1 of 1 (Chop Not Slop Remix) [feat. Bh]

I can't get the money, but now that I got it
Hate on a nigga, but they just starving
She throw me that pussy, but I never caught it
You askin me why o' . It got too much milage,
Ohh, you're looking at a 1 of 1
Ohh, I'll show you how the shit is done,
Ohh, my chain look like it weigh a ton
Ohh, bitch look what I've become.

Make a grip, walk inside the shit and I take my pick, I take a shit,
And all you fake niggas when I drop my shit,
I run my shit, I own my shit,
I'm on my shit, I'm on some shit,
Some owner shit, some more of shit that I pay my rent,
I pay my team, They make me rich, I make them rich
Ain't that some shit, now watch this look
More cash, more money, more fame,
I'm the realest nigga in this fucking game
I came up, off the quarter, all grind,
Make these cracker niggas respect my mind
I run my shit, I'm on my shit, I'm on some shit
Some owner shit, Range Rover shit,
I came as sliced bread off the loaf and shit,
and get you niggas off that feet up on the sofa shit

I can't get the money, but now that I got it
Hate on a nigga, but they just starving
She throw me that pussy, but I never caught it
You askin me why o' . It got too much milage,
Ohh, you're looking at a 1 of 1
Ohh, I'll show you how the shit is done,
Ohh, my chain look like it weigh a ton
Ohh, bitch look what I've become.

I talk that shit that's cause I live it nigga
And if I don't know more that's cuz I did it nigga
You get smart, you get richer nigga,
Start hatin' I'll chip you nigga,
To be specific in some west side neighborhood Crenshaw district,
Slauson Ave CRIPPIN . anybody killin'
Don't give a fuck about a bitch or a nigga
Yeah they quote my raps like scriptures,
They say I shop like hipsters, I drive cars like a rich nigga
And probably pull up with yo hoe Oh
6 to 0 for sure, get dough, pulling up in my show
Been about the bank roll, make this mil to lego
Busting whipping change clothes, money power and hoes
Hoe hoe

I can't get the money, but now that I got it
Hate on a nigga, but HG is starving
She taught me that pussy, but I never caught it
You're acting me why. I got too much molly,
Ohh, you're looking at the 1 of 1
Ohh, I'll show you how the shit is done,
Ohh, my chain I like the way I've done
Ohh, just looking what I've become.

A hundred points that's a hundred grand
Bring your money if you want it dead
I'm the man don't you understand?
My pack loud like a fucking band
Bitch [?] all this record [?] Benz
I love my haters they my biggest fans,
I'm on the field they just sit in stands
I let em watch me while I make these plays,
Six touchdowns in they face
That's somethin to hate on,
On the block air get this money on
OG rolled in my swishers
Activist poor in my [?]
That little bitch look bad
She got ass and I wanna fuck.

I can't get the money, but now that I got it
Hate on a nigga, but they just starving
She throw me that pussy, but I never caught it
You askin me why o' It got too much milage,
Ohh, you're looking at a 1 of 1
Ohh, I'll show you how the shit is done,
Ohh, my chain look like it weigh a ton
Ohh, bitch look what I've become.



Credits
Writer(s): Unknown Composer, Ermias Joseph Asghedom, Dido Armstrong, Paul Philip Herman
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