Listen to On G's (feat. Young Roddy & Trademark da Skydiver) by Curren$y

On G's (feat. Young Roddy & Trademark da Skydiver)

Curren$y

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Curren$y

Vocals

Trademark

Vocals

Young Roddy

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

A. Washington

Songwriter

D. Harleaux

Songwriter

J. Fitch

Songwriter

R. Brisco

Songwriter

S. Franklin

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Curren$y

Executive Producer

Sean McCoy

Engineer

Mousa Hamdan

Executive Producer

Monsta Beatz

Producer

Tal Miller

Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

On G's

**** ain't fucking with my team

At all

Fall back dog

If it ain't about no loot we can't get at y'all

On G's

**** ain't fucking with my team

At all

Fall back y'all

If it ain't about no cheese I can't get at y'all

[Verse 2]

At ease

As I move with my jet set

Feeling the breeze

I'm in your ear like a death threat

Got you wondering if I played my best

Hand yet, you ain't seen nuttin'

I'm in your house like plumbin'

In and out of your woman

And I'm up gettin' high

'Cause my crew up and comin'

Different chapters in my establishment

Posted up where it's cold

Refrigerator magnets

Then it's back to the N-O

Lab life, stacking rapper chips

Rhyme a few bars to buy my homies some cars

Then I say a few poems

And buy my moms a new home

Spitter Kush king

Bong next to my throne

Scribble in my notepad

'Bout my city's wrongs

And I tried to make it right

Through these songs

It's **** tryin' to make it through the night

Let alone make a million

Get it on my ****

And show off when you get it

[Verse 3]

On G's

**** ain't fucking with my team

At all

Fall back dog

If it ain't about no loot we can't get at y'all

On G's

**** ain't fucking with my team

At all

Fall back y'all

If it ain't about no cheese I can't get at y'all

[Verse 4]

And on the set

Shit get live

It's all action

But where I'm from, shit get real

It's no acting

In the 12th grade

With twenty grand in my khakis

Life under the scope

Them bitches keep lookin' at me

But picture living

Where these **** don't fear a thing

This wicked world got a **** numb

Free from pain

And all that dirt I did

I still remain with no stain

So I twist it, smoke it by myself

Clear my brain

Them sober nights drove a **** damn near insane

I saw it all but never will I tell a thing

Can't think of one thing to lose

And 'bout a million things to gain

So I charge this to the game

But soon as I got my change

They say I changed mane

They told me state my name

I'm Roddy from the planes mane

These are familiar faces

Lookin' at me strange mane

But I'm no lame

These **** know what I claim

I keep it trill to the day

I put that shit there on the Jets

[Verse 5]

On G's

**** ain't fucking with my team

At all

Fall back dog

If it ain't about no loot we can't get at y'all

On G's

**** ain't fucking with my team

At all

Fall back y'all

If it ain't about no cheese I can't get at y'all

[Verse 6]

Through the lights cameras and flashes

Bones snapping and action

I'm focused on this paper

Money transactions

Is what I'm after player

Was taught as young'n

To move smart and get my weight up

Federal reserves papers by the layers

And weed by the acres

Bitches by the dozen

Just watch me come up from nothing hater

Greater things await for those who remain patient

Yeah that's real talk

Matter fact a true statement

But still I grind

'Cause in the end I want more than anythan'

Smoking kush tryna ease them thoughts with the vapors

But my mind stuck on getting big faces

Racing toward the guap

These **** still chasing

Running in place tryna catch up with they replacements

Made it to the majors

Live from the basement

Straight to the rooftop with spacious living spaces

With cases of the Clicquot

Trees in different flavors

Running the game the OG's gave us

[Verse 7]

On G's

**** ain't fucking with my team

At all

Fall back dog

If it ain't about no loot we can't get at y'all

On G's

**** ain't fucking with my team

At all

Fall back y'all

If it ain't about no cheese I can't get at y'all

Written by: A. Washington, D. Harleaux, J. Fitch, R. Brisco, S. Franklin

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