Yung Berg - I'm On Lyrics
Baby, like, we ain't dropped an albumIn at least fo' yearsHow the ***** we hit that fella?Baby, lighting bellies don't dropFor at least four monthsHow the ***** is niggas go?I ain't gotta lie, do shitFool on othersIt's good music in a bitter cool summerI ain't worry bout nothingEverything GucciChain *****ing your ass out a HummerYes, come for my new ***** dumpSouth side, nigga, I'ma give you three hundredSome say cops, some niggas say runnersOld ***** boys, y'all never seen commas?Out T-Ovana(?), I might eat a (???)*****ing in the pool, then finish in the saunahit making nigga, hit making nigga(Welcome to my show)Might see me with Rhianna[Hook]Pull up to that clubLeave two hoes in that 2 seaterLap on lap on lapI call lights on, lights onHook it from the topStart up from the bottomNever going back, going backPretty young mommaDirty big ballerHow we ball like that!Feel like I'm on for the first timeSitting on my throne for the first timeI tell รข€˜em meet me at the topOnly since that beat dropI'm still gonna get this moneyIf you like it, or notI'm on! On, on!I'm on! On, on!
