Yung Berg - I’m On lyrics

rate me

Baby, like, we ain't dropped an album

In at least fo' years

How the fuck we hit that fella?

Baby, lighting bellies don't drop

For at least four months

How the fuck is niggas go?

I ain't gotta lie, do shit

Fool on others

It's good music in a bitter cool summer

I ain't worry bout nothing

Everything Gucci

Chain fucking your ass out a Hummer

Yes, come for my new bitch dump

South side, nigga, I'ma give you three hundred

Some say cops, some niggas say runners

Old fuck boys, y'all never seen commas?

Out T-Ovana(?), I might eat a (???)

Fucking in the pool, then finish in the sauna

hit making nigga, hit making nigga

(Welcome to my show)

Might see me with Rhianna

[Hook]

Pull up to that club

Leave two hoes in that 2 seater

Lap on lap on lap

I call lights on, lights on

Hook it from the top

Start up from the bottom

Never going back, going back

Pretty young momma

Dirty big baller

How we ball like that!

Feel like I'm on for the first time

Sitting on my throne for the first time

I tell 'em meet me at the top

Only since that beat drop

I'm still gonna get this money

If you like it, or not

I'm on! On, on!

I'm on! On, on!