Silly bitches trying to get up in my head man you hoes can't mess with me though
Niggas mad cuz they get it clout chasing, I get it out the basement door
I'm number on and ain't no replacement cuz I'm only one of one
The rest of us waiting on y'all to face it we back like the sun come up
Bitch I'm only speaking real facts, big facts
Make a hating sucks back back bet that
Out here chasing me a big bag of greenbacks
Sailing fast past traffic I'm in my own lane making my own waves yeah
What's up with the stunting?
Fake fronting, you don't want it
But you running your bubblegums
Trick you look yummy
Bitch, I'm son-ing you, like your honor
You owe money, you, bond out
No number 9 smell, you look funky
London I'm a fine dime, on the upright
Maya is not my name, but bitch I still rise
Big grind is my mission, ain't no pissant
Listen, I'm a legend, like I'm Missy
If ain't helping, then I can't step in and get ate up
With no money, it's my Time and I stay stunting
Even when I'm bumming something
Honey, you don't ruffle nothing
Looking like you're steady bluffing
Bitch, just open up your mind
And see that- I am getting money
London Greenwade - One of One (feat. Nard Kidd) Lyrics
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Silly bitches trying to get up in my head man you hoes can't mess with me though
Niggas mad cuz they get it clout chasing, I get it out the basement door
I'm number on and ain't no replacement cuz I'm only one of one
The rest of us waiting on y'all to face it we back like the sun come up
Bitch I'm only speaking real facts, big facts
Make a hating sucks back back bet that
Out here chasing me a big bag of greenbacks
Sailing fast past traffic I'm in my own lane making my own waves yeah
What's up with the stunting?
Fake fronting, you don't want it
But you running your bubblegums
Trick you look yummy
Bitch, I'm son-ing you, like your honor
You owe money, you, bond out
No number 9 smell, you look funky
London I'm a fine dime, on the upright
Maya is not my name, but bitch I still rise
Big grind is my mission, ain't no pissant
Listen, I'm a legend, like I'm Missy
If ain't helping, then I can't step in and get ate up
With no money, it's my Time and I stay stunting
Even when I'm bumming something
Honey, you don't ruffle nothing
Looking like you're steady bluffing
Bitch, just open up your mind
And see that- I am getting money
Niggas mad cuz they get it clout chasing, I get it out the basement door
I'm number on and ain't no replacement cuz I'm only one of one
The rest of us waiting on y'all to face it we back like the sun come up
Bitch I'm only speaking real facts, big facts
Make a hating sucks back back bet that
Out here chasing me a big bag of greenbacks
Sailing fast past traffic I'm in my own lane making my own waves yeah
What's up with the stunting?
Fake fronting, you don't want it
But you running your bubblegums
Trick you look yummy
Bitch, I'm son-ing you, like your honor
You owe money, you, bond out
No number 9 smell, you look funky
London I'm a fine dime, on the upright
Maya is not my name, but bitch I still rise
Big grind is my mission, ain't no pissant
Listen, I'm a legend, like I'm Missy
If ain't helping, then I can't step in and get ate up
With no money, it's my Time and I stay stunting
Even when I'm bumming something
Honey, you don't ruffle nothing
Looking like you're steady bluffing
Bitch, just open up your mind
And see that- I am getting money
Writer: Ashley Greenwade, Renard Kidd
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: London Greenwade
Language: English
Length: 2:29
Written by: Ashley Greenwade, Renard Kidd