We On It

[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert] Yeah, yeah Lil Uzi Lemme see dat What up Charlie? [Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert] Twenty bitches dick riding a nigga Twenty niggas standing beside of nigga Is it good fortune important choices Now they all wanna ride with a nigga Where was you when I was off in the beginning Ain't take three stripes for a nigga Took me out but now a nigga winnin' Took me out but now a nigga winnin' Y'all just be hatin' on a youngin' Want collab from a youngin' But a couple months ago Wasn't thinkin' bout a youngin' (No) What you know about trappin' On a God damn Monday Half an hour got rid of a onion I'm finessin' and I'm stuntin' (Ah!) You niggas fakin' and your bitches bad And I don't like you, like your bitch's dad I'm from the city where everybody wanna be from the north Cause they think that's just where the winners at And I swear I wanna be where the women at Overseas with my team sippin' gin and jack And most these rappers ain't feelin' that Then again most these rappers be really wack And you talk about juugin', but you really trap Got nicks and dimes money barely stacked And a bitch I fucked over nigga barely tapped And I thought you had bars where the coffin at 'Cause you a dead motherfucker, dressed all in black I'm still a lean head and I'm off the act Well not right now I ain't off the act Cause this too crazy to be off the act And most these niggas they be soft as crap And you get em steamed up now they hard as crack Pull up in a Beamer oh you parkin' that Wait I thought that was yours why you walkin' back And I'm 'bout to grab the Porsche nigga, horse in back Swear to god I'm bout to bring flossin' back And my bitch ass is so soft and fat Yeah my bitch ass is so soft and fat [Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert] We on it If its 'bout the money then you know that we on it (We is) Money piled up I can't see my opponent Look at these oppositions swear to god that they want it Look at these oppositions swear to god that they want it If it's 'bout the money then you know that we on it Money piled up I can't see my opponent Look at these oppositions swear to god that they want it Look at these oppositions swear to god that they want it [Verse 2: Lee Mazin] I got 20 bitches ridin' with me 20 more we all slide-in for free Ain't tell you I was 43 deep 22 niggas mobbin' with me They be mobbin' for free Oh shit, Giuseppe's strapped so don't trip This mac invadin' my lip The pretty girl sip The selfie those flicks Damn, 20 cameras all on me Lil chick like diamond weeks Fresh do let it bop with a weave Love a lil' nigga who will bop on his knees And I got a boy who will pay for it all Anything I want, lemme get stingy I can take trips, I can call whips Last name Frank, first name Benji If it's 'bout money den I'm on it Go 'head, show me my opponent If she really want it, tell her she can have it right now Never met a queen who was scared to back down Who woulda thought that they knew me 'Cause they run me down like Boosie Nigga havin' dreams he could do me Now I'm on a track with Lil Uzi So they don't like the way I do it, and they hate that I'm on top Wishin' they could fix my brakes, they like damn, she won't stop Now that money talk I do anything that I want Oh, you mad? I done made my fuckin' way to the front, bitch [Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert] We on it If its 'bout the money then you know that we on it Money piled up I can't see my opponent Look at these oppositions swear to god that they want it Look at these oppositions swear to god that they want it If it's 'bout the money then you know that we on it Money piled up I can't see my opponent Look at these oppositions swear to god that they want it Look at these oppositions swear to god that they want it If its 'bout the money then you know that we on it Money piled up I can't see no opponent Look at these oppositions swear to god that they want it Look at these oppositions swear to god that they want it