On the Way

- CHORUS

Yeah, I get a lot of love
But I feel a lot of hate
They been scheming on my grub
They beeen scheming on my plate

Mind ya business
To the bag
Get the bag
I'm on the way (2X)

- VERSE 1 (Cash Sinatra)

All these seeds Imma pollinate
Catch a money type of vibe today
My Genes mean got my momma face
Ladies call me when they ovulate
All of these women yeah they love me
I was only thinkin' money
Chandon feelin' lovely
Get em Mo-Wet with the bubbly
No stress, just bow-flex
Catch mad flows like a Kotex
Walk in & we broke necks
It ain't right if it's no checks
Do the most sets & the reps
Better hang it up get ya coat checked
Askin' me if I'm "Hip Hop" !?
I'm a Prodigy, brother Mos' Def !
Oh Yes !
Got that high grade, don't need no test
This shit is loud like a protest
Nike re-stock, that mean mo' checks
OH YES !
Diamond in the rough, handlin' the pressure
Vibin' in the cut..
Gettin' to the bag, gettin' to the chicken
Always on the gus

- CHORUS

- VERSE 2 (Kris Kasanova)

I ain't gon lie to ya
I lost a lot of love for a lot of ya
Lately, I'm feelin' unstoppable
Ducking these opps, I'm running through obstacles
Oh yeah, I made it a profit though!
Turned learn something
Now we earn something
Yeah, but that was just logical
I do what I gotta do, I made it all possible
Been had the vision, I been put the city on
The block in submission
They hoping I'm slipping
I been put my niggas, we all in position
And I ain't been asking for much
Me, I'm just runnin it up, you coming or what?
You niggas playing too much
I get to the bag, you know its never enough
Yall niggas really on dust, really be stuck
Me, I'm just running em up
I need a Mil' in the tuck
We used to be down, now we just living it up
God as my witness
Have em beg for forgiveness
Why you think I keep my distance?
Get the bag & mind my business

- CHORUS

-VERSE 3 (Cash Sinatra, Chopped & Screwed)

If it's to the bag I got time today
For the green, I'll accommodate
Bad vibes I can't tolerate
Positivity help me operate
Don't approach me with the bullshit
All my hitters in the bullpen
G would hit you with a full clip
Got us makin' movies over bullshit
Mo' raps, mo' toe-tags
Like Ludacris brought the Fro back
Flows mean, need lo-jack
Spit I hit you where the souls at
King shit, we bringing gold back
Pumpin' music like I sold crack..
I ain't never sold that... nah, I ain't never sold that