On And On - DJ E-Feezy, Fat Joe

I do it BIG with shoulder staying low key firing lamborghini hoes beat joe lee

diamonds

God dwellers never role we do time better watch me puff havanas and wine sellers

Now who’s hotter private place from milan to battter while the dawg says shots

its the shottas napkins tucked over versace eating pasta baby hard bottoms and

bow ties

Duce threes and four fives hey niggas trying to jump man duce threes and four

fives hey niggas tryin to jump man and fleet of women getting sun tanned go

shot the same day left the hospital star shit racketeering and prostitutes hats

off to the dawg salute

Life life where do your money go is it up your nose or fancy clothes all around

the world it goes on and on and on

On and on and on and on one mans dream is a next man reality

Young capo flow fast like marcy olago sometimes i drive slow i find my mind

getting right on the block so every now and then i gotta let this Glock go pops

told me i am the macho

Pete put me in the spot now i got joe what am racing to the top for am seeing

faces i dont recognize niggas hating till they dead and i will not fall taking

vegas to the head and thinking about the bitches conversations with the feds

another john doe yellow tape on the block let his mom go we know that boy dead

in this world you ain’t never rich what he said in our world you can never

snitch he said befor ma big bro told me i was on i was living every day like it

was already gone

Huh the mclaren got no hand do one beef next week like more can do you broke am

rich opposite attract they grow with shit pah got rid of that beans on the nine

sick feens on the line sixteen big dreams on the line so i’m giving niggas like

me dont fight faith its not fair plus stay in your night gares bullets don’t

discriminate fuck whos right man do u turns and running red lights reserve the

black coastal on them ninja bikes take flights to new heights enjoy life K G

anna lee motto mamma is in the beemer running through the Bronx with a dog

called agina we on the move you called peter wish luck go where my nolo marry

gina