[Hook 1: Goth Lad]
I’m on my way
I’m on my way
I’m on my way
Yah im on my way
Drink with no chase
Phone to my face
Sack on the way
Yah sack on the way

[Verse 1: Ultimatum]
Yeah O.M.W
My haters hear this joint, they'll be getting so uncomfortable
Oh Morena Jeso what a time
Man I'm feeling like it's summer time
Everyday is another line
Always working on that overtime, then I drive you crazy till you overdrive
Young cold N***a, mouth full of gold teeth
My flow is ice cold n***a, yeah fuck they know me
I'm from Africa the south, yeah that way
I make your girl make wishes outta airplanes
Yeah I drove her real crazy on the first date
Just show these ladies justa couple of Dollars
Show these ladies a couple of Rands
They gone love you like you Tupperware
You gon see em in their underwear
If your bullshit ain't a paycheck
Then its prolly gon get a rain check
Shawty saz I'll make a great dad
In the future I'll arrange that, yeah in the future I'll arrange that
Fuck it i'm on the come-up
I'm running the game like a runner
I want the money man
Straight to the morning man
Six in the morning, n***a you know it
Ty got the weed and you know that we rollin
(picture me rollin)
Coz up is the only way that we be going
(Coz!)

[Hook 2: Goth Lad]
I’m on my way
I’m on my way
I’m on my way
Yah im on my way
Phone to my face
Sack on the way
Yeah it's on the way
Yah it's on the way

[Verse 2: Goth Lad]
I'm on way like omw
Tryna flex in a BMW
Thick chick wit me sorta BBW
Somebody gotta starve & we eat in front of you
I'm on top u lackin, see me steez in front of you
Feelin like I'm playboi carti
Feelin on a barbie
Yuh and she love poppin them barbies
Feelin like I'm Ken more fire than shoruyuken
Didn't want her but I got her friend
Young n***a is destined to win
Aye, I can't fuckin take L's
I got all dubs on the truck when I got my L's
Then them hoes wanted to fuck but I had a bitch
Now more hoes wanna fuck cuz my windows tint
Aye , yuh Ltz on the service drive
I had less hoes before I even learned to drive
Now they all inside just to stunt for the Snapchat
I ain't fuckin wit no ratchet hoe unless her ass fat

[Hook 3: Goth Lad]
I'm on my way
I'm on my way
Drink with no chase
Yah i'm on my way
Phone to my face
Sack on the way
It's on the way
Yah it's on the way
I’m on my way
I’m on my way
I’m on my way
Yah im on my way
Drink with no chase
Sack on the way
Phone to my face
Yah i'm on the way

[Verse 3: Stefan Goreé]
She asked me where I’m at and I told her I’m on my way
I’m looking at the top, you know that I am on my way
Money on my mind, and that is every single day
Don’t come with that chit chat, please get out my face
First off, never be tripping
My money blue like it stay cripping
Ice on me, I stay dripping
All black I like dark women
Hungry man I’m getting to the chicken
Real champ boy yeah I stay winning
Cats smiling but stay dissing
Hating me bet you still listen
Making racket, I should play tennis
Name in they mouth they should see a dentist
King since birth I should make the Guinness
If this a game you should know I win this
Hear the money call, I’m off to get it
If she ratchet then I never ever hit it
I earn what Im getting, now watch me spend it
Imma die a legend like I’m Johnny Lennon
Ayy, watch as I make all these moves, you other people you just lose
I need a billi or 2, I can never ever choose
No time to act friendly, cause friends they act silly
They really be faker than Milli Vanilli
Ya know imma make it, so why is ya hating
I’m on my way up it’s not too longer waiting, just saying

[Outro: Goth Lad (till fade out)]
I'm on my way
I'm on my way
Drink with no chase
Yah i'm on my way
Phone to my face
Sack on the way
It's on the way
Yah it's on the way