Budda Man & Filbeats - When I'm On Lyrics

I ain't ask nobody for shit
So When I'm on ain't nobody gettin shit
Been on my P's & Q's since a baby jit
I had to work my ass off to get these Benjamins
Feel like I ain't have nobody to call on when I needed shit
This how you stay consistent and run these black businesses
I bet they come around when I throw a hunnid onna wrist N
Bag comin soon I'ma manifestin it

Ima bloodhound I smell blues from a mile away
I don't need a producer for the for the first tape
I put ice on my jubilee ima Great Dane
Sumn like Caesar in this game ima big ape
Ain't shit sweet I'm waiting on my pay day
Stay focused young nigga and get this pape
This a money race and I'm in first place
Smokin gas this that wedding cake
Money on the backend I'm getting paid
To talk shit on beats and spit this pain
I been getting to a bag stayin out the way
We was broke coming up I had to make a way
The sun ain't out this a rainy day in the veg
God got me covered I'm smiling thru the pain
Momma tell me baby slow down you goin insane
Impossible intrusive thoughts runnin thru my brain
Real Nigga runnin thru my veins
Ima boss you a a worker stay in yo lane
I got power like the lights on call me cane
This a automatic watch but it's a plain Jane
Bag chasin I ain't chasin fame
Money is the mission it's parta the game
Cashed out a couple stacks on this Budda chain
Gettin to this cash I made my own lane
Shoot my shot from the 3 bet I hit I got crazy aim

(Hook)

I ain't ask nobody for shit
So when I'm on ain't nobody gettin shit
Been on my P's & Q's since a baby jit
Had to work my ass off to get these Benjamins
Feel like I ain't have nobody to call on when I needed shit
This how you stay consistent and run these black businesses
I bet they come around when I throw a hunnid onna wrist and shit
Bag comin soon I'ma manifestin it

(Verse 2)

I can't slow down I ain't done enough
Pocket full of blues and the blicky tucked
Maybach all black you can't sit with us
Fast cars, fast mode this a carbon clutch
This my own strain I'm smokin' Budda runts
City lights beautiful I'm trynna stack for some
They ain't gettin to no money they ain't rich as us
Invest in my business and double up
Accountant and lawyer fees cost me a honey bun
I just got off the plane touch down in my city
Business meeting with the governor like I'm on the committee
I'm makin Ms clearly
Got this shit out the mud and built my label legitimately
Hoppin off this G5 I'm in another city
Double cup of coffee this shit give me energy
Stackin blues like the Bible it's the sin in me
Sellin these tapes on the strip a hunnid each
Sirens in the background this a breach
Niggaz can't contact me I'm outta reach
Have my chaufer drive why I count it up in the back seat
Bumpin this Budda tape on repeat
Gettin to these blues consistently
25k budda jacket it's only one of these
But I

I ain't ask nobody for shit
So When I'm on ain't nobody gettin shit
Been on my ps & qs since a baby jit
I had to work my ass off to get these Benjamins
Feel like I ain't have nobody to call on when I needed shit
This how you stay consistent and run these black businesses
I bet they come around when I throw a hunnid onna wrist N
Bag comin soon I'ma manifest it