I'm on It (feat. Nipsey Hussle, Wiz Khalifa & Big Sean)

Yes, Nip

Montana

Wiz

Uh

Roll up a blunt, I got what you need

Bitches, they love it, bitches, they love it, ha

Roll up the weed, everything's on the house fuckin' with me

And the money call, ****, I'm on it

****, I'm from the streets, bitches fuck and leave, ha

And, ****, I'm on it, ****, I'm on it

Got the proposition with no pot to piss in

We the hardest out, it ain't no competition

And I be's the jungle fever

Get the hard chiba lower than a dark caesar

Unbeatable, unbelievable and the drug dealers love me

Told me I ain't need the blow

Here's a half a brick, ****, you don't need to show

But I took it easy like I don't see the toll

Jewelry three below, **** get pita rolled

Tunnel vision on that money, I don't see a ho

I'm 'bout the chops, that shotty spark

Blew off a body part, ho

Roll up a blunt, I got what you need

Bitches, they love it, bitches, they love it, ha

Roll up the weed, everything's on the house fuckin' with me

And the money call, ****, I'm on it

****, I'm from the streets, bitches fuck and leave, ha

And, ****, I'm on it, ****, I'm on it

Yeah, uh, first **** to put it down

Rep the city the way I do it

Got these **** rollin' they drugs, bitches with they hand out

But we don't feed 'em nothing but champagne and zigzag stuffers

Takin' pictures with my campaign, stuntin'

****, I ain't showin' off, them **** tuck they wings

I'm the flyest in my course, high as fuck at the game

Sittin' court side with my bad bitch and she roll up, too

Just a couple names you should fear

Nowhere near tired, but had a good year

If bitches still choosin' **** hatin' on me

If you ain't talkin' paper, that's another story

Roll up a blunt, I got what you need

Bitches, they love it, bitches, they love it, ha

Roll up the weed, everything's on the house fuckin' with me

And the money call, ****, I'm on it

****, I'm from the streets, bitches fuck and leave, ha

And, ****, I'm on it, ****, I'm on it

Yeah, Hussle, listen, look, see, I'm the type of **** they know not to push

Plus I got them type of choppas leave Osama shook

Real crook, you would think I was some type of Bush

Those bitches open their legs, so I octopus

It's all money in, but that's just common sense

I wish that y'all could see these checks I be depositin'

We drives in, bitch rides in

Bitch times ten, like fuck who I offend

We just do us, you just copy them

Two X's, one L, we the top ten

And I ain't never been too big 'bout what the critics say

Unless the critics say that type of shit that get me baked, Hussle

Roll up a blunt, I got what you need

Bitches, they love it, bitches, they love it, ha

Roll up the weed, everything's on the house fuckin' with me

And the money call, ****, I'm on it

****, I'm from the streets, bitches fuck and leave, ha

And, ****, I'm on it, ****, I'm on it

I just, I just, I just, I just want the money and the power

And I get 'em both ten thousand miles an hour

That's why your girl would leave with me, but you will not allow her

Fuck your lil' section, bitch, I want the entire

My **** Wiz roll up like we cripple, respect

Man, I bet you call me big when I'm little

And she gon' call me big when she wiggle

Me and two hoes, and I'm just chillin' in the middle

Bitch, your whole life is fictional

Your bitch want play doctor on my dick, she want my physical

Smokin' medical marijuana, my shit's medicinal

I love it, love it, love it, bitch, I love it unconditional, boy

Roll up a blunt, I got what you need

Bitches, they love it, bitches, they love it, ha

Roll up the weed, everything's on the house fuckin' with me

And the money call, ****, I'm on it

****, I'm from the streets, bitches fuck and leave, ha

And, ****, I'm on it, ****, I'm on it