ON GOD feat. Young Thug

歌詞

DY Krazy Uh, oh Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh Oh, oh, oh Brand new Chanels Don't look at the tag, baby I bought her ass, best believe that I'm gon' tap, baby I drive in the Jag crazy I crash that bitch daily Had to upgrade to a Mercedes Ayy I made a bag, baby Yeah I made a bag, baby On God I made a bag, baby On God I made a bag, baby On God I'm in my bag On God I drive it real fast, baby On God Mercedes Benz On God I'm in my bag, baby I'm in first class, baby On God You in last, baby On God I'm a 90's baby But I cook that shit from the '80s On God Hardtop Mercedes On God I'm ridin' in a drop Mercedes That's on God Fuck all your opps, don't save 'em That's on God Just let the AK rearrange ya That's on God Fuck on a opp nigga's bitch on the daily On God Ball on a bitch, Tracy McGrady That's on God Throw B's up for the brazy On God I put the K in crazy On God I'm with No Limit, that's on the daily On God hat choppa turn ya like pages, uh On God Headshot your face lookin' crazy, uh On God Did I say cray? I meant brazy, uh I got four pockets with lettuce We 'bout to show 'em who the best is I need an ambulance up in the nosebleeds I designed her lil' body, she a trophy And she do what the Simon say I'm 'bout to buy her the All-State I'ma fill up this bitch with some more shit Whatever, bitch, she a Barbie Brand new Chanels Don't look at the tag, baby I bought her ass, best believe that I'm gon' tap, baby I drive in the Jag crazy I crash that bitch daily Had to upgrade to a Mercedes Ayy I made a bag, baby Yeah I made a bag, baby On God I made a bag, baby On God I made a bag, baby On God I'm in my bag On God I drive it real fast, baby On God Mercedes Benz On God I'm in my bag, baby I'm not God, baby On God I don't forgive, baby On God My niggas in your crib, baby On God They go real brazy That's on God I'ma pull up in the latest On God Matte black, you know that I painted it On God New millennium, totin' the stainless On God Got a red beam for long ranges, yeah On God, on God, on God I got savage ways On God I got baddie babes That's on God I got me the swings No cap, on God All I'm bringin' in No cap, on God Yeah Uh The way you lied to me is too fugazi On God No magazine shells fade away Uh I'm in Japan with an Asian persuasion Yeah, on God Bitches from the Himalayas bringin' me bacon Gucci robes like masons, fuck her in a Bathing Ape apron My bitch foreign I don't know where she from, I ain't tryna be racist On God I don't fuck with niggas, I'm racist, uh Get my dick sucked by a soul taker, uh I told her I just want the top Your clothes, don't even take it off That's on God I'm Paul Walker when I'm takin' off I'm fast and furious on you hoes On God Unlike you broke-ass niggas, I actually achieve my goals That's on God I'm 'bout to ride, I'll add her name in my tats I'm too good up to ever disguise, I get fed up after runnin' 'round, yeah I gotta try it, I done pulled her panties to the side Got four closets for my child, I got even more for my wife Yeah, yeah Yeah, that's on God That's on God DY Krazy Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah That's on God DY Krazy Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah That's on God, that's on God That's on God, that's on God, that's on... Brand new Chanels Don't look at the tag, baby I bought her ass, best believe that I'm gon' tap, baby I drive in the Jag crazy I crash that bitch daily Had to upgrade to a Mercedes Ayy I made a bag, baby Yeah I made a bag, baby On God I made a bag, baby On God I made a bag, baby On God I'm in my bag On God I drive it real fast, baby On God Mercedes Benz On God I'm in my bag, baby