On The Way Home

Lyrics

This that This that shit Late night creeping through the Yea, yea Real niggas know Can't take a real nigga hoe Yea huh Every failure that I had gave me confidence Real nigga you can hear it in my consonants I believe in myself, ima optimist World traveler dipping out the continent Ok, Mexico to America I'm in and outta that Networking, making future plays all across the map I be out in Paris with it, it ain't no comparison I know a couple bitches think I'm toxic and I'm arrogant, ok I ain't cocky bitch, meet me in the lobby bitch Gold chains, I'm the poster child for opulence If you gon do the dirt, gotta know the consequence I'm the man with supply, I'm an economist One to the two to the three to the four Four to the eight baby you know how it go Make a couple flips turn a eight to sixteen I got dreams nigga you know what I mean, oowee Me and my niggas won't fold Benz coupe on the way home Big from the cars to the crib Fill the cup up, champagne Me and my niggas won't fold Late nights fucking on hoes New white tee, clean fade Oowee, it just is what it is Ok, me and Hollywood Cole speeding in the whip Ima make the play nigga he give the assist World Wide Willy, speeding through the six Niggas taking swag ima send the cease and desist I got everything that I need and I want I got everything that I need in this blunt I got everything that I need and again Make plays then I'm dipping in the wind, wassup Me and my niggas won't fold Benz coupe on the way home Big from the cars to the crib Fill the cup up, champagne Me and my niggas won't fold Late nights fucking on hoes New white tee, clean fade Oowee, it just is what it is