The One

Baby, baby, you're my baby, yeah Baby, baby, you're my baby, yeah
Baby, baby, you're my baby, yeah
And I'm here, yeah, like, uh
Tell my bitch that she in leave
She know that I don't play like that, I'm all about my green
Feel like I'm the one I got aim dont need a beam
How you feel like you deserve a spot, you ain't did nothing for the team
You ain't did nothing for the team
Balenci on my lens
Skrt off in the Benz
Ain't recruiting no more friends
Gucci scarves and Louis tees this shit on me, I'm him
You fuking up our chemistry keep asking where I been
I dun took some losses, I double back, I'm way above the rim
I ball, don't play no sport, they tryna figure out how I did it
She mad at me, she mad at me, they acting like some kids
I put it on on IG, that lil' pic, he post was mid
I'm solid as they come, can't call everybody twin
Me and yo man, not the same
Different stroke, I rock yo boat Lil Row be my name
I'm solid, but can't cuff a hoe, that shit right there won't change
Designer to the floor, I swear to God I do my thing
Turnt a basic bitch to a bad bitch and now they want her
It ain't nothing for me to go and cash out, I don't do the drama
I know some older niggas that ran it up, then lost it all they fumbled
I know some old hoes that mad at me, I hit them once, then dumped them

Tell my bitch that she can leave
She know that I don't play like that, I'm all about my green
Feel like I'm the one I got aim dont need a beam
How you feel like you deserve a spot, you ain't did nothing for the team
You ain't did nothing for the team
Balenci on my lens
Skrt off in the Benz
Ain't recruiting no more friends
Gucci scarves and Louis tees this shit on me, I'm him
You fuking up our chemistry keep asking where I been
I dun took some losses, I double back, I'm way above the rim

Gotta away from y'all, y'all was too busy tryna down your boy
Valet parked my car, they tote my bags, I made it boy
I killed his bitch on purpose I know he hate me boy
This a whole in one, if I play it right, we'll never par
Every dollar I spend, I swear it means something
Bottom of the ship, sit on my diamonds, these the real ones
Coming up in traffic, top down, watch they tears run
Coming up in traffic, top down, ready to kill some
Baby, yea I'm winning, stop with all the trippin
These niggas, they pretenders, I hope that you don't feel them
I ain't slipping on my pimpin', can't help that I was chosen
Man, a nigga really gifted, yea I'm locked and yea im loaded

Tell my bitch that she can leave
She know that I don't play like that, I'm all about my green
Feel like I'm the one I got aim dont need a beam
How you feel like you deserve a spot, you ain't did nothing for the team
You ain't did nothing for the team
Balenci on my lens
Skrt off in the Benz
Ain't recruiting no more friends
Gucci scarves and Louis tees this shit on me, I'm him
You fuking up our chemistry keep asking where I been
I dun took some losses, I double back, I'm way above the rim



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Writer(s): Harrow Miller
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