On My Shyt

Now, I've been on my shit ever since I was a jit

Money over everything, I'm trying to get rich

I'm out here on my grind and I'm chasing the cheese

Pockets full of money, I get it out the streets

Now, I've been on my shit ever since I was a jit

Money over everything, I'm trying to get rich

I'm out here in these streets and there's money on my mind

Middle finger to you haters, I'm on my grind

Baking soda fishscale, I'm gon' make it drop

Seventeen, see, I was raised by the damn pots

The streets know a nigga hot, they waiting for the drop

'Cause I'm sucker-free like a stick with no lollipop

Fresh out the body shop, I'm on my Prada shit

Money looking swole 'cause I used to pack a lot of bricks

I don't got to lie to chicks, I just tell them, "Swallow this"

And put it in their face, I am such a dermatologist

Used to take a lot of trips, trafficking the work

And since Georgia raised me, I guess I get it out the dirt

I be out here head first, Hinesville, what it do?

In the club with my niggas, ten bottles of Grey Goose

Tell them to stay back 'cause they strapped and they'd shoot

I done popped them damn pills, now a nigga can't move

I'll be damned if I'ma lose, I came too far for me to quit

And Lord knows I be on my shit

Now, I've been on my shit ever since I was a jit

Money over everything, I'm trying to get rich

I'm out here on my grind and I'm chasing the cheese

Pockets full of money, I get it out the streets

Now, I've been on my shit ever since I was a jit

Money over everything, I'm trying to get rich

I'm out here in these streets and there's money on my mind

Middle finger to you haters, I'm on my grind

I'm a money maker, you can see it in my eyes

You can tell by my swag, try me, you might die

No lie, used to cry when I ain't have it

Selling collard greens, trying to make a little cabbage

I'm not your average, I'm a savage

I'm a bastard, so I trust no man

I play my cards right like Lindsay had a low hand

Shit hit the fan and I ain't even take a stand

Evaluate my tattoos, they'll tell you that they gang related

Haters see me, looking like, "Goddamn, he made it"

M.O.E. till y'all niggas bury me

Clayton County, Riverdale, you can say they raised me

please don't play me

All white bricks, you can call them Slim Shady

I see them niggas hating, but I know they can't fade me

Waka Flocka Flocka, Flocka Waka Flame

Now, I've been on my shit ever since I was a jit

Money over everything, I'm trying to get rich

I'm out here on my grind and I'm chasing the cheese

Pockets full of money, I get it out the streets

Now, I've been on my shit ever since I was a jit

Money over everything, I'm trying to get rich

I'm out here in these streets and there's money on my mind

Middle finger to you haters, I'm on my grind