Roy Demeo - I'm On It lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug] Aye We got London on da Track You should loosen up a little bit Girl, you should loosen up a little bit I just thought You should know Thought that you should know It’s a whole new world You can be my girl You should know Foreign, we could go Got a lil’ molly and coke Use your nose Gotta use your nose Use your nose Got a lil’ molly and coke But you gotta use your nose Fee-fi-fo G.I. Joe We can go high as skies go Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah I never seen no b**h that won’t go on a UFO Ay, ay, oh Yikes, I know, aye [Hook: Young Thug] I’m on, on I’m on, on My bag and me, a bunch on No more public homes, mama We on, on Turn the crunch on, I gotta stay on, on I’m on, on I’m on, on I’m on, on I’m on, on I been racin’ from the start Only [?] park the car, yeah [Verse 1: Young Thug] Me and you should roll We should go I ain’t washin’ my clothes I’d buy these new clothes I’d rather buy new clothes Saint Laurent on my toes Fifty racks in the store Fifty more in my coat Big bank Slime, ho Spent one or two dimes on her I spend time with the owners Big bank, Slime owner We a different breed We just tryna succeed Got some diamonds on my teeth Tell me who do it like me? I’m ’bout to tease it First, I gotta eat it I got my reasons I got some reasons Everyone ’round me bleedin’ Yeah, the top floor of the Four Seasons I was this close to servin’ them keys Now twenty hoes on they knees [Hook: Young Thug] I’m on, on I’m on, on My bag and me, a bunch on No more public homes, mama We on, on Turn the crunch on, I gotta stay on, on I’m on, on I’m on, on I’m on, on I’m on, on I been racin’ from the start Only [?] park the car [Verse 2: YoungBoy Never Broke Again] Hope your girlfriend got on green, ah Hit a lick in all black, Reebok Come down the block in a tank top And y’all gon’ k** the scene, yeah Need the money just for what I fiend, yeah I’ma try just ’bout everything, yeah I’ma go all out for the green, yeah I’ma ball out with my team, yeah I’ma pull up in a ‘vette (skrrt, skrrt) You know that I’m reppin’ my set (I’m reppin’ my set) I just hopped out the jet, yeah Now I’m headed to the check, yeah Whole lotta money right up in my jeans I’ma get up and go get what I need Beat the game, somethin’ like Billie Jean Mixin’ red in a pint with the green Hit the gas, I’ma tear up the scene [?], you ain’t tryin’ me Walked in with a slime with me Hit up Ellie for a brand new ring [Verse 3: Young Thug] Yeah, bails like south, yeah Dick in her mouth, yeah ‘Bout to f** her on the couch, yeah f** her slow like slouch, yeah ‘Bout to get in my mouth, yeah Hopped from Ferrari to couch, yeah Bankhead bounce, yeah None of my diamonds got clout I got a car in the house like couch I got a key to your main b**h house I steer the Rolls Royce today, ain’t feel like gettin’ rained out Philippe’s on me today I got a b**h, I ain’t trustin’ her mouth I ’bout to kick sh** sideways right now ‘Bout to say something right now I got a pill in my stomach right now I got a lotta new money right now Blue face, hunnid by the low Inside out, white nose Hol’ up, baby girl, move Everybody cut my bros Put my dick in her nose They might pa** that hoe to my bros I got 20-dollar bills, we cold Got five, put it right up in her nose, yeah I know she about the green hoe, yeah Got Jeffery workin’ on these hoes, yeah Eenie, miney, mo, which one I’m ’bout to floss Eenie, miney, mo, which one don’t got draws I’ma pinky roll, pa** her to the dawg Scottie pimp these hoes, show ’em Michael Jordan All my diamonds bought without the clout I put it up as if it was a drought New York n***as call me without a doubt I’ma ride for ’em like we at the house, uh Ain’t got a beat in my trunk, yeah Like factories, I gon’ ride these cars, yeah Ride a Maybach like a hump, yeah Backseat turn to a bunk, yeah I take a trip to ya chain gang, I wanna go to ya compound Love for every rich n***a except Donald Trump, yeah All these rap n***as daddy I should buy some Vans Money long as a caddy, yeah All these rap n***as daddy I should invest in vans I don’t do no dabbin’ fresher than some ranch [Hook: Young Thug] I’m on, on I’m on, on My bag and me, a bunch on No more public homes, mama We on, on Turn the crunch on, I gotta stay on, on I’m on, on I’m on, on I’m on, on I’m on, on I been racin’ from the start Only [?] park the car