AND 1 ft. GUTTA Lyrics

(C'mon)

Throwing hella cash, baby shake sum'n

Hunnits, fifty's on the floor, and 1s

I been ballin on a budget, AND 1

Brown skin baddies, don't forget the tan ones

She got her own, you know she gon spend sum'n

I'm with the strikers, they be ready to spin sum'n

He a bitch, I'm the one he ran from

She a good girl, then she started dancing

Get the top, then I pull my pants up

Sometimes I love her, then I can't stand her

She a bop, we gon fuck on camera

Niggas copy, you know they my damn sons

It's getting hot, baby take your shirt off

She like money, so you know she work hard

Baby shake sum'n, baby go off

She wanna party every time she take off

I'm going up, now these hoes say I'm moving different

I'm the topic to these hoes, cause I'm so different

She be acting like a brat when I'm so distant

Said she like my lil style, but I don't listen

God sending all these blessings, so I know he hear me

I was dealing with depression, I was so weary

I got hoes fighting over me, they don't wanna share me

Shake the hating shit off, I don't want it near me

Throwing hella cash, baby shake sum'n

Hunnits, fifty's on the floor, and 1s

I been ballin on a budget, AND one

Brown skin baddies, don't forget the tan ones

She got her own, you know she gon spend sum'n

I'm with the strikers, they be ready to spin sum'n

He a bitch, I'm the one he ran from

She a good girl, then she started dancing

Get the top, then I pull my pants up

Sometimes I love her, then I can't stand her

She a bop, we gon fuck on camera

Niggas copy, you know they my damn sons

Throwing hella cash, baby shake sum'n

Throwing hella cash, baby shake sum'n

Throwing hella cash, baby shake sum'n

Throwing hella cash, baby shake sum'n