Number One

Move out the way
I stay getting paid
You a loser today
Fucking everyday

I be going insane every other fucking day
Moving my way, record breaking
You stay selling lemonade
Back in the day I was fucking lame
Now I stay up, yeah getting paid
She wanna fuck, said no just brain
She leave, yeah go your way

Move along, yeah, that's just me
Move your shit, it's all on you
I be rocking with my crew
Yeah, go hit up your new stu
Future teller, so I see the devil in my eyes
See the devil in disguise
It's me, bitch, I'm on a rise,

On a rise, up to the top
Shooting bitches, hit a cop
Leave em' paralyzed from the top
Down, no, I can't stop
Yeah, Prophet getting money
Oops I took your honey
Nah shits not funny
With the devil, I our noses runny

Bummy girl she left me
Now I'm up, don't tempt me
Yeah, I'm making hundreds
While you sitting making pennies
Racks on racks, on racks, on racks
Yeah, I'm staying, making stacks
While I'm makin' racks
You staying tryna pay your rent

Tryna pay your rent
But you broke living out a tent
Shit is kinda bummy
So I take your girl, she love me, yeah
Bitch, I'm riding in a foreign
That's why you're girl ignoring
All your texts, you're boring
So I took her touring

Up in the crib we going, yeah
Shit, shit's not stopping
Up and down yeah she moving
So I took her out of my pocket

Switch up the beat, it's boring
Now we got that shit bumping
Moving speakers
Heaven seeking
Now not another demon
Yeah, fighting all my demons
I think that I won
Suicide, not option no more
Yeah, it's number one

Move out the way
I stay getting paid
You a loser today
Fucking everyday

I be going insane every other fucking day
Moving my way, record breaking
You stay selling lemonade
Back in the day I was fucking lame
Now I stay up, yeah getting paid
She wanna fuck, said no just brain
She leave, yeah go your way

Move along, yeah, that's just me
Move your shit, it's all on you
I be rocking with my crew
Yeah, go hit up your new stu
Future teller, so I see the devil in my eyes
See the devil in disguise
It's me, bitch, I'm on a rise,

On a rise, up to the top
Shooting bitches, hit a cop
Leave em' paralyzed from the top
Down, no, I can't stop
Yeah, Prophet getting money
Oops I took your honey
Nah shits not funny
With the devil, I our noses runny

Bummy girl she left me
Now I'm up, don't tempt me
Yeah, I'm making hundreds
While you sitting making pennies
Racks on racks, on racks, on racks
Yeah, I'm staying, making stacks
While I'm makin' racks
You staying tryna pay your rent

Tryna pay your rent
But you broke living out a tent
Shit is kinda bummy
So I take your girl, she love me, yeah
Bitch, I'm riding in a foreign
That's why you're girl ignoring
All your texts, you're boring
So I took her touring

Up in the crib we going, yeah
Shit, shit's not stopping
Up and down yeah she moving
So I took her out of my pocket

Switch up the beat, it's boring
Now we got that shit bumping
Moving speakers
Heaven seeking
Now not another demon
Yeah, fighting all my demons
I think that I won
Suicide, not option no more
Yeah, it's number one



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Writer(s): Caleb Simmons
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