I’m On Lyrics by Anderson .Paak & Cordae
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We had to heighten the profile
Now we out of they reach
Santorini at the boathouse
And she wanna stay in the suite
I’m Burna Boy kicking hoes out
Bitch, you ain’t getting no sleep
If I don’t work, I don’t eat
Give me a moment to (Ah)
I’m on, I’m on, I’m on (Ayy, shh)
I’m on, I’m on, I’m on, I’m on (Bitch)
Well, I’m on, I’m on, I’m on, I’m on (Ayy, ah)
I’m on, I’m on, I’m on, I’m on, I’m on (Ayy, ah, on)
Double my salary figures
I gotta handle my business, I’m raising the stakes
Changing my address on niggas
Coppin’ the land with some good tax breaks (On)
I keep a handful of bitches ’cause I got abandonment issues
Life is a bitch, all in my grips
Digging, I’m digging, I’m digging, I’m all in her shit
Nah, don’t get the kittens involved, pussies be pissing me off
I am a dog, I put the fear in your heart
Niggas be shitting they drawls, shit that we on
History repeating, it’s the type of energy
That violates your speakers, vivid imagery, your eyes never seen ’em
Flying on the beat, I’m high above the ethers (Huh)
Nas on Ether, fireball heater, fast forward on the asphalt (Woo)
Smell the gas from the GT3, I gotta give ’em what they asked for (Woo)
Middle finger to the task force (Woo), mask off to the last song (Woo)
Give me space like NASA (Woo), going up like a tampon (Woo)
Double my salary figures, doubling down on you niggas, you heard what I said
You should bow down to me, nigga, and fall to your feet ’cause you weak and you don’t understand
I put a foot in your ass, I’m down to put up the cash to get my advance
Holding my stance, nobody, nobody holding me back, facts
We had to heighten the profile
Now we out of they reach
Santorini at the boathouse
And she wanna stay in the suite
I’m Burna Boy kicking hoes out
Bitch, you ain’t getting no sleep
If I don’t work, I don’t eat
Give me a moment to (Ah)
I’m on, I’m on, I’m on (Ayy, shh)
I’m on, I’m on, I’m on, I’m on (Bitch)
Well, I’m on, I’m on, I’m on, I’m on (Ayy, ah)
I’m on, I’m on, I’m on, I’m on, I’m on (Ayy, ah, on)
Ayy, double my salary figures
I’m on they ass like calories, nigga (Let’s go)
When this shit drop, watch the value get bigger (Huh?)
In Costa with Jack and I’m styling with Jigga (Woo, woo)
Might Bali my villa, my shoes is Italian leather
Shit, I’m a young gallant fella (Huh?)
My closet is drowned in Margiela
We in Saint Lucia, she say, “So astounding, the weather”
I’m God’s strongest soldier
So He bless me with agriculture, how I’m countin’ this cheddar
She on the coco like Donovan
Major like Jonathan, shit, but I found my Coretta
They say, “Lil Dae Dae, you glowing
Like how you be growing?” The people surrounding me better
Hard getting over your ex? Start getting them checks
So then, you bound to forget her
My new bitch bald like the Dalai Lama
But I give her good wood like I’m Hashirama
All my nigga be stacking and counting commas
But don’t get it confused, we still with the drama
Spanish bitch put my dick in her empanada
And my Amex the same color as Obama
Up eighty-five bricks like I’m Chad Johnson
Then give it away, keep a good conscience (Woo, woo, woo)
I’m back on that bullshit again
I ain’t foolin’ with them, my life full of events (No pain)
I don’t gotta deal with this shit
I’m as real as it gets, so I hate when they play on my name
My daughter ain’t basic, got Cartier bracelets
But that was a gift from her, Goddad Lil Wayne
And a nigga been rich since like 2018
So I’m thinking it’s time I go cop me a chain
We had to heighten the profile
Now we out of they reach
Santorini at the boathouse
And she wanna stay in the suite
I’m Burna Boy kicking hoes out
Bitch, you ain’t getting no sleep
If I don’t work, I don’t eat
Give me a moment to (Ah)
I’m on, I’m on, I’m on (Ayy, shh)
I’m on, I’m on, I’m on, I’m on (Bitch)
Well, I’m on, I’m on, I’m on, I’m on (Ayy, ah)
I’m on, I’m on, I’m on, I’m on, I’m on (Ayy, ah, on)
