On You (feat. Ban T) Video (MV)

Ya yaaa yea
Yea yea yea yea you know what it is
Yea Its Golden Boy BanT
Yea

I could drop a cheque on you
A bank cheque Nike check its all on you you you
Gucci nightdress for you
F*ck around n put this AP on you on you
Cut off all these bitches for you
In her own lane stand tall bamboo ouuu
Aint no nothing she cannot do
Shawty so bad head game shampoo thats true
Yea its BanT I aint playing witchu
I thought I told these niggas I don't need no validation
Been cutting up these cheques like an operation
When me and Linx meet its a celebration what up homie
Im far from the bullshit, Im isolated
If it aint about my music then I'm not relating
The pictures getting clearer like its illustrated
When you hear the triple yea you know its a straight hit ya ya yaa

Shawty got bags on the low that one
Shawty pop tags yea you know that one
Order dont check thats a no that one
Get it but you cant get enough that one
All these other bitches dont know that one
Anything you need, hit me up that one
All in on the checking account dat my wun

Whats that WNDR said
Banyana ba di champas, they don't love us
They just see the Vaarbz bro
See how wide their eyes go when we up in the Dust store
But I could put this cheque on you
Chain off my chest watch me put it on you
Baby I could flex on you
Hickie on your neck what the heck you gon do
For the Dust Vaarbz all my mamies finta plus size
That mean bigger hips
Bigger lips
Bigger hoop earrings, you know I like gold things
The card don't know that its black so
Everything you want I could put it on your back yo
She say she got city fever
N if i need her wanna keep her
I should bring my VISA
Swipe swipe swipe kea di latlha
Keep a presidential face in dipata
Want a roll up man who what Spend zaka
It's clear to see now ba nthata
Tell it like it is we the what what
Kings of the city King Kong uh
Came to the city and conquered
Diamonds under pressure we dust up
They want us for the bread so we crust up
Now that's tough love