Put It On My Tab by Quilly Lyrics
[Intro: Quilly]
See, when you know the line, like I know the line line
(I know the plug), not the middleman, I know the line
Haha, I know the plug, you heard? Fuck you talkin' bout?
[Chorus: Quilly] (2x)
I got all these niggas' mad, I got all these bitches sad
When I pull up in that JAG, yeah, I'm finally in my bag
And my credit; A1, Prolly put it on my tab
She gon' give that pussy up, I told her "put it on my tab"
I got bands, I got percs, Auntie, put it on my tab
I got work, I got percs, Unc, put it on my tab
I got coke, I got dope, Papi, put it on my tab
Yeah! (put it on my tab)
[Verse 1: Quilly]
My ambitions as a rider, shorty, she a slider
Only fuckin' wit me cuz she know I'm bout a dollar
Pull up in an Audi, engine soundin' like Mufasa
And, I know these niggas' lying, they ain't never tote no chopper
I be stinkin' up the kitchen, smell like Onion Powder
Popcorn in the pot, it look like over red and bocker
She gon' shine the chopper, find a nigga hotter
I want David Beckham money, so, I'm in the field like soccer
Junkies gettin' lockjaw, they be soundin' like Chewbacca
I got scripts on top of scripts, I'm politicking wit the doctors
Hold up, wait, I got weight, bag it up, don't sell no weight
He gon' throw me what I want cuz I can get it on my face
[Chorus: Quilly] (2x)
[Verse 2: Quilly]
Give em "I" "O" "U"s, I got my smokers hooked on phonics
Talk to my connect over the phone, he speak e-bonics
Quilly push the rock like Gary Payton for the Sonics
Drive through like the sonic, all I serve is Sani
Get me out the trap like "when the fuck is they gon' sign me?"
Got it on consignment, used to drive the Bonnie
Now a days you see me in them hot wheels like a "Johnny"
Trap 24/7, I ain't got no job like Tommy
Switchin' the flow, I'm fuckin' the beat up
I see the cops, I'm liftin' my seat up
Droppin' a whole bag on my "Re-up"
I'm never comfortable, they got their feet up
I play the county, they never see us
I'm in the field, I'm fuckin' my cleets up
I'm on my Franklins; word to Aretha
Ain't bout a dollar, I'm chuckin' the peace up
See ya!
[Chorus: Quilly] (2x)
See, when you know the line, like I know the line line
(I know the plug), not the middleman, I know the line
Haha, I know the plug, you heard? Fuck you talkin' bout?
[Chorus: Quilly] (2x)
I got all these niggas' mad, I got all these bitches sad
When I pull up in that JAG, yeah, I'm finally in my bag
And my credit; A1, Prolly put it on my tab
She gon' give that pussy up, I told her "put it on my tab"
I got bands, I got percs, Auntie, put it on my tab
I got work, I got percs, Unc, put it on my tab
I got coke, I got dope, Papi, put it on my tab
Yeah! (put it on my tab)
[Verse 1: Quilly]
My ambitions as a rider, shorty, she a slider
Only fuckin' wit me cuz she know I'm bout a dollar
Pull up in an Audi, engine soundin' like Mufasa
And, I know these niggas' lying, they ain't never tote no chopper
I be stinkin' up the kitchen, smell like Onion Powder
Popcorn in the pot, it look like over red and bocker
She gon' shine the chopper, find a nigga hotter
I want David Beckham money, so, I'm in the field like soccer
Junkies gettin' lockjaw, they be soundin' like Chewbacca
I got scripts on top of scripts, I'm politicking wit the doctors
Hold up, wait, I got weight, bag it up, don't sell no weight
He gon' throw me what I want cuz I can get it on my face
[Chorus: Quilly] (2x)
[Verse 2: Quilly]
Give em "I" "O" "U"s, I got my smokers hooked on phonics
Talk to my connect over the phone, he speak e-bonics
Quilly push the rock like Gary Payton for the Sonics
Drive through like the sonic, all I serve is Sani
Get me out the trap like "when the fuck is they gon' sign me?"
Got it on consignment, used to drive the Bonnie
Now a days you see me in them hot wheels like a "Johnny"
Trap 24/7, I ain't got no job like Tommy
Switchin' the flow, I'm fuckin' the beat up
I see the cops, I'm liftin' my seat up
Droppin' a whole bag on my "Re-up"
I'm never comfortable, they got their feet up
I play the county, they never see us
I'm in the field, I'm fuckin' my cleets up
I'm on my Franklins; word to Aretha
Ain't bout a dollar, I'm chuckin' the peace up
See ya!
[Chorus: Quilly] (2x)