Chris Ray's Music - I'm On It (feat. WuGieee)
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Chris Ray
Baby, fuck with me
Niggas, fuck all you
Drama, keep all that
Money, I'm on it
Day ones, no phonies
iPhone, can't call it
I rock, Jabroney
I'm on it
I'm on it
I'm on it
You know I'm on it
Early in the morning
I do not like sleeping
I don't do no yawning
If you not serious
Don't run up on me
If you think you serious
Make an appointment
Want you to come ride
She said, "Baby, I'm on it!"
"Why you talking like that?"
Lil bitch, cause I'm horny
If you not with me
You must be against me
I'm different; I'm foreign
Unique like Givenchy
If you rush up on me
I'll give you this pressure
Get right or get left
Like Kobe, Derek Fisher
I been doing this since phone numbers was seven digits, bro
I'll be doing this when my bank account seven digits, bro
She thick like grits
Want this sausage
I break fast
When my omelette hits
Yeah. I'm a hit
I'm making hits
Like Aretha Franklin
Respect, lil bit
Baby, fuck with me
Niggas, fuck all you
Drama, keep all that
Money, I'm on it
Day ones, no phonies
iPhone, can't call it
I rock, Jabroney
I'm on it
I'm on it
I'm on it
(Where you at, Stitch?)
(Stitch! Stitch!)
I want it, I'm on it
Nobody was there when I was real lonely
Times got better. Reassurance: I condone it
Overtake, overkill. Just for my throne.
Shook hands with the plug right on the phone
Me drop and now, we really is known
I can't stay home, tonight
This drink got me feeling sky
DND when you look in my eyes
I ain't really gotta care
What a bitch nigga say
This my universe
I'm here to stay
I'm really tired of staying on the same page
I'm hustling just to reach a new stage
Who am I?
Ain't nobody better
Started getting cold
Popped a pill
Now, I'm sweating
I stopped a while ago
It brought a vendetta
Seeing nightmares in my dream
Since I was eleven
So I change what I want
Right now, I'm on it
Because I can die
Anytime, anyhow
I'm a keep going
I'm a keep on shooting through
All the flagrant
And all the fouls
I ain't wrote music in so damn long
But I fuck with Chris Ray
We on it, we gone
I ain't finna stop
Fuck it, end of the song
Diamond in the rough
I was unknown
Shining through the fake shit
I'm a get better
I learn to stop raining
I control my weather
Written by:
Christopher Robinson, Jamar Wilson
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