - We On It feat. Yo Gotti lyrics

Akon: Ya, Ya My top damn my money low My b**h bad Im packed up n***as like many b**hes f** Hey hood yo mou hey hes strapped on Ya mixed up take it on me called My gorillaz I got k**az ichin chilas Far it costrict from a deala Im worldwide they love me when I P Jey if it soil they coka money low They f**in with a soil See all my b**hes love me They all become in me hobby I've been thinking by movin in Maiami And get in choby they get in on his money And f** all his b**hes Supplyin all his hood Startin be pop in his strechit We on, We on, We on We on, we on, we on See his duby and a scuby His spinnin and hes tryna Thats swag above duby When his all tryna holla We on, we on, we on We on, we on, we on Yo Gotti: I pulled up and like go home Straight line like noone and Rid b**h and red rolling some tome, telephone She makes skin how bottle in my poeple noone Stand me kip club they're wanna watch every ........ came stand me Hey on her club and we poppin b**hes and they Poppin and the .... we will rockin We on, we on to the rain and we shoppin n***a know and they won't stoped me We won't deala top a b**h I turn club like a light switch Oh like a n***a like a dog beat Go around the black trap and still Dont white she money is the rule of Our evil on this tryna fear my people Couple answer for this snickel We on, we on Akon: They get in on his money And f** all his b**hes Supplyin all his hood Startin be pop in his strechit We on, We on, We on We on, we on, we on See his duby and a scuby His spinnin and hes tryna Thats wierd above duby When his all tryna get a swag holla We on, we on, we on We on, we on, we on We work hard no sleep You stuff we eat no shorts need deep The Louise bag eight chip And thats all she want it got a bag All upon it remind me on my bad Op She have think that I am cloned Cute face n***a all a** look at she is jalou Tap is already smash tryna f**ed the whole laino Tam ido n my neck gun is on my waist My splearge little bit what doum all is b**h They get in on his money And f** all his b**hes see fine on his horse Startin be pop in his strechit We on, We on, We on We on, we on, we on See his duby and a scuby His spinnin and hes tryna Thats wierd above duby When his all tryna holla We on, we on, we on We on, we on, we on