Lyrics Master P – You Can’t See What I’m On
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I wish I had a dollar for every nigga that told me lies
I wish I had a bond for every bitch that called and cried
I’m a change my number, is this yet
You talk a whole lot of this, a whole lot of that
I’m on, I’m on, I’m on, I’m on, I’m on, I’m on, I’m on You talk a whole lot of this, a whole lot of that
Sitting right there with me but you can’t even see what I’m on
I’m on, I’m on, I’m on, I’m on, I’m on, I’m on, I’m o
I heard you calling people, this movie come with a sequel
That’s wonder bread, you can try to take or you can meet that desert eagle
I see it’s not in that hold it, twenty thousand dollar loot
Looking at my jewelry while I’m watching your girl booty
I’m on like the white house, don’t make me push your light out
I’m riding with them two thing on the street we call that two chains
Got a van with no roof on, everything I be too tone
That Mercedes coupe and that Bentley coupe
Too small, man, my boot on it
My doors open from the other side, my tennis shoes got 4 5
Them antiques in my garage, that the shit, I never drive
I’m blowing on the purple, nigga looking like herbal
I see these clowns hating, they belong in a circus
You talk a whole lot of this, a whole lot of that
Sitting right there with me but you can’t even see what I’m on
I’m on, I’m on, I’m on, I’m on, I’m on, I’m on, I’m on You talk a whole lot of this, a whole lot of that
Sitting right there with me but you can’t even see what I’m on
I’m on, I’m on, I’m on, I’m on, I’m on, I’m on, I’m o
That new Roly, I got two of them, super models I got a few of them
I ask you for a couple dollars, you hadn’t said you couldn’t do nothing
I’m on you on the paper, bills marking favors
Always talking about keeping it real, but always been a hater
But you get my direct line, hater that’s unnecessary
I’m balling, now recording songs under this chandelier
Riding through the air in a brand new Lim’
And my fans keep getting younger, my money keep getting longer
I got some for these hating niggas, I happen to have them on you
If folks getting that Kool-Aid, putting rap game in the chokehold
Got a stable full of stallions and I might go play some polo
You talk a whole lot of this, a whole lot of that
Sitting right there with me but you can’t even see what I’m on
I’m on, I’m on, I’m on, I’m on, I’m on, I’m on, I’m on You talk a whole lot of this, a whole lot of that
Sitting right there with me but you can’t even see what I’m on
I’m on, I’m on, I’m on, I’m on, I’m on, I’m on, I’m on
