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cash sinatra - on the way lyrics

– chorus

yeah, i get a lot of love
but i feel a lot of hate
they been scheming on my grub
they beeen scheming on my plate

mind ya business
to the bag
get the bag
i’m on the way (2x)

– verse 1 (cash sinatra)

all these seeds imma pollinate
catch a money type of vibe today
my genes mean got my momma face
ladies call me when they ovulate
all of these women yeah they love me
i was only thinkin’ money
chandon feelin’ lovely
get em mo-wet with the bubbly
no stress, just bow-flex
catch mad flows like a kotex
walk in & we broke necks
it ain’t right if it’s no checks
do the most sets & the reps
better hang it up get ya coat checked
askin’ me if i’m “hip hop” !?
i’m a prodigy, brother mos’ def !
oh yes !
got that high grade, don’t need no test
this sh-t is loud like a protest
nike re-stock, that mean mo’ checks
oh yes !
diamond in the rough, handlin’ the pressure
vibin’ in the cut..
gettin’ to the bag, gettin’ to the chicken
always on the gus

– chorus

– verse 2 (kris kasanova)

i ain’t gon lie to ya
i lost a lot of love for a lot of ya
lately, i’m feelin’ unstoppable
ducking these opps, i’m running through obstacles
oh yeah, i made it a profit though!
turned learn something
now we earn something
yeah, but that was just logical
i do what i gotta do, i made it all possible
been had the vision, i been put the city on
the block in submission
they hoping i’m slipping
i been put my n-gg-s, we all in position
and i ain’t been asking for much
me, i’m just runnin it up, you coming or what?
you n-gg-s playing too much
i get to the bag, you know its never enough
yall n-gg-s really on dust, really be stuck
me, i’m just running em up
i need a mil’ in the tuck
we used to be down, now we just living it up
god as my witness
have em beg for forgiveness
why you think i keep my distance?
get the bag & mind my business

– chorus

-verse 3 (cash sinatra, chopped & screwed)

if it’s to the bag i got time today
for the green, i’ll accommodate
bad vibes i can’t tolerate
positivity help me operate
don’t approach me with the bullsh-t
all my hitters in the bullpen
g would hit you with a full clip
got us makin’ movies over bullsh-t
mo’ raps, mo’ toe-tags
like ludacris brought the fro back
flows mean, need lo-jack
spit i hit you where the souls at
king sh-t, we bringing gold back
pumpin’ music like i sold crack..
i ain’t never sold that… nah, i ain’t never sold that

- cash sinatra lyrics

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