On The Edge lyrics
(Chorus)
One day I’mma get my money right I’mma buy foreign cars, I’mma see if they could fly yea I’m a better of universe I I’mma beam on these bitches like the Star Trek guy yea This time I’m standin on the e ey ey ey edge My dreams are hanging for a gray ey e yea What goes up must come down It’s such a lonely road Deep and over, dreamin up ahead (Verse) New coupe, no roof, I keep a hundred proof Clockin dollars ever since I move that product from the stoo Oh Lord hustle hard, we ballin cross the bull Instead of handcuffs on our wrists we rockin Audemars Blue dream, my team on That joke club my lean on That high life my sing on That spotlight we deep up Let chick, right coupe Homey I’m living proof I out a dollar and dream on a 62 Money on my mind and my team on that grind I done came up from ground up, my life on that line Yea sports cars athletic, kill em and get a medic Prada, Gucci, fetish moving money – telekinetic High chick in my whip globe Diamonds on that scratch cobe Real life, we puff oh Jesus piece, that Rolls gold On the edge we livin, supercharged my engine Ballin out we get it Countin up these digits (Chorus) One day I’mma get my money right I’mma buy foreign cars, I’mma see if they could fly yea I’m a better of universe I I’mma beam on these bitches like the Star Trek guy yea This time I’m standin on the e ey ey ey edge My dreams are hanging for a gray ey e yea What goes up must come down It’s such a lonely road Deep and over, dreamin up ahead (Verse) Pull that tap in my pockets True religion all in my closet What yall talkin bout we got it Poppin gold champagne bottles I’m on the edge, my team on A million racks I dream for No spot like C4 A hundred stacks but I need more I need Lambos, fresh clothes Bad bitch, kush rolled Benzel on my top back Chain on and my snap back Yall lie, these numbers roll Hustle hard and I’m far from broke Hold it down to my cash man Yall lookin like last year High life, nightlife My chain on when the time’s right Jewels on me like crushed ice I’m sippin on Ciroc and Sprite Know me, Kove Movin time, we’ve something to see Ace of Spade of Don P I’m Prada Gucci, my army Hustling til I’m 90 right Haters mad, my shorty fly Killin em, that’s homicide Loud top but that volume high White bands that cocaine Red bottles that Rose Swerving in, I’m profane My chick high, she propane (Chorus) One day I’mma get my money right I’mma buy foreign cars, I’mma see if they could fly yea I’m a better of universe I I’mma beam on these bitches like the Star Trek guy yea This time I’m standin on the e ey ey ey edge My dreams are hanging for a gray ey e yea What goes up must come down It’s such a lonely road Deep and over, dreamin up ahead When I think about the money, all the money I can have Think about the money, all this money in my head Think about the money, all these stacks up in my pants Think about the money, all the money I can have I’m dreamin, dreamin I just wanna make me a mill Yea, I’m dreamin, dreamin Dream so hard I just can’t be still
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