One, Two ft. Swats, Syno & Ray Lyrics

Check me out now, got the name built

Got the pay up and it pay bills

Now I wake up in a nice crib, and a new bitch, that's my side chick

She tryin' to find love but we just met

Had to tell her that we just friends

Caught a vibe can't lie right in my bed

Now I can't seem to get her out of my head

I'm too lit so these hoes gon' follow

Shawty twenty years old going through college

Swear that this dick gon' get rid of your sorrows

Can't love me cause my heart really hollow

Fuck on you tonight ain't calling you tomorrow

Even though that pussy feeling like I won the lotto

Money over hoes, man, that's always been the motto

I don't gotta try, aim bot with the models

Popping on bottles it's making me nauseous

Don't got to ask me you know that I got it

Talk to me nice cause I swear that I'll pop it

I'm poppin' these bitches they lookin' for problems

I'm looking for profits ain't with all that talkin'

Double the bundles ain't cuttin' no losses

I'm building an army, I say it, they drop it

I'm making some moves that they goin' to find shocking

Bitch told me that I'm sweet, told her lick me like candy

Hoppin' on a beat and they tellin' me I ran this

Might go ape shit throwin' me a tantrum

Triple threat bitch, young, rich, and I'm handsome

Hit a couple thots from the ride the high fan club

Grew hair on my nuts, man, I had to man up

Thinkin' 'bout my life man I'm here cause of nana

Proper etiquette, damn right I learned manners

Swear that I'm too damn shiest' can't trust me

Out in the night and I'm looking for the money

All I wanna hear is ching, ching, don't bug me

All I wanna do is fuck on you, and your auntie

Pull up in a ghost now the whole block haunted

Givin' out this dick to any hoe that wants it

Tap that, pass that, really don't need this

Smokin' on a J, now chill like Jesus

And yet they still tryin' my cool

Don't fuck with me bitch cause I'm not in the mood

I'm sippin' the Hennessy keepin' it smooth

Keep it on ice it gon' make her feel new

The glasses with ice goin' to have her seduced

Shoot, then I score like a ball in the hoop

Whip it up, whip it up, cook in the stu'

Lil' mama be dancin' on me in the booth

One, two, I'm livin' the proof

I've been in the mode so I know what to do

Three, four, they bang on my door

I think it's the feds so I'm hiding the dope

Five, six, she lovin' the dick

She say it's too big but I'm making it fit

Seven, eight, I'm stacking my plate

Rather be this than to eat off a tray

Fill my cup with poison, tell me what I want

They know I've been chosen, please don't prove me wrong

I'm on fire, it's another day to feel alive

And I feel alive, but I'm dead upon arriving

I didn't want it, the bitches and drama

And late in the water and dragging through summer

They call me a random

I'm running away from my problems, I know, I know

Uh, did it before, before

Runnin' the game and I know I'm the hottest

I know that we fly, then they say that I'm flawless

I'm making this cheese and I did it regardless

You see that lil' gasoline fire I started

I am just the best who be spittin' and all that

I never thought that I'd make it, I pardon

I was just blessed to go make it to stardom

In my room I'm smokin' these blunts with this problem

I know they playin' this shit on the court and piano

It's niggas who come and they die

Never thought angels would come from the top

And the devil was seekin', they see on the rise

I was just runnin' the shit that I did

I remember days that they come and we slid

Shootin' them shots, I remember they did

I never thought that we'd sit in that chair

And I'm thinkin' my thoughts were just so unaware

I never thought that we'd come in that land

And I never thought sittin' up here, we went blind, like some Stevie Wonder

But we ain't been impaired, real shit

Ones, twos, we stuck in the stu'

Three, four, the devil at war

Five, six, we stuck in this shit

Never thought we was gon' be lost in the midst

Seven, would talk to the devil

I never thought homie could die with the press

I never thought it'd be so damn depressing

A few gangs come in I'm dying for less

I never thought we was riding for nine

Dying for ten, but we did it in five

I never thought that my niggas deserved it, but homie was dying from that Mac 11

One, two, I'm livin' the proof

I've been in the mode so I know what to do

Three, four, they bang on my door

I think it's the feds so I'm hiding the dope

Five, six, she lovin' the dick

She say it's too big but I'm making it fit

Seven, eight, I'm stacking my plate

Rather be this than to eat off a tray