Drunk
Never did that shit bitch I was drunk
Top two not two number one
I don't shoot shots no more I just dunk, yea
Stop playing with me I ain't the one, yea
I ain't the one
Momma why they keep on playing with your only son?
I love that girl but she could never be my only one
It's a stick up
Put the bread up in the briefcase
Put the bread up in the bag
Mr Bank-teller Ima need all that cash
Count it fast
'Cause I ain't taking orders no more
And I ain't taking time no more
And if you come at me it's war
Mhmm mmm
Bigger deals
Bigger checks
We talking corporations
We talking more stress
We talking shut up and sign the dotted line
We talking give me all your money I ain't got no time
We talking bigger money
We talking more stress
I got this meeting at eleven with like three execs
We talking if you got beef with me I won't break your neck
I'll just buy your catalogue and take up all your checks
I had to level up
Look at my watch I got the bezel up
I had a Bulova now it's an AP
I think I finally know why they all hate me
It's 'cause every time I come around people get their hands out
I ain't never reaching out
When I was broke nobody saved me
Nobody saved me
Never did that shit bitch I was drunk
Top two not two number one
I don't shoot shots no more I just dunk, yea,
Stop playing with me I ain't the one, yea,
I ain't the one
Momma why they keep on playing with your only son?
I love that girl but she could never be my only one
She could never be my only one
She can't get used to the life that I'm living
I'm talking fast cars, more money, more women
I'm talking big money, big bucks, big
Big winning
Mhm Mhmm mmm
Come and take a ride with me
Come and catch a vibe with me
As I cruise through the streets in a GT3
With my windows down I recline my seat
Sip my drink, smoking on Cubans I don't smoke no weed
My hand out the window as I drive
This is what it feels to be alive
Never did that shit bitch I was drunk
Top two not two number one
I don't shoot shots no more I just dunk, yea,
Stop playing with me I ain't the one, yea,
I ain't the one
Momma why they keep on playing with your only son?
I love that girl but she could never be my only one
Top two not two number one
I don't shoot shots no more I just dunk, yea
Stop playing with me I ain't the one, yea
I ain't the one
Momma why they keep on playing with your only son?
I love that girl but she could never be my only one
It's a stick up
Put the bread up in the briefcase
Put the bread up in the bag
Mr Bank-teller Ima need all that cash
Count it fast
'Cause I ain't taking orders no more
And I ain't taking time no more
And if you come at me it's war
Mhmm mmm
Bigger deals
Bigger checks
We talking corporations
We talking more stress
We talking shut up and sign the dotted line
We talking give me all your money I ain't got no time
We talking bigger money
We talking more stress
I got this meeting at eleven with like three execs
We talking if you got beef with me I won't break your neck
I'll just buy your catalogue and take up all your checks
I had to level up
Look at my watch I got the bezel up
I had a Bulova now it's an AP
I think I finally know why they all hate me
It's 'cause every time I come around people get their hands out
I ain't never reaching out
When I was broke nobody saved me
Nobody saved me
Never did that shit bitch I was drunk
Top two not two number one
I don't shoot shots no more I just dunk, yea,
Stop playing with me I ain't the one, yea,
I ain't the one
Momma why they keep on playing with your only son?
I love that girl but she could never be my only one
She could never be my only one
She can't get used to the life that I'm living
I'm talking fast cars, more money, more women
I'm talking big money, big bucks, big
Big winning
Mhm Mhmm mmm
Come and take a ride with me
Come and catch a vibe with me
As I cruise through the streets in a GT3
With my windows down I recline my seat
Sip my drink, smoking on Cubans I don't smoke no weed
My hand out the window as I drive
This is what it feels to be alive
Never did that shit bitch I was drunk
Top two not two number one
I don't shoot shots no more I just dunk, yea,
Stop playing with me I ain't the one, yea,
I ain't the one
Momma why they keep on playing with your only son?
I love that girl but she could never be my only one
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Writer(s): Gaurav Navghare
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