Kayron - WHAT U ON Lyrics

I bring money to the table, Rick Owens pants not pandabuy, go check the label
That lil bitch is stuck, she wanna f*ck me for a favor
I do mathematics, need no money from a label
Keep a semi-automatic if you wanna meet your Maker
Big smoke, Rastafari, but I'm not Jamaican
I ain't did this shit for a minute
I ain't did this shit in a while
I was digging that bitch for a minute
But I remember I ain't got no time
Left to right, left to right, I see foggy all the time
Keep on going, keep on going, maybe in another life
I'll know why, people keep on living in the same disguise,
Compromise, something in your life, gotta make it right
I wanna know, I wanna know what you on
I wanna know, I wanna know what you on
I wanna know, I wanna know what you on
I wanna know, I wanna know what you on
I bring money to the table, Rick Owens pants not pandabuy, go check the label
That lil bitch is stuck, she wanna f*ck me for a favor
I do mathematics, need no money from a label
Keep a semi-automatic if you wanna meet your Maker
Big smoke, Rastafari, but I'm not Jamaican
I get money, I get money, I get money with the gang
We get money, we get money, but that's not the only thing
When she put that thing all on my face
I be like, damn, she got her ways
I was looking for you, I was wondering too
The way she make it move, got me feeling so, ooh
Ooh, smoking hella booth
If I gave you my heart, is you gonna lose it
She don't wear Ed Hardy, it's Givenchy on her Boots
Your bitch gon' pop her pussy for a thousand up on boosie's
Live, this shit really mine
I don't wanna waste it, I won't get another time
This Shit just a ride
I'm in the front seat, matter of fact, bitch, I'm driving
Double cup in my hand, yes, yes, yes, I'm hella high, man