The Ones
(Hey JG)
(What up Foster?)
(10Fifty, I love you)
The ones
I don't need time, I need space (the ones)
Space in the Wraith, fuck the space
Passenger holdin' my Drac' (the ones)
Cash out, I'm breakin' the bank (the ones)
Commercial, get head on the plane (the ones) (big slatt)
Run it up, throw the racks in the safe (the ones)
Different flavors I drip everyday (the ones)
Count the money through Cartier frames (the ones)
Yeah, too player, can't have me no main (the ones)
Water my wrist, Johnny Dang (the ones, okay)
Fuck with Wafi, my diamonds amazin' (the ones)
From the A, the chop with that grade (the ones)
Sex, yes, I love to get laid (the ones, sex)
We can chop his top and get his roof gone (chop, chop, chop)
They don't wanna tell you what they mood on
Silence and respect when we move on
Runnin' 'round so I copped a new throne
Controllin' the street, like Big Meech (Detroit, the ones)
In the back of the low with a freak
Shoppin', Dior on my feet
I got this bitch sayin', "Prada Me" (the ones)
Dark skin, keep a red skin
I was gon' take the gang if they didn't let me in
Front pockets and back pockets fat like a Mexican
Let off some shots, they know the hood treacherous
See stars in the Wraith, I can't be replaced
Them shooters outside, they waitin' on, "Okay"
I'm waitin' on my time, surprised on my date
Them diamonds gon' shine, yeah, brighten up my day
I'm the youngest in charge, I've been gettin' paid
Can't cuff on no thotty, they all gettin' laid
Count them racks in the mornin' before start the day
Them shooters, they ready, they lay with the K (the ones)
Dangerous thoughts on my mind (the ones)
Gettin' this money, stop mama from cryin' (the ones)
Creep up on 'em, ease out they mind (the ones)
Dior steppin', money walkin' time (the ones)
This the one, I'm ridin' with HoodBaby (the ones)
Model bitches, they fuckin', they goin' crazy (the ones)
On my grind, will never just get lazy (the ones)
Youngest out of the crew but the drill crazy
I don't need time, I need space (the ones)
Space in the Wraith, fuck the space
Passenger holdin' my Drac' (the ones)
Cash out, I'm breakin' the bank (the ones)
Commercial, get head on the plane (the ones) (big slatt)
Run it up, throw the racks in the safe (the ones)
Different flavors I drip everyday (the ones)
Count the money through Cartier frames (the ones)
Yeah, too player, can't have me no main (the ones)
Dior steppin', money walkin' time
This the one, I'm ridin' with HoodBaby
I got this bitch sayin', "Prada Me"