On the Road

Young nigga out on the road
You know I’m grinding for dough
Balenciaga and Prada they be designing the clothes
Lil mama ride on it slow
Like when she grind on the pole
And it won’t stop
I’m on top
Everybody below
Trip after trip (I'm gone)
Zip after zip (I'm blown)
Grinding​ all week, picked up a freak
We in the whip (I own)
I like to sip (Patron)
She likes to strip (it's on)
Before you speak, show me a peek
Don’t want no lip (we grown)
I hit the road (fa shows)
I’m getting dough (fa sho)
Aye what’s the deal, it be Marc Will
Stay in G mode (ya know)
Let’s lock and load
It’s time to blow (uh oh)
This ain’t a drill, I mean for real
I might explode (drum roll)
This beez the countdown
Make a few Gs then countdown
While I stack up, never act up
Tryna ball hard, better sack up
Had to pack up, keep moving straight
Never lost sight, never losing faith
Til I’m proven great, Ima grind nigga
Only thing on my mind nigga
Love the way that she grind nigga
Money maker, could never mistake her
Work ethic
Twerk epic
Pants off then shirt second
She coming out that Prada until it’s nada
We came up from that Dada to Balenciaga
Young nigga out on the road
You know I’m grinding for dough
Balenciaga and Prada they be designing the clothes
Lil mama ride on it slow
Like when she grind on the pole
And it won’t stop
I’m on top
Everybody below
I’m on the road like a tourist in an RV
Or like I’m in a motorcycle club on the strip on my Harley
Been out here chasing bread like a nigga out here starving
Cause we addicted to green like we been smoking that Marley
This year I’m taking no shit like I’m dealing with constipation
Going for the prize no not the consolation
Open your eyes you see we’re stars check the constellation
No conversation
Unless its saying
Something about the funds we making
Andele
Yea we had to underlay it
That mean build a foundation
Cause ya know we started from the pavement
Now we flying high
And everyone who’s under hating
Sitting in the stop spot
And promise you no one can take it
But they still fight it like it’s Tekken 3
And don’t check for me
But you can send them checks to me
Like you tryna invest in me
It ain’t just a dream
And it’s ironic cause
I’m coming up
With insomnia
Cause I swear I never sleep
(Cause a nigga)
Young nigga out on the road
You know I’m grinding for dough
Balenciaga and Prada they be designing the clothes
Lil mama ride on it slow
Like when she grind on the pole
And it won’t stop
I’m on top
Everybody below