Audio Push - OTW lyrics

(Intro) I'm on the way Yeah (Hook) Look, Im hot right now, I dont feel like no function Im tryna smoke up, chill out, and hit somethin' I just got paid, wait, thats every day sh** I say come thru, no hesitation She say she on the way She on the way, she on the way She on the way, she on the way She on the way, she on the way She on the way, she on the way (Verse) Look, I dont hit the club if I dont want to Ay now call up some broads man, tell em come thru Ain't no kicking it when they get here, n***a this ain't kung fu & tell her friend if she act right, then she can come 2 I remember when them women told me they gon make me work for it So I hit the studio, & I worked for it Now I hit the club with all my bros, & she twerk for it Probably cuz a young n***a been working boy Got to get it, can a n***a preach? I hop out that pulpit Ya date a lame n***a girl, stop with that bullsh** Yo girls knew it, ya sound stupid, its that new sh** Pa** me a doobie, ya be acting up & ain't in no movies But the best thing a woman can have is her sh** together & if she does, baby, thats perfect, lets get together & I sound like the recipe upgraded If she next to me I break her back & smack it just for testing me girl Look (Hook) Look, Im hot right now, I dont feel like no function Im tryna smoke up, chill out, and hit somethin' I just got paid, wait, thats every day sh** I say come thru, no hesitation She say she on the way She on the way, she on the way She on the way, she on the way She on the way, she on the way She on the way, she on the way (Verse 2) Alright, now point me to a thick fat b**h They aint heard of price Im smoking weed & losing weight, I call that herbal life Hit the homies on the text like whats the word tonight Where the bouts in the burbs tonight, where the hoes thats tryna get served tonight? Dont stop, get it hoe Second street pimp, b**h, call me Deuce Bigalow & if I said I love ya, I was probably playin' Till I come thru & baby pull up like she was potty training Im an IE n***a, got a b**h a promoter Come thru & bust it open any time that I want to She hit me like ya need something babe, Im right round the corner Said girl, pick me up some blunts & a cold Arizona Ill throw that a** in a coma, kush blunts my aroma I dont f** with the club, I be at home, Im a loner Best believe if ya hear me, I been burning down something Real west side n***a, I aint turning down n***a (Hook) Look, Im hot right now, I dont feel like no function Im tryna smoke up, chill out, and hit somethin' I just got paid, wait, thats every day sh** I say come thru, no hesitation She say she on the way She on the way, she on the way She on the way, she on the way She on the way, she on the way She on the way, she on the way (Verse 3) I was seventeen years old when we made the world do a dance But if I dont f** with ya now then I neva knew ya Man ya beat yo chance, ya hear these raps? Whoo, 2 advanced, mister execute a plan Hold yo gat, move yo hand I dont f** with fake real n***as Do a crime, snitch, & probably take a deal n***a Sit yo a** down, nah ya cant blaze & chill with us West sides to the sky, let me keep it real with ya Im higher than the tip top of a roller coaster The coast supposed to take over the game, ya know its ova & then I see yo girl, she yawning, then I know she want it The world knowing bout them young n***as from California Bro bro keep it goin'! (Verse 4) If they aint know, it be the boy The boy, the young'n, be the kid This sh** feeling like Chronic2000 & twenty six Im the n***a ya can hit, any time or any day boy If ya talking bout that pay then ya know b**h up on the way Lets go, ya know I do this sh** for the town, ya understand The family the only people around, ya understand I keep it G like its at least 1000 on the man Ya boys just 100s, we up in the CLS 500, we was riding n***a, bumping this Price said, I say thet do not know who they f**in' with If I aint know the hand its coming from then I ain't trust it Spent my last on this gold chain, & I ain't tucking sh** Im finna shine on em, watch a n***a shine on em Gator boot, pimped out suit, I big time on 'em Word to DJ Sour Milk, I go 909 on em If they aint talking money I dont waste my time on 'em On the way! (Outro) We on the way We on the way We on the way We on the way We on the way