Jequcory Davis - I'm On My Way (feat. Dave Hill) Lyrics

I need to be in Santorini, Greece or in Rome doing what Romans do
Baby told me never take off my ice, they thinking they cold as you
Load every beat you got in that app and get in the vocal booth
So soon as I get back home, she get to throating you

That's my type of bitch
If it's smoke, I'm the one who let the lighter flick
Said I'm having, now I have it, that's that psychic shit
If you had it yesterday, you should've copped, you know how prices get

Inflation
Little nigga pumped up, get him inflated
Everything on auto pay, I don't miss payments
God forgives and I don't get it mistaken

Like f*ck karma, I'm impatient
T-top money down at Belle Isle, with a P of something sticky, trying to sell out when she don't
Want me to leave
She give me head before I head out

The way the bitch was tripping, you thought I stuck a leg out
Girl, stop asking if I'm on my way
I already told you I was on my way
You know sometimes shit just flow my way

I can't be picking up the phone all day
Why every time some shit don't go your way
Making posts like it don't go both ways
Stop playing roles unless you want role play

Cause if you do, you know we both gon' play
And she could be mad at the world, I never love her like my dough
Go get them phones and come running out that store
Shit in your head, but this money on the floor

Count up that bread and start running up some more
All money in, I can't do a reversible
Playing in that water like you ain't see that submersible
From the west side, but they know me over on Kercheval

The streets ain't did you right, you should probably see what a church a do
Holy Quran, I don't f*ck with the pigs
Falling in love, it feel too much like trusting again
Big step, ballroom, I'm on the hustle again

Pray, me and the Lord don't have a run in again
Baby boy, it's a world full of buyers and sellers
Look at my watch and see what time trying to tell us
It's when you this, fly

You can't hide the propellers
Place a dime in my account, they call it Pettes
Bitch, you need personal account and shit
Validated stocks and shit

Thumbing through the thousands, I might drop them if it's counterfeit
Overseas accounts can make a dollar seem anonymous
Them other niggas broke, I swear to God that we the opposite
Gotta keep it two-peat, that's a couple joysticks

Uncy told me money talk, but he never voiced it
Left his throat but had cake, like I grabbed a Hostess
Bitch, keep calling on my phone, know that she don't want shit
Girl, stop asking if I'm on my way

I already told you I was on my way
You know sometimes shit just flow my way
I can't be picking up the phone all day
Why every time some shit don't go your way

Making posts like it don't go both ways
Stop playing roles unless you want role play
Cause if you do, you know we both gon' play
And she could be mad at the world, I never love her like my dog

Go get them phones and come running out that stuff
Shit in your head, but this money on the floor
Count up that bread and start running up some more
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