1 On 1 Lyrics

Don't fuck wit nobody need none of em

Yeah

Only me and this money it's a 1 on 1

Yeah

Iced hearted my heart on froze

Niggas say they real but they gone fold

Yeah

You ain't kept it real you ain't my bro

Yeah

To much money to be made on the road

Shoe box we gone stack up this dough

I ain't beefing wit these niggas they broke

Designer shoes just to match all my clothes

High fashion I can show how it go

Yeah

And shit can get trencheris in the field

You can't do it till you do it ya self

Ion rely on nobody for help

Nah

Yeah

Gotta move right you can Neva be wrong with

If they catchu slipping betta ride Witcho pole

Rather stay alive then be dead ina stone

I made it out thru these hard days

Hadda figure it out

The hard way

I'm just trynna get us all paid

So I ain't worried bout the nonsense

You don't know what I've been thru

Had some shit on my mental

So I made it right

I hadda get dollahs

So I can pop out in them benzos

I

Come from nothing

When I pop out you know I be stuntin

And the way that them diamond gone sit on my neck

I feel like paparazzi coming

And the way that I'm running up all of these bands

I can put my face up on a 100

I ain't folding I'm always gone stand on my 10

That ain't even a discussion

I started this shit from the bottom

No help cuz I got it

I told my self that ain't a problem

And I grew up wit no father

No dad in my life

So my mommas life was even harder

You dont even know how I feel

Applying this pressure this shit gives me chills

I'm staying alone i ain't signing a deal

Only signing that shit unless it come with a mill

I'm dripping out balenciagas

Remembering when I had nada

Now I pull up in designer

The shit that I'm dripping is Prada

My momma told me that she proud of em

I'm gifted that shit is just part of me

I ain't wrong you don't need apology

I'm gifted that shit is just part of me

Don't fuck wit nobody need none of em

Yeah

Only me and this money it's a 1 on 1

Yeah

Iced hearted my heart on froze

Niggas say they real but they gone fold

Yeah

You ain't kept it real you ain't my bro

Yeah

To much money to be made on the road

Shoe box we gone stack up this dough

I ain't beefing wit these niggas they broke

Designer shoes just to match all my clothes

High fashion I can show how it go