On My Soul lyrics

[Intro]
I be turned up to the max
Look Glock broke the thermostat
f*ck your b*tch and give her back
I take your sh*t won't give it back
Now I got money, money, money, money
b*tch we play for keeps
And Imma burn a n*gga like a swisher
If he think it's sweet

[Chorus]
You know I'ma get it b*tch until my casket close
I been chasing paper n*gga, you been chasing hoes
I tore my ACL, I ball too hard like Derrick Rose
I never love the b*tch more than the dough, that's on my soul

[Verse 1]
Got a Alaskan Mink Coat
I feel like a Eskimo
On that iceberg slim sh*t
You know I got all the hoes
Yeah my neck and wrist froze
You stay close, might catch a cold
These hundreds got my pockets swollen
Hustle till I can't no more, aye
You know I'm a baller
Keep my 9 like Iguodala
f*cking n*ggas daughters
I get more head then a collar
I'm Hakuna Matata
I got all these b*tch you watch
I be fresh to death
Like I just hopped up out a coffin
Styrofoam no coffee
I sip hi-tech not no qualy
Hood b*tch sound like cardi
She just want to f*cking party
I tossed her with the squad
I turned it to a sausage party
I got money on my noggin
And my finger on the rocket
[Chorus]
You know I'ma get it b*tch until my casket close
I been chasing paper n*gga, you been chasing hoes
I tore my acl, I ball too hard like Derrick Rose
I never love the b*tch more than the dough, that's on my soul

[Verse 2]
And I just broke a b*tch back
Slam dunk that hoe like shaq
On my Ray Lewis sh*t
I'm dancing when I get the sack
I be turned up to the max
Look Glock broke the thermostat
f*ck your b*tch and give her back
I take your sh*t won't give it back
Now I got money, money, money, money
b*tch we play for keeps
And Imma burn a n*gga like a swisher
If he think it's sweet
I got to pour me up some lean
Please cuz I'm a codeine feen
I'm wide awoke high as hell
But the b*tch thought I was sleep
I like my money neat n*gga like I like my freaks
I like my money neat n*gga like I like my freaks
When I'm riding in the G wagon
The doors off like a jeep
Just a high-class street n*gga
Still trapping out a suite
Glock!
[Chorus]
You know I'ma get it b*tch until my casket close
I been chasing paper n*gga, you been chasing hoes
I tore my acl, I ball too hard like Derrick Rose
I never love the b*tch more than the dough, that's on my soul

[Outro]
I never loved the b*tch more than the dough
That's on my soul
I never loved the b*tch more than the dough
That's on my soul
I never loved the b*tch more than the dough
That's on my soul
I never loved the b*tch more than the dough
That's on my soul

[Chorus]
You know I'ma get it b*tch until my casket close
I been chasing paper n*gga, you been chasing hoes
I tore my acl, I ball too hard like Derrick Rose
I never love the b*tch more than the dough, that's on my soul