London on da Track
Get Money / My Type REMIX
[Intro]
The Storm Is Coming

[Verse 1]
When I come around, goosebumps on that b
If the target ain't around, we switchin' plan b
Gotta follow them, I'm turning into the ghost mode
They betta watch themselfs, what terrible dress code
Mine are red barz, no grey bars
Imma get money, if not shot shots!
Money fucks power, money fucks loyalty
That's my motto, my philosophy
Everybody doing frauds
Pretending to be fucking royalty
You a knock off, you a knock off
You a snitch and a drop off
Can't you see the streets got already lead
By the same betrayers that you plead
There's just me and myself, there's no one between
I'm a gemini, two sides, I have a motherfucking twin
Y'all betta stay calm with the heat
Or he boutta blow up your being
When I come up I don't say on gang
I spit fire on this fucking beat
Got me walking thru the street
Neat on the fucking ground
Why should I listen to ya or ya song
I ain't soundhound
For them fuckers I got zero pity, lost em 50 pounds
Aye, I don't need no supervision
People like you need, no permission
Aye, got these bitches on lock
They're my dogs, they follow me like a flock
I want a crazy night, I'm flying to bangkok
I want somebody special, I want a dime
Like katy you just wanna see the peacock
Taste and lick, what's the flavor this time
All I see is money falling down the sky
I'm all about the earning, no tax crime
You win and you lose, it's good that you try
If it's business with me, you gotta be legit
[Verse 2]
Bad bitches in the city
That's my type, call saweetie
Going dumb, I'm with it
Driving in riches, feeling shitty
Fresh cut, clean fit, fresh me, nothing new
Loyal when i gotta be, I only ride with my crew
You can't get to my level if you try harder too
Without a fat wallet you can't get any further boo
This is the real life, this no lights camera action
I'm waiting for my time, doin' everyday a gig
I come snatch your hoe, head snatched no wig
If I'm starring in your show, I'm the main attraction
(Attraction, attraction)
Attraction