Yung Marley, Reese Laflare - I Got It On Me Lyrics

D Hill

I got it on me
I got it on me
I got it on me
I got it on me
I got it on me
I got it on me
I got it on me
I got it on me
I got it on me
I got it on me
I got it on me
I got it on me
I got it on me
I got it on me
I got it on me
I got it on me

I got it first
I put it on
Pulled up on set
She play the role

Silly with the money I'm going dummy
Bought a new stick And it came with a drummy
Trunk in the front My whip be driving funny
They count me out But I be counting money

I got it on me
I got it on me
I got it on me
I got it on me

Sticky a blicky This watch cost me 60
Marley got the bags You know he going get it
Get rich or die trying Feeling like 50
No Amiri I be rocking Ricky
Opps we seen em my partners Going spin em
Pinky brain It cost me a nickel
She gave me brain But her teeth hurt a little
She threw it back and We put it on triller
Red leather pants Micheal Jackson on thriller
The Prada's on chocolate Diamonds vanilla

Ice was cold I started a blizzard
VVS diamonds it look like December
Ice was cold It wet like a river
I be in the trap posted With dealers and killers
Sharks and lions I'm Talking gorillas
Hot box with the killers I'm sliding in rentals
I got it on me I'm wet like tsunami
I bust me a play And I get me some money
Know you heard about me Cause my trap house be bunking
200 bags sold Do this shit every Monday
Can't talk about loafs Cause them Niggas too crumby
I throw on my ice Any time to make it sunny
I'm rocking designer No more Abercrombie
D. Hill Made the beat So you know this shit thumping

I got it on me
I got it on me
I got it on me
I got it on me
I got it on me
I got it on me
I got it on me
I got it on me
I got it on me
I got it on me
I got it on me
I got it on me
I got it on me
I got it on me
I got it on me
I got it on me

I got it first I put it on
Pulled up on set She play the role
Silly with the money I'm going dummy
Bought a new stick And it came with a drummy
Trunk in the front My whip be driving funny
They count me out But I be counting money

I got it on me
I got it on me
I got it on me
I got it on me

I walk out the house With 250 that's cash
Fendi my draws And a stick in my bag
I'm heavy on syrup But I'm still moving fast
I'm rocking designer With Louis V tags
They jocking my style Trying to copy my Swag
I hop in the foreign New digital dash
Fishtailing the forgi's When I get the gas
Said I wasn't going to be shit Now I'm ahead of my class
They knew that it on me Don't act like you don't
The engine in back The front is a trunk
When I pull up I get any bitch I want
Heard I'm popping So I got to keep this shit on

My girl look like Sza
Black track suit like missy
Call me her letter she lick me
Front row at LV and Fendi
Walking with double stacks With cheese ugghhhhh
My pockets they feeling like Wendy's
I'm whipping this shit like Beni's
I told them to meet me at Wendy's
I keep me a stick in the glizzy
I know that you heard that I'm serving the city
Got a million in cash Who the fuck is You kidding
Know you heard I'm BIG SHARK And you niggas is fishes
Who you shiting

I got it on me
I got it on me
I got it on me
I got it on me
I got it on me
I got it on me
I got it on me
I got it on me
I got it on me
I got it on me
I got it on me
I got it on me
I got it on me
I got it on me
I got it on me
I got it on me

I got it first
I put it on
Pulled up on 6
She play the role
Silly with the money I'm going dummy
Bought a new stick And it came with a drummy
Trunk in the front My whip be driving funny
They count me out But I be counting money

I got it on me
I got it on me
I got it on me
I got it on me