Remiah Rudolph - Till I'm On Lyrics

Hundred bunch of biddies coming on
I can't even f*ck until I'm on
Missing them nights when you was on Patron
Keep a couple of racks and now you
Bussin'
Bussin'
Bussin'
Bussin'

Whole lotta drip on me
Drip too much gotta walk on the sea
Back to the beat
Young nigga far from the east
I ain't never to far from police
Back to the priest
I ain't even talking bout a priest
Talking bout money talk on a feast
Talking bout we
Talking bout we need it on the streets
Gotta pray for my niggas on the street
Cuz they want me to slow down
I'm smoking slow now
I'm on patrol now
Cuzzo on parole now
Hear you back on the pole
Better stuck what you know now
Bad bitch getting mow down

Ok get it, I got it
Talking stacks caint fit in the wallet
Money back I'm getting deposits
Never lack consider ya options
Going round my city and stopping
All round I fit a marsh pit
I Ain't never gon tell u what I did

You are
Tell me what you looking for
Somebody tell me what you looking for

(Radio interview)

Say that she back with me
But she be back with me
She say go soft
But I am a athlete
Take me to fashion week
She know the recipe
Mix it up slow
And now you got chemistry
Drip when I walk through door
Counting this money while I take a smoke
Gimmie some racks and yeah I do a show
Cuz countin this money could never get old yeah

Hundred bunch of biddies coming on
Hundred bunch of biddies coming on
I can't even f*ck until I'm on
Missing them nights when you was on Patron
Keep a couple of racks and now you
Bussin'
Bussin'
Bussin'
Bussin'
Bussin'

Hundred bunch of biddies coming on
I can't even f*ck until I'm on
Missing them nights when you was on Patron
Keep a couple of racks and now you
Bussin'
Bussin'
Bussin'
Bussin'

Hundred bunch of biddies coming on
I can't even f*ck until I'm on
Missing them nights when you was on Patron
Keep a couple of racks and now you
Bussin'
Bussin'
Bussin'
Bussin'