That's On Me (remix) Lyrics - Yella Beezy

[Intro: Yella Beezy] 

That's on me, baby 

Shun On Da Beat 

[Pre-Chorus: Yella Beezy & 2 Chainz] 

Yeah, you can snooze if you wanna, but not on me, baby 

And nah, I ain't takin' no losses, yeah I got heat, baby 

No, I don't know nothin' 'bout dozin', no, I don't sleep, baby 

You niggas ain't gassin' me, nigga, yeah I'm on E, baby (2 Chainz) 

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz] 

I hire the strippers, Pitino 

Mixin' VLONE with Valentino 

I wore a pinky ring just for the vino 

I keep it G, like it's ten C-notes 

I take the beat just like I'm Deebo 

I shoot my shot like a free throw 

Opportunity was knockin' at your door 

But nigga was blockin' the keyhole 

One and a half on a wedding 

I bet she never forget it (Never) 

I bet you niggas is deadly (Deadly) 

Turn your dreadlocks to spaghetti (Fire) 

I got my niggas on call (Hello?) 

You got some niggas on stall 

Pay no attention to y'all 

Got too much cushion to fall 

Richard Muir, yeah 

That's on me baby 

That bitch cost one-fifty (How many you got?) 

And I bought three baby (Damn) 

You know what's goin' on 

Stop textin' me baby 

I'm the big dog 

You need to flee baby 

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[Verse 2: T.I.] 

Yella Beezy my dog, see all this shit I got on 

With a splash of expensive cologne 

Got her all in the zone 

Slurpin' 'til six in the morn' 

Switch up a hit and the homie, she want it 

Be gone for a while and be on in a moment 

Don't run from me, walk right up on the opponent 

From rappin' to trappin', I'm truly the king 

They still tryna see how I do everything 

From movies to business to politics, real estate 

Used to take risks with this shit on the interstate 

Now I make moves to make sure my kids is straight 

Hold up, let me get this straight 

A giraffe shouldn't be worried 'bout the ways of a turtle 

One eat from the trees and one eat from the dirt 

You tough on your song but you timid in person 

That shit counterfeit, shouldn't get paid for your verses 

Dick be so good, make her go in her purse 

That's how I found out PeeWee went in the purp 

Now all I demand is all the dessert 

Came in this bitch and I had it my way 

Gon' die for respect, let's get that out the way 

Lookin' for smoke, you can have it your way 

With patience to spare, I don't happen to play 

And besides that, nigga Dime Trap on the way, on me 

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[Chorus: Yella Beezy] 

Got all designer on me, that's on me, baby, yeah 

That's on me, baby, yeah, that's on me, baby, yeah 

These niggas be lyin' on me, that's on me, baby, yeah 

That's on me, baby, yeah, yeah that's on me, baby, yeah 

All these diamonds on me, that's on me, baby, yeah 

That's on me, baby, yeah, that's on me, baby, yeah 

Keep that iron up on me, yeah that's on me, baby, yeah 

That's on me, baby, yeah, that's on me, baby, yeah 

[Verse 3: Rich the Kid] 

Ayy, racks on me, I keep them blue strips (Blue strips) 

She lickin' on me like Cool Whip (What?) 

Left a ho, I got a new bitch (New bitch) 

New Bentley, on my truck shit (Ooh) 

Might get the Lam' truck too, ooh 

Got a new chopper, finna shoot (Grah) 

Got a bitch jumpin' through the hoops (Hoop) 

Got a money rack, it's to the roof (Rack, rack, rack) 

I got your girl, she on me (She on me) 

She bad, I can't leave her lonely (Nah) 

Why the Rollie lookin' phony? (What?) 

