Kalenna Harper - On The Edge lyrics
rate mefeat. Joey Benjamins
[Hook]
Hey, one day I’am get my money right
I’ma buy foreign cars, I’ma see you take a flight, yeah
I’ma beat the whole universe, I’ma beam on these bitches
Like a star trek guy, yeah
This time I’m standing on the edge
My dreams are hanging on the thread
What goes up, must come down
It’s such a lonely road, peeping over
Dreaming of days
New coupe, no roof, I keep 100 proof
Clockin dollars ever since I moved that product from the stoop
Oh lord, hustle hard, we ballin cross the board
And steady hand come soon, I ...we rockin audemar
Blue dream, my team on, that joe club, my lean on
That high life, my scene on
That spotlight, we pink pop
Black chick, white coupe, homie I’m living proof
I put a dollar and a dream on a 62
Money on my mind and my team on that grind
I done came up from ground up, my life on that line
Yeah, sport cars, athletic
Killing them get the matic
Prada, gucci fetish, moving money, telekinetic
Hot chick and my whip chrome
Diamonds on that’s crush kobe
Real loud, we puff o, jesus piece, that rose gold
On the edge we living, supercharge my engine
Balling out, we getting, counting up these digits
[Hook]
One day I’am get my money right
I’ma buy foreign cars, I’ma see you take a flight, yeah
I’ma beat the whole universe, I’ma beam on these bitches
Like a star trek guy, yeah
This time I’m standing on the edge
My dreams are hanging on the thread
What goes up, must come down
It’s such a lonely road, peeping over
Dreaming of days
Put racks up my pockets, true religion all in my closet
What y’all talk about we got it
Popping gold champagne bottles
I’m on the edge, my team on
A million racks I dream for
Blow spot like C4,
A hunned stacks but I need more
Need lambos, fresh clothes, bad bitches, kush rolled
Bands on, my top back, chain on and my snap back
Y’all lie these numbers row
Hustle hard and I’m far from broke
Hold it down in my cashmere,
Y’all lookin like last year
Hot life, night life, my chain on when the time’s right
Jewels on me like crush ice
I’m sippin on some rock and sprite
Know me, kov, moving time we something to see
Ace of spade or don p, I’m prada gucci, my arm mean
Hustling till my money right, haters mad, my shawty fly
Killin em, that’s homicide, loud sour that volume high
White benz that cocaine, red bottles that blow zan
Sworn in, I’m profane, my chick hot, she propane
[Hook]
One day I’am get my money right
I’ma buy foreign cars, I’ma see you take a flight, yeah
I’ma beat the whole universe, I’ma beam on these bitches
Like a star trek guy, yeah
This time I’m standing on the edge
My dreams are hanging on the thread
What goes up, must come down
It’s such a lonely road, peeping over
Dreaming of days
I just wanna make me a mill
Yeah I’m dreaming, dreaming
Times so hard I can’t be still.
