On My Lap lyrics

[Intro]
"Go to the, I don't give a f*ck if you gotta pick up your kids! Go to the f*cking Wendy's dude!"

[Verse 1: OfficialBFree]
Aye, look I ain't tryna waste time
I be with the hoe's that's giving FaceTime
I know she know imma dog on my K-9
I heard them talking bout' the boy through the grape vine
She looking at me like she wanna f*ck, I know that
Her ass fat I'm like, "Come here and let me hold that."
Kodak, throwback, know that no man ever showed that they can f*ck with golden, boy I got the potion, leave her pus*y soaking
Marc told me, I'm getting it
I'm getting money, we getting lit
I'm too legit
Like MC Hammer
She dancing on me
I f*cked her after
Oh man, imma young rich n*gga
Gold chains, gold grill, go figure
I'm fly as hell, my n*ggas is fly as well
My girl she in all Chanel
I did it without your help screaming
"STOP HATING! pus*y BOY STOP HATING!"
And to all the booking agents at my shows tryna book me
I can't do it if you n*ggas not paying
I ain't got the time nor the patience
sh*t, my momma got bills too
Ain't sh*t free around here
Unless you ass tryna come through
Tell lil momma come and buss it for me
I've been outta town a n*gga busy performing and balancing my account like the sh*t was really important
I told her that, "I'm the boy with the lifestyle."
But the boy become the man when the lights down
Oh your friends bad too, they need a flight out
And we can do whatever, whenever the lights down
Real sh*t