Young Thug - Im On Feat Youngboy Never Broke Again Lyrics

Ayy
We got London on da Track
You should loosen up a little bit
Girl, you should loosen up a little bit
I just thought
You should know
Thought that you should know
It's a whole new world
You can be my girl
You should know
Foreign, we could go
Got a lil' molly and coke
Use your nose
Gotta use your nose
Use your nose
Got a lil' molly and coke
But you gotta use your nose
Fee-fi-fo
G. I. Joe
We can go high as skies go
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
I never seen no bitch that won't go on a Ufo
Ayy, ayy, oh
Yikes, I know, ayy

I'm on, on
I'm on, on
My bag and me, a bunch on
No more public homes, mom
We on, on
Turn the crunch on, I gotta stay on, on
I'm on, on
I'm on, on
I'm on, on
I'm on, on
I been racin' from the start
Only basic park the car, yeah

Me and you should roll
We should go
I ain't washin' my clothes
I'd buy new clothes
Rather buy new clothes
Saint Laurent on my toes
Fifty racks in the store
Fifty more in my coat
Big bank Slime, ho
Spent one or two dimes on her
I spend time with the owners
Big bank, Slime owner
We a different breed
We just tryna succeed
Got some diamonds on my teeth
Tell me who do it like me?
I'm 'bout to tease it
First, I gotta eat it
I got my reasons
I got some rings and
Everyone 'round me bleedin'
Yeah, the top floor of the Four Seasons
I was this close to servin' them keys
Now twenty hoes on they knees

I'm on, on
I'm on, on
My bag and me, a bunch on
No more public homes, mom
We on, on
Turn the crunch on, I gotta stay on, on
I'm on, on
I'm on, on
I'm on, on
I'm on, on
I been racin' from the start
Only basic park the car

Hoe your boyfriend, girl don't bring now
Hit a lick in all black, Reebok
Come down the block in a tee top
And y'all gon' kill the scene, yeah
Need the money just for what I fiend, yeah
I'ma try just 'bout everything, yeah
I'ma go all out for the green, yeah
I'ma ball out with my team, yeah (Pull up in the 'Vette)
I'ma pull up in the 'Vette (Pull up in the 'Vette, skrrt, skrrt)
You know that I'm reppin' my set (I'm reppin' my set)
I just hopped out the jet, yeah
Now I'm headed to the check, yeah
Whole lotta money right up in my jeans
I'ma get up and go get what I need
Beat the game, somethin' like Billie Jean
Mixin' red and the purp with the green
Hit the gas, I'ma tear up the scene
Full throttle, ain't no trailin' me
Walked in with a slime with me
Hit up Ellie for a brand new ring

Yeah, bails like south, yeah
Dick in her mouth, yeah
'Bout to fuck her on the couch, yeah
Fuck her slow like slouch, yeah
'Bout to edit my mouth, yeah
Hopped from Ferrari to couch, yeah
Bankhead bounce, yeah
None of my diamonds got clout
I got a car in the house like couch
I got a key to your main bitch house
I steer the Rolls Royce today, ain't feel like gettin' rained out
Philippe's on me today
I got a bitch, I ain't trustin' her mouth
I'm bout to keep shit solid right now
'Bout to say something right now
I got a pill in my stomach right now
I got a lotta new money right now
Blue face hunnids by the load
Inside out, white nose
Hol' up, baby girl, move
Pass my cut to my bros
Put my dick in her nose
Then might pass that hoe to my bros
I got a 20-dollar bill wit' coke
I was 'bout to put it right up in her nose, yeah
I know she know 'bout these Rick Owens, yeah
Doctor Jeffery workin' on these hoes, yeah
Eenie, miney, mo, which one I'm 'bout to floss
Eenie, miney, mo, which one don't got draws
I'ma pick and roll, pass her to the dawg
Scottie pimp these hoes, shake em Michael Jordan
All my, diamonds bought without a clout
I put it, up as if it was a drought
New York niggas call me without a doubt
I'ma, ride for 'em like we at the house, uh
Ain't got a beat in my trunk, yeah
Factories, I'm ridin', yeah
Ride a Maybach like a hump, yeah
Backseat turn to a bunk, yeah
I take a trip to ya chain gang, I wanna go to ya compound
Love for every rich nigga except Donald Trump, yeah
All these rap niggas daddy
I should buy some Vans
Money long as a caddy, yeah
All these rap niggas daddy
I should invest in vans
I don't do no dabbin' fresher than some ranch

I'm on, on
I'm on, on
My bag and me, a bunch on
No more public homes, mom
We on, on
Turn the crunch on, I gotta stay on, on
I'm on, on
I'm on, on
I'm on, on
I'm on, on
I been racin' from the start
Only basic park the car