Issue No 111 Own Lane Lyrics

Money on the table, money on the floor
One for the bitches, one for the hoes
Money on the table, money on the floor
One for the bitches, one for the hoes.

Man to the side like Michael
Got to the friend in the crew who would drive to the high school
Don't have a plan or a clue but I might though traffic cause I know
Should have joined the army, and picked up a rifle
Should have joined my mommy and picked up a bible and a fifth of shottys
And joined a cycle fuck that
I ain't got no time for the bullshit bitch, fuck that
Land niggas try to floss it bitch fuck that
Get known in the world get nice cold nigga
Fucking looking like .. go nigga where they rep that, nigga

Everybody got to find they own lane nigga
Everybody out here tryin to get paid
Everybody got find they own way nigga
Everybody out here trying to get paid.

Seats way back listening to Anita Baker
Riding by myself smoking weed by the acre.
Seats way back listening tto Anita Baker
Riding by myself smoking weed by the acre.

(2x )
Money on the table, money on the floor
One for the bitches, one for the hoes
Money on the table, money on the floor
One for the bitches, one for the hoes.