Big One
Uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh yeah, uh yeah
Yeah
When the odds go up ahead, that's when I know I did my big one (I did)
Only thing I count in red, I been gave up on algorithm
Some said come get me head
Then you can go and get a bitch truck (come on)
Throwin' on me, her whole ass, say BBL, I told her sit-up
Ain't no FaceTime, ain't no MySpace, promise you that I declutter
Don't respect me, hit the highway, make your ends and I don't like you
She at Dough man every Friday, might as well be on the fly
Gucci third leg when I drop, I already know my music fire
I need a group of ten to walk me in demand upon arrival
She skim-ski eat when she see me hit her high
No lie, she Michael
Don't like books, when I read in the room
She got on the bonnet and off her sights
You wanna be a couple, baby, I'm sorry
This story don't come with titles
They say I don't waste any money
If they think that we the same
'Cause I got money to waste, the one that hate me twice away
But that's your one mistake
You must have known that life gon' change
I'm twelve years old, I made my first, I was too young for the bank
When I was five, I caught a vibe, hearing the people chant my name
When I was nine, I found why me and my classmates not the same
When I was sixteen, I had a Grammy, part of the manifesting claim
Now it's time to grab what's mine, to make sure my award is clean
You knew if I test you and say sims, that mean I'm tryna woo-hoo
Like you let me, so I'm trickin' by her sense of Lulu
Hit the content shit, she got me monetized on YouTube
Say I changed, 'cause I ain't tryna stick to things that you do
Uh-huh, did I stutter?
Oh, nah, yeah, do better
Want you to eat, but not inside my space
I swear I'm somethin' like Checkers
They called me to get them out of trouble
I swear I'm somethin' like Lester
I can work out every day, but bet I swear I'll never smile
When times go up ahead, that's when I know I did my big one (I did)
Only thing I count is bread, I been gave up on algorithm (I did)
Somebody said, come give me head, and you can go and get a bench roll
Throwin' on me, her whole ass, say BBL, I told her sit-up
BBL, I told her sit up
Five
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh yeah, uh yeah
Yeah
When the odds go up ahead, that's when I know I did my big one (I did)
Only thing I count in red, I been gave up on algorithm
Some said come get me head
Then you can go and get a bitch truck (come on)
Throwin' on me, her whole ass, say BBL, I told her sit-up
Ain't no FaceTime, ain't no MySpace, promise you that I declutter
Don't respect me, hit the highway, make your ends and I don't like you
She at Dough man every Friday, might as well be on the fly
Gucci third leg when I drop, I already know my music fire
I need a group of ten to walk me in demand upon arrival
She skim-ski eat when she see me hit her high
No lie, she Michael
Don't like books, when I read in the room
She got on the bonnet and off her sights
You wanna be a couple, baby, I'm sorry
This story don't come with titles
They say I don't waste any money
If they think that we the same
'Cause I got money to waste, the one that hate me twice away
But that's your one mistake
You must have known that life gon' change
I'm twelve years old, I made my first, I was too young for the bank
When I was five, I caught a vibe, hearing the people chant my name
When I was nine, I found why me and my classmates not the same
When I was sixteen, I had a Grammy, part of the manifesting claim
Now it's time to grab what's mine, to make sure my award is clean
You knew if I test you and say sims, that mean I'm tryna woo-hoo
Like you let me, so I'm trickin' by her sense of Lulu
Hit the content shit, she got me monetized on YouTube
Say I changed, 'cause I ain't tryna stick to things that you do
Uh-huh, did I stutter?
Oh, nah, yeah, do better
Want you to eat, but not inside my space
I swear I'm somethin' like Checkers
They called me to get them out of trouble
I swear I'm somethin' like Lester
I can work out every day, but bet I swear I'll never smile
When times go up ahead, that's when I know I did my big one (I did)
Only thing I count is bread, I been gave up on algorithm (I did)
Somebody said, come give me head, and you can go and get a bench roll
Throwin' on me, her whole ass, say BBL, I told her sit-up
BBL, I told her sit up
Five
Credits
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