ONE

Lighter flicks
Real freemoney nigga
Yeah

I count cake up with day ones when I wake up (When I wake up)
I can't play, I ain't the one, ain't what you want (Nah)
She stay fine as hell, she spoil herself in Saint Laurent
Got it by myself with clientele I ran it up
Yeah
You the one
Need your friend that's two for one
We outside we movin runtz
Pop out bitches choosing us (Freemoney)
I came up from nothing, where I'm from them young niggas shootin for nothin (1200)
I be thumbin through this money tryna find out how to get a few more hundreds

Aye (Aye)
Walk out the bank with a grin (With a grin)
Swipe a bitch I need a pin
Bitch I got scales on me I need a fin
Strapped with a glizzy I want a FN
All color bitches I like 'em to blend
Niggas get missing for dissing ya dig
We get em dizzy, all day we gon spin
Young nigga trap on the avenue
All my bitches be bad with a attitude
Them extensions gon splatter and scatter you
Shawty split on the dick, that shit magical
I put niggas on chasing that revenue
Ain't no hate in my heart, ima better you
OG gas that I smoke I be selling you
Chase a bag if you broke what you better do
Nigga
Put you on game like Stan Van Gundy
Since I was a jit knew I need that money
Mama knew her son wasn't praying on Sunday
I be on tracks, shit beating like London
Young nigga hot like I got shit sunny
Big shit popping lil bro you bummy
Runnin up knots shit just like sonic
Can't cuff a thot lil bitch I'm sorry

I count cake up with day ones when I wake up (When I wake up)
I can't play, I ain't the one, ain't what you want (Nah)
She stay fine as hell, she spoil herself in Saint Laurent
Got it by myself with clientele I ran it up
Yeah
You the one
Need your friend that's two for one
We outside we moving runtz
Pop out bitches choosin us (Freemoney)
I came up from nothing, where I'm from them young niggas shooting for nothin (1200)
I be thumbing through this money tryna find out how to get a few more hundreds
Aye



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Writer(s): Damien Crowder
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