Master P - You Can't See What I'm On lyrics

rate me

I wish I had a dollar for every nigger that told me lies

I wish I had a bond for every bitch that called and cried

I’mma change my number, is this yet

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

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, nigger 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 on

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

So talk to my secretary, I don’t have no secretary

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 niggers, 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