Jim Jones - On Fleek lyrics

[Intro:] It's a party going on in Atlanta Stevie J n***a what it is It's some bad b**hes here tonight Look at the ice look like scroll lights [Verse 1:] Order up some bottles like its no tomorrow Spending drug money like f** the law I'm on my Birdman and Diddy sh** Super clean on my pretty sh** Ten stacks on hundreds ball n***a rich Living life off benefits, ask around hoe, I been this sh** To get this dick you need a membership Patron shots with the heavy line You want to hit the blunt better get in line Flirting with yo pants got you super hard (and you already know) She a super hot, balling like I got to turn myself in Popping bottles with some made n***as When it come to bricks I could name ten That I broke down at the J's it [Chorus:] Where my bad b**hes on fleek From the hair down to the feet Imma a real n***a so i'm gone speak What you zip it cause it's on me [Verse 2:] Just had an epiphany My b**h be rocking diamonds out of Tiffany The pool deck wet when slippery We just cop cars from the Sticker B One time for my b**hes up in liv Two times for my n***as running up in cribs Three times for my lifers all doing bids All my get money n***as you know what it is Black bottle for the roll benz Who about to get off in my car with You ain't s** a dick girl that's nonsense So don't meet me by my cottie Where my Instagram b**hes at When you comment on that page, they don't hit you back Bust it open for a real n***a Around 1:12 we eat a meal with [Chorus] [Outro:] So now we leaving out the fountain blue Got me feeling like a n***a smoke tha