Alex Wiley - Own Lane Lyrics
Money on the table, money on the floorOne for the *****es, one for the hoesMoney on the table, money on the floorOne for the *****es, one for the hoesMan to the side like MichaelGot to the friend in the crew who would drive to the high schoolDon't have a plan or a clue but I might though traffic cause I knowShould have joined the army, and picked up a rifleShould have joined my mommy and picked up a bible and a fifth of shottys,And joined a cycle ***** thatI ain't got no time for the bullshit *****, ***** thatLand niggas try to floss it ***** ***** thatGet known in the world get nice cold nigga*****in look like ? go nigga where they rep that, niggaEverybody got to find they own lane niggaEverybody out here tryin to get paidEverybody got to find they own way niggaEverybody out here trying to get paidSeats way back listening to Anita BakerRiding by myself smoking weed by the acreSeats way back listening to Anita BakerRiding by myself smoking weed by the acreMoney on the table, money on the floorOne for the *****es, one for the hoesMoney on the table, money on the floorOne for the *****es, one for the hoesMoney on the table, money on the floorOne for the *****es, one for the hoesMoney on the table, money on the floorOne for the *****es, one for the hoes
