Correction Lyrics ON ME by 10kDunkin

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Damn, damn
I’m leaning back in the coupe, it got two seats
Yeah, I’m leaning back
Aye, damn
Damn, ooh
Damn, damn
Yeah, damn, damn

Yeah, I’m leaning back in the coupe, it got two seats
I’m at the bank, 'cause that’s where I’m supposed to be (Ooh)
Designer my body, it’s on me
Two twin Glocks, and I got 'em both on me
I be hearing this and that, don’t believe it, gotta show me
He tried to finesse, but I ain’t going
He testing this sh*t like I ain’t knowing
f**k it, I guess I’m gon' have to show 'em
Yeah, I’m leaning back in the coupe, it got two seats
I’m at the bank, 'cause that’s where I’m supposed to be (Ooh)
Designer my body, it’s on me
Two twin Glocks, and I got 'em both on me

Two twin Glocks, and I got 'em both on me
The streets keep calling, make somebody answer my phone
My main b*t*h mad, said I’m never at home
I’m on the roadway, I'mma check 'til I’m on
10K and Tony, this what you been waiting on
My boys in New Jersey make plays out the Styrofoam
It’s a drought in my city, so I had to put the water on
I’m really finna shoot sky, put on my hood
Can’t come to my trap, you ain’t really no plug
I’m balling like Doc, got rich off the drugs
These broke n***as hating, we don’t give no f**ks
This a thousand dollar mud, so I’m crushing this cup
Fat Joe, grab the stick, and lean back
I’m addicted to the money, everyday I relapse
Grab the stick, and I rake leaves, where the leaves at
I could tell when the racks on the way, don’t need maps
I put food on the street, they blessed me with feedback
All I wanna do is re-up, I don’t wanna relax
If you looking for the dope, all you gotta do is ask
Hit 10 on Cash App, but all I do is use cash
She give me head slow, but she know I move fast
I got cash in the present, they keep talking 'bout the past
Paperwork like school, I’m the first one in the class
Tony always got the pack, I been running through the bags
My shooter don’t model, but he running with the mags
Break that boy up, no hip hop
I break a b*t*h down, like wrist lock
I move weight at the trap house
Done white, when she seen me shawty blacked out
You ain’t coming in unless you brought the cash out

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