Myles Preme - Its on You Lyrics

Money Ima spend it on you
(On you) (On you)
I just got some bands
Ima spend it on me
Ima spend it on you

Got this cash on me
Im gone spend it on you
But girl you gotta
Make the right moves
Baby baby
Keep me in the right moods
Keep me in the right groove
Got a couple hundreds
Ima spend it on you
Balenciaga, Lou Vuitton boots
Aye
And thats all you gone do
F*ck them hoes
Man them hoes aint in my group

I don't really care bout how they feeling
Came from the streets
They was never healing
Now Im on my ground
Crawling to millions
Nigga why you cappin'
Aint do no action
I don't like split up
Dont do no fraction
I just f*ck yo bitch
And get it from the back end
Okay
I ran a couple bands off the back end
Dont do it for the money
Do it for the passion
Why they finna try me
My niggas in the streets will have you dying
You a angel now you flying
I crossed em up
Cause I was Kyrie
Im good at trapping cause im silent
Creep through the night
I got my phone on silent
Everyday Im like the Clipse
Cause Im grinding
A nigga Rollie on timeless
Chanel feeling like Im cripping
All this double C
And now my bitch
Draped up in that double G
Remember back when I was broke
They wouldn't f*ck with me
Now I pull bitches
F*ck em once
Now they in love with me
You know Im out here
Gliding like a cruise ship
Lil baby gave me pussy
I abused it
I throw that money up
Like I aint want nothing do wit it
Y'all niggas talking
Dont know what to do wit it

Got a lil money
Ima spend it on you
Gotta make the right moves
Dont treat me like no number two
Shittin on these niggas
Yeah thats number two
Flexin bitch
Thats what the hunnids do (The money moves)
Dont tell no secrets
Girl I know yo lips loose
This Adderall and Cookie
Got emotions through the roof
I stay wit drugs
Cause I be all in a mood
Damn
A nigga be depressed
But now I got a couple checks
I never stress
And now these bitches
Always wanting nothing less
They always wanting mo'
But I can't even go
No they kicked out the door
Then I got even mo'
I know Im eating good
Eat that pie like à la Mode
Im feeling like the President
But I aint need yo vote
I took it to the south
Im chilling near the Alamo
I know why they be hating
Cause they know where Im gone go
Harder then you
Smarter than you
These bitches know
Im always never number two
Shitting on these niggas number two
Damn
Im the hottest in the room
Seven game series
I swept you
Where the broom?
Off two Percs
Now Im the highest in the room

You know I get that money
Then I spend it on you
But girl you gotta
Make the right moves
Girl you gotta
Make the right moves (Right moves)

Big cash
Flexing on these niggas
Like a six pack
Money on my mind
I need a big bag
I get all in these track
And then I rip that
You can't even have this shit back

Damn I did this shit so tragic
Feel like a rocket
Cause Im blasting
Jimmy Neutron nigga brain blasting
My niggas brain blasting for the cabbage

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