Young Thug - We On (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug] Yo, it's Thugger BDM, Ape Gang, Garci Let's get it! [Hook: Garci] Money all I know, all I know is I'ma get rich We stackin' all this paper, ain't got no time for these haters See her after my show, I'm probably gon' roll out with your b**h We don't owe you n***as no favors, we ball hard like D. Waiters Ay n***a we on, ay my n***a we on, ay n***a we on n***a we on, all my n***as we on, ay n***a we on n***a we on, look my n***a we on, ay n***a we on f** your couches, n***a we on, ay my n***a my n***a we on [Verse 1: Garci] Ay n***a we on Look at that sh** we doin' We came a long way, we made it Double E Hill with my n***a Meek Mill b**hes throwing me the p**y like a young n***a famous Same mu'f**ers used to claim that they love me Be the same jealous mu'f**ers sitting back hatin' Mmm-mmm-mmm, real n***as relating Don't blow my high, mu'f**er I'm faded Ay n***a I'm faded, yeah I'm faded Percs and lean got a young n***a leaning Everything I say just know that I mean it I'm really out here, I be serving Serena Pull up in your city like n***a you see us Pull off in the block like skkrt in the Beamer Riding through these streets in the whip so dirty Know that whip so dirty still that b**h be the cleanest b**h f** you, meet us All this fur I got on, somebody call PETA In a brand new two seater with two divas Just spent two thousand dollars just on my sneakers And you haters y'all can keep hating but y'all can't reach us n***a we on [Hook: Garci] Money all I know, all I know is I'ma get rich We stackin' all this paper, ain't got no time for these haters See her after my show, I'm probably gon' roll out with your b**h We don't owe you n***as no favors, we ball hard like D. Waiters Ay n***a we on, ay my n***a we on, ay n***a we on n***a we on, all my n***as we on, ay n***a we on n***a we on, look my n***a we on, ay n***a we on f** your couches, n***a we on, ay my n***a my n***a we on [Verse 2: Young Thug] Walk out a n***a's b**h spot like money's all I know Turn around, drop it down, and give it to my bro Willy got ones, the stripper bankroll gon' grow like Pinocchio nose In a condo in New York with a mink on like a n***a sellin' that dope New coupe, drop the roof, hoop, oh Damn, stoned, uncle shoot, what up bro? n***a got hoes on deck, seven [?] on deck Put the dick in her with a wrestling move Pick her up then drop her on the neck Ooh, here it comes, I hope you can catch If you can't catch, doesn't mean let it fall If you do b**h I hope you can fetch God damn, woah woah, n***a money went up, ketch' (ketchup) I hope you get that ‘cause I don't because [Hook: Garci] Money all I know, all I know is I'ma get rich We stackin' all this paper, ain't got no time for these haters See her after my show, I'm probably gon' roll out with your b**h We don't owe you n***as no favors, we ball hard like D. Waiters Ay n***a we on, ay my n***a we on, ay n***a we on n***a we on, all my n***as we on, ay n***a we on n***a we on, look my n***a we on, ay n***a we on f** your couches, n***a we on, ay my n***a my n***a we on