on my shit - soufboi lyrics
[hook: soufboi]
now, i’ve been on my sh-t ever since i was a jit
money over everything, i’m trying to get rich
i’m out here on my grind and i’m chasing the cheese
pockets full of money, i get it out the streets
now, i’ve been on my sh-t ever since i was a jit
money over everything, i’m trying to get rich
i’m out here in these streets and there’s money on my mind
middle finger to you haters, i’m on my grind
[verse 1: soufboi]
baking soda fishscale, i’m gon’ make it drop
seventeen, see, i was raised by the d-mn pots
the streets know a n-gga hot, they waiting for the drop
’cause i’m sucker-free like a stick with no lollipop
fresh out the body shop, i’m on my prada sh-t
money looking swole ’cause i used to pack a lot of bricks
i don’t got to lie to chicks, i just tell them, “swallow this”
and put it in their face, i am such a dermatologist
used to take a lot of trips, trafficking the work
and since georgia raised me, i guess i get it out the dirt
i be out here head first, hinesville, what it do?
in the club with my n-ggas, ten bottles of grey goose
tell them to stay back ’cause they strapped and they’d shoot
i done popped them d-mn pills, now a n-gga can’t move
i’ll be d-mned if i’ma lose, i came too far for me to quit
and lord knows i be on my sh-t
[hook: soufboi]
now, i’ve been on my sh-t ever since i was a jit
money over everything, i’m trying to get rich
i’m out here on my grind and i’m chasing the cheese
pockets full of money, i get it out the streets
now, i’ve been on my sh-t ever since i was a jit
money over everything, i’m trying to get rich
i’m out here in these streets and there’s money on my mind
middle finger to you haters, i’m on my grind
[verse 2: waka flocka flame]
i’m a money maker, you can see it in my eyes
you can tell by my swag, try me, you might die
no lie, used to cry when i ain’t have it
selling collard greens, trying to make a little cabbage
i’m not your average, i’m a savage
i’m a b-st-rd, so i trust no man
i play my cards right like lindsay had a low hand
sh-t hit the fan and i ain’t even take a stand
evaluate my tattoos, they’ll tell you that they gang related
haters see me, looking like, “godd-mn, he made it”
m.o.e. till y’all n-ggas bury me
clayton county, riverdale, you can say they raised me
[?] please don’t play me
all white bricks, you can call them slim shady
i see them n-ggas hating, but i know they can’t fade me
waka flocka flocka, flocka waka flame
[hook: soufboi]
now, i’ve been on my sh-t ever since i was a jit
money over everything, i’m trying to get rich
i’m out here on my grind and i’m chasing the cheese
pockets full of money, i get it out the streets
now, i’ve been on my sh-t ever since i was a jit
money over everything, i’m trying to get rich
i’m out here in these streets and there’s money on my mind
middle finger to you haters, i’m on my grind
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