the one pt. 1 ft. Tato Beats & Ramo Bean Lyrics

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