Why these niggas tryna clone me? (Clone me) 

Drip (Drip), I keep that thing on my hip (Hip) 

She bad, might leave a tip (Tip) 

Hundreds on me, make a flip (Flip) 

Ooh, she slippin' like spring water (Spring water) 

You a trick, put a bag on her (Bag on her) 

I can't trip, I got cash on me 

I was broke, had no racks on me (Rack rack rack rack rack) 

Ooh, pull off like the Men in Black (Men in Black) 

Maybach, in the back of the 'Bach (Back) 

I was broke, had to keep me a sack 

She was callin' so I might call her back 

[Verse 4: Jeezy] 

My dog fronted me a nine, I ain't never looked back (Never looked back) 

Seats in the Mulsanne look like cooked crack (Off-White) 

D&G layin' on the G, shoes quarter key (Damn) 

I'm all about the alphabet, watch cost a couple B's (Woo) 

Got it from Houston, took Atlanta, straight cross state lines (State lines) 

My dog just hit me from the feds, talked to him on FaceTime (Hello?) 

Yeah, pussies hatin' on the G, G (Fuck 'em) 

Streets waitin' on the G, G 

Bad bitch in my room, 'bout to pop that pussy like Dom P (Ayy) 

Go hard, no sleep (Sleep) 

Valentinos on my feet (Feet) 

Real hustler, one point five on the counter next week (Damn) 

That's the way I was raised, keep it G baby (G baby) 

G for that Givenchy, that's on me baby 

[Chorus: Yella Beezy] 

All these diamonds on me, that's on me, baby, yeah 

That's on me, baby, yeah, that's on me, baby, yeah 

Keep that iron up on me, yeah that's on me, baby, yeah 

That's on me, baby, yeah, that's on me, baby, yeah 

[Verse 5: Boosie Badazz] 

These niggas don't play on my corner, they got heat baby 

They go Oak Cliff with that chopper, dirty D baby 

We on that molly water, we don't sleep baby (No sleepin') 

I hit your daughter, I'm the father, that's on me baby (I'm your dad) 

All these diamonds on me, Gucci designer on me (Turn up) 

Your baby mama on me (Turn up), that fire up on me, Siamese baby 

In that foreign, two deep (Yeah) 

They snoozed on me, I'm free (I'm free) 

That bitch sexy, if she end up pregnant, you know me 

I skeet skeet baby 

I got a whole lot of money, but I got needs baby (Needs baby) 

So if I tell you I ain't got it, don't be tryna count my pocket 

I got a whole lot of fans, they love me baby (They love me) 

The baddest bitch up in the club for me (Facts) 

And that's on me baby (And that's on me) 

[Verse 6: Trapboy Freddy] 

Steady tryna stack these commas 

Yella Beezy, nah didn't see this comin' 

This that blue, know you see these hundreds 

Ball all winter, we gon' stack in the summer 

All she ever wanted was a Trapboy 

I used to want to be Diddy like Bad Boy 

Instead I had Glad bags on the dashboard 

Hood nigga still tryna get a passport 

Young nigga drippin' in water 

You better watch where you walkin' 

I know you heard them stories 

I been the man since Carter 

Know you can snooze if you want 

And I'll be in your dreams baby 

That Glock on me baby 

I was sellin' rocks at 13 baby 

My niggas on lock, gotta send 'em some cheddar 

I send 'em some pictures, I send 'em some letters 

I'm stackin' this cheddar, I'm back and I'm better 

I'm slicker than leather 

Red bottom steppin', I'm fly as a feather 

Can get you whatever, any time, whenever 

They diggin' this shit, gotta buy a new shovel 

I'm higher than the sky, tryna find the weather 

You can snooze if you want, you gon' die if you test us 

[Chorus: Yella Beezy] 

Got all designer on me, that's on me, baby, yeah 

That's on me, baby, yeah, that's on me, baby, yeah 

These niggas be lyin' on me, that's on me, baby, yeah 

That's on me, baby, yeah, yeah that's on me, baby, yeah 

All these diamonds on me, that's on me, baby, yeah 

That's on me, baby, yeah, that's on me, baby, yeah 

Keep that iron up on me, yeah that's on me, baby, yeah 

That's on me, baby, yeah, that's on me, baby, yeah