Don Trip - I'm On One lyrics

(Verse) Semi-Automatic weapon tucked Extended clip for extra luck Fire hoes. Unload, and Wet 'em up I wouldn't stoop to your level even to help you up I such a stand-up guy, I can't kneel or duck I'm like a motherf**ing Nun. I never give a f** Stressed out. Using money as a pick-me-up Jaylin's sipping on success from his sippy-cup No pity for a G. You n***as pitiful I'm still chasing fast money just to feel the rush Prison time hurt. Peroxide couldn't heel the cuts Beside 25 to life, we ain't fearing much Life's a b**h, and the f**ing justice system s**s A black president's the only thing they've given us I walk in the door getting my picture took n***as frown up at me while their b**hes blush I'm addicted to the paper. I can't get enough How'd I get this motherf**ing fly without beaming up? Them n***as mad. The f**'s that supposed to mean to us? f** 'em if them b**hes ain't bringing bucks Cause I don't care about nothing but my money and my son And I never go nowhere without a condom and a gun And I take your baby-momma, and I f** her 'till she cums f** her 'till she runs. Said, I f** her 'til she thinks that I'm on something Said, I f** her 'til she think she belongs to me That's until she falls asleep, then I'm gone honey I said now it's time to eat, so I'm gone hunting Buddy I've got more connects than a phone company Oh no I don't miss a cent I stand still and flip a brick I make too much grip to quit And my phone jumping Sorry. All I'm trying to get is that long money And even God himself couldn't get a loan from me He turned water into wine And pistol in your face will turn your dollars into mine I'm alittle dyslexic. All I read is Dollar signs And I've got 40-something watches, but I've never got the time So better than y'all, but I'm so not in my prime And I will drop all of my dollars 'fore I ever drop a dime 2009 until beyond. With a mask over my eye, about to rob the game blind Fresh up out the jungle. King Kong has arrived And I come to sell grapes to a f**ing grape vine Feeling extinct. Last of my kind Hustle hard. I bet I could sell paint while it's drying Air Jordan's. Lace 'em up and start flying And respond to 1,000 tweets in the mean-time Made of gold, still chasing green guys Never break a sweat, like the guy selling bean-pies It's motherf** everything but money and my son And you'll never catch me out without a condom and a gun I buy everything in sight, and I don't wear that sh** but once And my baby's stomach hurts because I only feed him junk But I'm grown honey That's right. I do what I want, when I want homie I can blow every single dime that belongs to me I might just go pay Drake to come sing this song for me Yea, I'm smart enough to know something's wrong with me At least I'd admit that sh** My flow crazy. Admit that sh** Not even I can predict that sh** But I'm stoned, stunting I'm so thorough they say it's like I be on something I'm from the trap, so I know I never own nothing Howdy baby how ya drrrrrrin' How bout we vacate and have some shrrrrrrin' Girl he crazy. Come and cure him We can crash. Hope you got insurance Baby don't worry. I got endurance I hit the river. Set sail like a clearance Oh yea he's a threat to anything that goes near him And he keeps it all honest like he drank the truth serum 'Couple stacks to hear him. More for an appearance We be chasing money. Y'all out running errands I'm flyer than a parrot. Proud to be a parent Afraid of being married. Terrified of sharing They say they gonna hurt me? Well I double-dog-dare 'em Boy them bullets move faster, than a McLaren It don't matter if it's clean, long as I earned it This is third degree burn. Go 'head give the beat an urn Cause I don't care about sh** but my money and my Son And I don't go to sleep without a condom and a gun And I'm so ready for a war: Vietnam; Desert Storm; Battle of Hiroshima. Mr. Drip Drop Bombs And I'm on something That's right b**h I'm on something You might think that I'm on something (Outro) ESGtv And I'm gone from it I've f**ed up a couple times. Whatever I'm not perfect. That's what makes me perfect "Help Is On the Way" is on the way