The one pt. 1 (feat. Ramo Bean)
Ain't wit the drama
She came wit a baller but leavin wit me, ay
The money grow taller
Showed up in impala but leave in a beam, ay
I only take cash
I get by the bag
I'm poppin a tag
N I don't gotta brag
I spend it so fast
But I make it all back
I like it like that
So run that shit back
Youngin finna go just a little crazy
Right now I be getting all of the ladies
Right now they telling me I feel like candy
Burn yo ass down like I'm like shady
Right now I feel like boosie when I get up on the mic
Watching me right when I fight
Test me go ahead I swear to god you wont try
I like girls that like girls and guys
Doing the most
She finna go ghost
But I ain't trippin
Ima go write a song
But I ain't trippin
I ain't ever gon smoke
But I ain't trippin
I'm the one that you chose
Again And and again and again
Try me once and me and a Cole gonna spin
Try me once and we ain't gonna be friends
I gotta pray if I ever gonna sin
Try me three times
Fuck the peace sign
Lemme tell what I'm gonna do
Shoota up the bullets go thru you
When I'm walking boy I'm feeling so cool
When I'm talking I'm feeling so rude
Shots I be blocking ain't needing no stool
Ramo Bean on the beat acting a fool
Do what he do when he up in the Stu
I only take cash
I get by the bag
I'm poppin a tag
N I don't gotta brag
I spend it so fast
But I make it all back
I like it like that
So run that shit back
She wanna go ghost
She doin the most
I double my dose
Buss ya shit down head to toes
Know what I'm bout so let it go
I'm poppin
Been moppin em
Ain't droppin shit
No flop,
When I hop on the beat it's a hit
Choppin the rock
I'm sellin confidence
I came for the game n I left wit yo bitch
Makin it rotate
Makin it sway
These bars off the propane
Ain't got no brakes
Made what you make in a month in a couple of days
Flyin em out
I got bands in the couch
I got hoes livin minimum wage
Give a fuck bout ya day
I got money to make
Keep a plan for the play
Man I came for a K
N I came wit AK
N they call me kk in these streets
Keepin hoes by fleet
Charge a lot for that meet n greet
I been the starter
The closer
The middle relief
I still got the impala to keep it a G
I get plenty per P
You get pennies per piece
Ain't a single soul who do this harder than me
But don't call me crazy
I deal wit this shit on the daily
I only take cash
I get by the bag
I'm poppin a tag
N I don't gotta brag
I spend it so fast
But I make it all back
I like it like that
So run that shit
She came wit a baller but leavin wit me, ay
The money grow taller
Showed up in impala but leave in a beam, ay
I only take cash
I get by the bag
I'm poppin a tag
N I don't gotta brag
I spend it so fast
But I make it all back
I like it like that
So run that shit back
Youngin finna go just a little crazy
Right now I be getting all of the ladies
Right now they telling me I feel like candy
Burn yo ass down like I'm like shady
Right now I feel like boosie when I get up on the mic
Watching me right when I fight
Test me go ahead I swear to god you wont try
I like girls that like girls and guys
Doing the most
She finna go ghost
But I ain't trippin
Ima go write a song
But I ain't trippin
I ain't ever gon smoke
But I ain't trippin
I'm the one that you chose
Again And and again and again
Try me once and me and a Cole gonna spin
Try me once and we ain't gonna be friends
I gotta pray if I ever gonna sin
Try me three times
Fuck the peace sign
Lemme tell what I'm gonna do
Shoota up the bullets go thru you
When I'm walking boy I'm feeling so cool
When I'm talking I'm feeling so rude
Shots I be blocking ain't needing no stool
Ramo Bean on the beat acting a fool
Do what he do when he up in the Stu
I only take cash
I get by the bag
I'm poppin a tag
N I don't gotta brag
I spend it so fast
But I make it all back
I like it like that
So run that shit back
She wanna go ghost
She doin the most
I double my dose
Buss ya shit down head to toes
Know what I'm bout so let it go
I'm poppin
Been moppin em
Ain't droppin shit
No flop,
When I hop on the beat it's a hit
Choppin the rock
I'm sellin confidence
I came for the game n I left wit yo bitch
Makin it rotate
Makin it sway
These bars off the propane
Ain't got no brakes
Made what you make in a month in a couple of days
Flyin em out
I got bands in the couch
I got hoes livin minimum wage
Give a fuck bout ya day
I got money to make
Keep a plan for the play
Man I came for a K
N I came wit AK
N they call me kk in these streets
Keepin hoes by fleet
Charge a lot for that meet n greet
I been the starter
The closer
The middle relief
I still got the impala to keep it a G
I get plenty per P
You get pennies per piece
Ain't a single soul who do this harder than me
But don't call me crazy
I deal wit this shit on the daily
I only take cash
I get by the bag
I'm poppin a tag
N I don't gotta brag
I spend it so fast
But I make it all back
I like it like that
So run that shit
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Writer(s): Cole Cintas
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