One Way

See me takin off
I gotta catch this flight
Basically what ima tryna say
Bitch
I ain't got all night
Mhmmmm
Lookin like a pot of gold
No rainbow
See me drivin by
They yelling bingo
Gettin to this bag
You know how this thing goes

See me takin off
I gotta catch this flight
Mhmmmm
Basically what ima tryna say
Bitch
I ain't got all night
Mhmmmm
Lookin like a pot of gold
No rainbow
See me drivin by
They yelling bingo
Gettin to this bag
You know how this thing goes
Mhmmmm

Big weight
I'm flexin
I'm him
it's set in
Stone
I'm just makin it known
I'm countin
This big ol bag
With a big ol freak
With a big ol ass
She smokin
That big ol green
That broccoli
That big ol grass
Ouuuu
Cool me down
Ouuuu
Cool me down
I've been going up
Ever since this shit started mane
Let me remind you
That we don't fuck around
They been prayin
On my down fall
That's the reason
We don't fuck with y'all
I had to stay patient
Before you mentioned me
I was nameless
Thanks to y'all
Bitch
I'm famous

See me takin off
I gotta catch this flight
Mhmmmm
Basically what ima tryna say
Bitch
I ain't got all night
Mhmmmm
Lookin like a pot of gold
No rainbow
See me drivin by
They yelling bingo
Gettin to this bag
You know how this thing goes
Mhmmmm

I'm out slidin
Playground risky
I'm out ridin
Come out 10 speed
Come and get me
Don't you miss me
10 toes down
Don't you temp me
Hot as hell
Ain't no Skooly temp
We gon get busy
I feel sorry for them guys
Who goin against me
They sayin I'm dissin
And one of them times
With one of guys
They knew what it was
Made em look up in the sky
They talking bout fly
I flew in with cuz
How many niggas
It was
How many gone
How many you love
How many niggas
Done went to hell
How many went up above
How many niggas
Done let you down
It's hard to showin em some love
They see me taken off
They ain't takin somin
Yeah I'm one of them ones

See me takin off
I gotta catch this flight
Mhmmmm
Basically what ima tryna say
Bitch
I ain't got all night
Mhmmmm
Lookin like a pot of gold
No rainbow
See me drivin by
They yelling bingo
Gettin to this bag
You know how this thing goes
Mhmmmm

Y'all be out of pocket
Damn y'all need to stop it
Ima prophet
Yeah
All I see is profit
Yeah
I don't like surprises
Motherfucka
Ain't no poppin up
If you owe me money
Motherfucka
Better cough it up



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Writer(s): Bry King
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