Mr. Ticket Lyrics

Sad you was a dub

Money what I trust

I just run it up

Try to call my bluff

I just spent a dub

Probably wear it once

Explained more than once

I'm just one of one, I'm just one of one, I'm just one of one, I'm just a (YEA)

I ain't tweak out in a minute

I hop to the mic and I tear out the ceilin

I just been focused on making my money its crazy I doubled my digits

Count it up and then I flip it, send that shit up and I stick it

Born to be blessed, I'm best of the best, so my brothers, they call me a ticket

They tryna watch how I move, can't do what I do, I'm playin' it cool

Blow me a bag on some shoes, I don't even care, she call me a mood

I ain't got nothin' to prove, can't even trip, I'm lettin' em snooze

Fuck out my way better move, fuck out my way better-

Said that he better, he gotta be drunk, I called a J Dot, we turn him to runtz

I only talk about funds, you want the smoke, then tell me wassup

Make it a movie and get your ass cut, been on a movie and lil' ass stuck

Promise you not one of us, walk with a stick, but I'm keepin' it tucked

Walk with a K, I'm in the paint, but fuck that, I'm tryna get paid

Count up my pap, so stay out the way, count up my bread like how was your day

In love with the bag, what else can I say? Your pockets look flat, you needa move weight

My pockets fat so I flex every day, he get no cash, that shit need to change

I-I ain't tweak out in a minute

I hop to the mic and I tear out the ceilin

I just been focused on making my money its crazy I doubled my digits

Count it up and then I flip it, send that shit up and I stick it

Born to be blessed, I'm best of the best, so my brothers, they call me a ticket

They tryna watch how I move, can't do what I do, I'm playin' it cool

Blow me a bag on some shoes, I don't even care, she call me a mood

I ain't got nothin' to prove, can't even trip, I'm lettin' em snooze

Fuck out my way better move, fuck out my way better-