[Hook]

On the go, on the go, on that propane

In limos and we pour up that rosé

Niggas in they feeling ain’t got no shame

Stoic niggas we don’t ever show face

[Verse]

Too much critic on my block aye

I might pull up in a drop

So prolific in my pockets

I’m hot shit

See me go unlock it and they sprinting because I pop shit

Couple grand on the bill no that’s not shit

Nigga been making deals, I’m a profit

CEO sign it on the dotted

At the top and you know you’ll never top it

I be unaffected by the loss boy

Couldn’t give a fuck about your thoughts boy

Oooh got that sauce boy

And I’m flexing on these niggas like a boss boy

I might run it up

I might come boo up a bitch until the sun is up

Got to get my money up, them hunnies up

A lot of stupid niggas, got to dumb it up

[Hook]

On the go, on the go, on that propane

In limos and we pour up that rosé

Niggas in they feeling ain’t got no shame

Stoic niggas we don’t ever show face

[Verse 2]

Bought another share I put up big dough

Never making moves without the info

Cashflow got that inflow

And that shit be hitting like a pro

Seen the trauma but I feel I’m frozen

Everybody trying to keep they nose in

Keeping the LV pattern on the clothing

Niggas don’t pose no threat you niggas posing

Chasing the fame

Chasing I fill up the tank

Break up the path that I pave

Reading what’s under the page

I’m playing I’m playing the game

Never revealing the face

I’m seeing my niggas get painted, but my face it never change up

If I ain't copping cash then cut that deal off

You niggas burn me out so I peeled off

I don’t talk to no one unless it’s real talk

Record stainless still I let that steel talk

[Hook]

On the go, on the go, on that propane

In limos and we pour up that rosé

Niggas in they feeling ain’t got no shame

Stoic niggas we don’t ever show face