Money On The Way

Lyrics

Yea This sound like Miami Vice Cruising through star island in the night time Yea Uh White tee and the Hoorsenbuhs bracelet Name on the list bring the Ace by the cases Made it out I'm escaping the Matrix Niggas making statements never really made sense You just had to stand ten toes Did it on my own, illest nigga in the zip code Pay attention nigga you should keep your lips closed I just want the pepperjack, cheddar and pimento Pockets looking like charcuterie Niggas do the same thing down to the jewelry The one and only, but I'm working like its two of me No masturbation baby all I ever do is me Young, handsome and healthy Le Labo for the cologne when you smell me Windows tinted I gotta move stealthy Got it out the mud it ain't nothing you could tell me Money on the way, tell me where to go Stick to the plan, stuck to the code Money on the way, race to the top Got it out the mud, can't be stopped I done been through hell and I'd never quit Took a lot of L's, W on the letterman I could take you to a place you ain't never been Here to the Netherlands, Will Hill a veteran And the weapons automatic Money on the floor and its money in the attic I could turn nothing into something do some magic Japanese fabrics I'm way above average Still shine in the nighttime Did all of the work so the ducats in the pipeline Ima do champagne over white wine Put you on if you got a plan and a like mind Gotta tell me what the plans is I could take a idea and turn it to a mansion Will Hill, you should know who I am bitch I could do a panel, put my name on the pamphlet Money on the way, tell me where to go Stick to the plan, stuck to the code Money on the way, race to the top Got it out the mud, can't be stopped