Lyrics

"1 of 1" (Feat. BH) I can't get the money, but now that I got it Hate on a nigga, but they just starving She throw me that pussy, but I never caught it You askin me why o' . It got too much milage, Ohh, you're looking at a 1 of 1 Ohh, I'll show you how the shit is done, Ohh, my chain look like it weigh a ton Ohh, bitch look what I've become. Make a grip, walk inside the shit and I take my pick, I take a shit, And all you fake niggas when I drop my shit, I run my shit, I own my shit, I'm on my shit, I'm on some shit, Some owner shit, some more of shit that I pay my rent, I pay my team, They make me rich, I make them rich Ain't that some shit, now watch this look More cash, more money, more fame, I'm the realest nigga in this fucking game I came up, off the quarter, all grind, Make these cracker niggas respect my mind I run my shit, I'm on my shit, I'm on some shit Some owner shit, Range Rover shit, I came as sliced bread off the loaf and shit, And get you niggas off that feet up on the sofa shit I can't get the money, but now that I got it Hate on a nigga, but they just starving She throw me that pussy, but I never caught it You askin me why o' . It got too much milage, Ohh, you're looking at a 1 of 1 Ohh, I'll show you how the shit is done, Ohh, my chain look like it weigh a ton Ohh, bitch look what I've become. I talk that shit that's cause I live it nigga And if I don't know more that's cuz I did it nigga You get smart, you get richer nigga, Start hatin' I'll chip you nigga, To be specific in some west side neighborhood Crenshaw district, Slauson Ave CRIPPIN . anybody killin' Don't give a fuck about a bitch or a nigga Yeah they quote my raps like scriptures, They say I shop like hipsters, I drive cars like a rich nigga And probably pull up with yo hoe Oh 6 to 0 for sure, get dough, pulling up in my show Been about the bank roll, make this mil to lego Busting whipping change clothes, money power and hoes Hoe hoe I can't get the money, but now that I got it Hate on a nigga, but HG is starving She taught me that pussy, but I never caught it You're acting me why. I got too much molly, Ohh, you're looking at the 1 of 1 Ohh, I'll show you how the shit is done, Ohh, my chain I like the way I've done Ohh, just looking what I've become. A hundred points that's a hundred grand Bring your money if you want it dead I'm the man don't you understand? My pack loud like a fucking band Bitch [?] all this record [?] Benz I love my haters they my biggest fans, I'm on the field they just sit in stands I let em watch me while I make these plays, Six touchdowns in they face That's somethin to hate on, On the block air get this money on OG rolled in my swishers Activist poor in my [?] That little bitch look bad She got ass and I wanna fuck. I can't get the money, but now that I got it Hate on a nigga, but they just starving She throw me that pussy, but I never caught it You askin me why o' It got too much milage, Ohh, you're looking at a 1 of 1 Ohh, I'll show you how the shit is done, Ohh, my chain look like it weigh a ton Ohh, bitch look what I've become.
Writer(s): Unknown Composer, Ermias Joseph Asghedom, Dido Armstrong, Paul Philip Herman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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