O.M.W. (On My Way)

[Chorus: Rich The Kid] (2x) (I was on my way) On my way to the bank with some hundreds Bitch thats where my money stay (I was on my way) On my way to her place She said turn up then we turn up everyday (I was on my way) [Verse 1: Bobby Shmurda] On my way to the jeweler Told nigga that I need a new chain (that I need a new chain) On my way to my jeweler Told that nigga that I need like two chains (that I need like two chains) And if a nigga try to snatch it Then that nigga gonna need a new brain (he gonna need a new brain) I told my team fore' you pop em And you drop em Bro just leave my shoes clean Before we pick it up We pick em up and throw his ass through the food chain Chewy 7:30 loco I'ma show you nigga's how to do things [Chorus:] (2x) [Verse 2: Rich The Kid] On my way to your bitch house Young rich nigga in the bank pullin' racks out Pourin' I pull up in Forgi's Bitches is gorgeous Droppin' the top on the Porsches Too many chains, she looked at my pinky she gave me the brain Walk in the bank and they knowing my name I'd rather be rich before the fame You ain't drop 50 racks on the Rollie Back then I was broke you ain't know me In the trap I been trappin' until I OD Fuck 12 I be runnin' from the Police On the way to the check, I got the tech Pull up I spray at your neck She suckin' me up in the back of the Bentley Where is the roof on the Bentley? Got a whole lot of hoes they turn up Bitches too foreign they come from the border Countin' Blue Benjamins racks on the way Smokin' on cookies they come from the Bay Sippin the syrup in the morning, purple like Barney I got a 'Rari it's orange She keep on callin', drippin' and pourin' I cannot fuck her I'm touring [Chorus:] (2x) [Verse 3: Rowdy Rebel] (Schmoney!) Bitch I’m trapping and dappin, like my young nigga Rich I just copped me an Aston, music keep blasting, too much water with grits Shout out to all my QC brothers, it Feels Good to Be Rich Jump Out the Gym, my house of the cliff, 2pac and Flip Above the rim, that’s a brand new car, don’t lean on it She wanna roll with a star, I told her dream on it She tried to hop in my car, I had to speed on it Saw it when hit 220 on the dash, with both feet on it Fuck the speed limit, if coming too far [?] Because I be rushing to the schmoney, I’m a fiend with it Got the cups with the ice with the lean in it Red dot on a Glock, that’s a beam on it Schmurder she wrote, red ink on it The ship too full, don’t sink on it Yellow diamonds in the rollie, put pink in it And the Glock got a bite, don’t think of it (Bow!) [Chorus:] (2x)