What I’m On lyrics

[Intro]
Pooh, you a fool for this one (Pooh, you a fool for this one)

[Chorus: B WIN]
You ain’t on what I’m on, get from ‘round me (The f*ck on)
I can’t afford to have poor-minded n*ggas in my posse
n*gga act like he the plug in accountin’ (n*gga ?)
You claim you got work, but you cappin’, you a Tommy
You ain’t on what I’m on, get from ‘round me (Get the f*ck on)
I can’t afford to have poor-minded n*ggas in my posse
n*gga act like he the plug in accountin’ (n*gga ?)
You claim you got work, but you cappin’, you a Tommy

[Verse 1: Payroll Giovanni]
You ain’t on what I’m on, boy, I’m grown, move along (f*ck on)
You the type to say some hot sh*t on the phone (Get off my phone)
I’m the type to leave the jeweler with some VS stones
The watch get blown, we bosses, boy, watch your tone (Yuh)
Keep a hustle, and your knot gon’ grow
Around them n*ggas, though, you not gon’ grow
He f*ck with enemies? He not your bro (Nah)
Watch your [?] when colors is shown
Had a spot down in Tennessee movin’ the strong (Yuh)
For years straight, hatin’ n*ggas – I’ve been provin’ ‘em wrong
Makin’ ‘em sick, laughin’ when they hate to a b*tch (Ha!)
I take a loss, then I’m breakin’ a brick down to kibbles and bits
You ain’t on what we on, then get away from the clique, n*gga
[Chorus: B WIN]
You ain’t on what I’m on, get from ‘round me (The f*ck on)
I can’t afford to have poor-minded n*ggas in my posse
n*gga act like he the plug in accountin’ (n*gga ?)
You claim you got work, but you cappin’, you a Tommy
You ain’t on what I’m on, get from ‘round me (Get the f*ck on)
I can’t afford to have poor-minded n*ggas in my posse
n*gga act like he the plug in accountin’ (n*gga ?)
You claim you got work, but you cappin’, you a Tommy

[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
You ain’t on what I’m on, I’m tryna touch a ticket
You got some Regg you tryna sell, n*gga, what’s the ticket?
This .308 big as f*ck, look like a tall midget
My grams so big, you can really play baseball with ‘em
We tryna take the country over, n*gga, y’all trippin’
Heard the opps in the club beat you, we gon’ fall in it
Fake ass Gucci belt, I wouldn’t even walk my dog with it
If it’s up, I’ma up the stick, I don’t call n*ggas
I’m on some sh*t right now, tryna stack a million cash
[?] from the GLOCK, and leave ‘em bald, that’s a Brazilian wax
n*ggas still tryna jump fresh, I’m in a different bag
I hate a old n*gga, always talkin’ ‘bout some sh*t he had

[Chorus: B WIN]
You ain’t on what I’m on, get from ‘round me (The f*ck on)
I can’t afford to have poor-minded n*ggas in my posse
n*gga act like he the plug in accountin’ (n*gga ?)
You claim you got work, but you cappin’, you a Tommy
You ain’t on what I’m on, get from ‘round me (Get the f*ck on)
I can’t afford to have poor-minded n*ggas in my posse
n*gga act like he the plug in accountin’ (n*gga ?)
You claim you got work, but you cappin’, you a Tommy