We On (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
Yo, it’s Thugger
BDM, Ape Gang, Garci
Let’s get it!

[Hook: Garci]
Money all I know, all I know is I’ma get rich
We stackin’ all this paper, ain’t got no time for these haters
See her after my show, I’m probably gon’ roll out with your b*tch
We don’t owe you n*ggas no favors, we ball hard like D. Waiters
Ay n*gga we on, ay my n*gga we on, ay n*gga we on
n*gga we on, all my n*ggas we on, ay n*gga we on
n*gga we on, look my n*gga we on, ay n*gga we on
f*ck your couches, n*gga we on, ay my n*gga my n*gga we on

[Verse 1: Garci]
Ay n*gga we on
Look at that sh*t we doin’
We came a long way, we made it
Double E Hill with my n*gga Meek Mill
b*tches throwing me the pus*y like a young n*gga famous
Same mu’f*ckers used to claim that they love me
Be the same jealous mu’f*ckers sitting back hatin’
Mmm-mmm-mmm, real n*ggas relating
Don’t blow my high, mu’f*cker I’m faded
Ay n*gga I’m faded, yeah I’m faded
Percs and lean got a young n*gga leaning
Everything I say just know that I mean it
I’m really out here, I be serving Serena
Pull up in your city like n*gga you see us
Pull off in the block like skkrt in the Beamer
Riding through these streets in the whip so dirty
Know that whip so dirty still that b*tch be the cleanest
b*tch f*ck you, meet us
All this fur I got on, somebody call PETA
In a brand new two seater with two divas
Just spent two thousand dollars just on my sneakers
And you haters y’all can keep hating but y’all can’t reach us
n*gga we on
[Hook: Garci]
Money all I know, all I know is I’ma get rich
We stackin’ all this paper, ain’t got no time for these haters
See her after my show, I’m probably gon’ roll out with your b*tch
We don’t owe you n*ggas no favors, we ball hard like D. Waiters
Ay n*gga we on, ay my n*gga we on, ay n*gga we on
n*gga we on, all my n*ggas we on, ay n*gga we on
n*gga we on, look my n*gga we on, ay n*gga we on
f*ck your couches, n*gga we on, ay my n*gga my n*gga we on

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Walk out a n*gga's b*tch spot like money's all I know
Turn around, drop it down, and give it to my bro
Willy got ones, the stripper bankroll gon' grow like Pinocchio nose
In a condo in New York with a mink on like a n*gga sellin' that dope
New coupe, drop the roof, hoop, oh
Damn, stoned, uncle shoot, what up bro?
n*gga got hoes on deck, seven [?] on deck
Put the di*k in her with a wrestling move
Pick her up then drop her on the neck
Ooh, here it comes, I hope you can catch
If you can’t catch, doesn’t mean let it fall
If you do b*tch I hope you can fetch
God damn, woah woah, n*gga money went up, ketch’ (ketchup)
I hope you get that ‘cause I don’t because
[Hook: Garci]
Money all I know, all I know is I’ma get rich
We stackin’ all this paper, ain’t got no time for these haters
See her after my show, I’m probably gon’ roll out with your b*tch
We don’t owe you n*ggas no favors, we ball hard like D. Waiters
Ay n*gga we on, ay my n*gga we on, ay n*gga we on
n*gga we on, all my n*ggas we on, ay n*gga we on
n*gga we on, look my n*gga we on, ay n*gga we on
f*ck your couches, n*gga we on, ay my n*gga my n*gga we on