I'm On - The Game, DJ Infamous Haze

From the East to the West coast

You show me love wherever I go

One thing I know is

I’m getting dough, I’m on

Got them hoes coming, let’s go

Shawty say I’m a pimp well I guess so

One thing I know is

I’m getting dough, I’m on

You niggas know who I is, what kind of car I drive

Killa California, the door’s commiting suicide

Bitches ain’t fucking with you unless you in the newest ride

You know me, 5 star nigga, do or die

I’m from the home of the scandalists

East west north south, niggas get lost in Los Angeles

We got the baddest bitches on the north campus

Nigga hopping off the transit, straight up inside a phantom

Stop at the liquor store, get a swisher hit the door

Then hit the hood, ay blood what they hitting for

Whole hood tatted up, bandana right side jeans coming out

Busters leave when it’s nighttime

15s in the trunk hit me 'fore they see me come

Red 24s no need to ask where I’m from

Westside home of the purp even 12 year olds put in work

West coast got 'em bangin'

31 still banged out shots let 'em rank out

Walk through any crip or blood hood with his chain out

Grandmomma stay on the shore in the same house

Be on the porch, Dre Beats on with my thang out

That ain’t a threat but little do you forget

I was 20 years old rolling up on nigga’s sets

Coming straight up out the jets, impala sitting wet

Try me in 'em high lows coming up out the tech

Now I’m getting money big Snoop on the texts

Andre Young on the bottom of my check

Fresh from the fade to the bottom of my checks

Matter of fact Chucks, Red cadillac trucks

Panamera red 4's peanut butter guts

On my Pau Gasol shit hit the block and post up

Then gather the crew hit childs and toast up

Hoes breaking their neck tryna see me close up

10 million albums sold, I ain’t gotta brag

Disrespect my girl or my kids and get a bodybag

Ak47 with the sawdy rag, niggas better duck cause it ain’t a paparazzi flash

2011 game banging, y’all copycats

How you throwing a stocking cap and they ain’t never cocked it back

Nigga copy that, capiche nigga

Extended clip got 1 bullet for each nigga

Ask nice and I might let you eat nigga

Let you smoke, I keep kush in the pete swisher

Keep the blunts rolled up, phantom 24'ed up

Hop out knockout whole chest froze up

I be in the back of the club looking like so what

20 bottles 40 grand pro’ly why she chose us

Now she in the Beverly Center with her nose up

Pockets 1−0-0−0-0 hold up