Onederful

Lyrics
[Intro] Nigga, how I stuff a hundred dollars in quarters in one pocket? [Verse 1] I got it in, twenty-four seven, ain't come from a day job But fuck it, we lucky to wake up Speed bumpin' keep fuckin' her makeup, I'll take my pick I know bimbo doves who'd pay to date my dip (I love my girl) Until my friends roll up she hate the way I get I'm on some other shit, fresh off of covenant Convincing mama that I'm goin' to church Count up the publishing, you be the judge of it Youngest and still getting booked by my coverage, I put in work When them niggas go to bed (Work), when them niggas get ahead (Work) I ain't socials on them networks 'til my social is my net worth Send her to her man, I ain't come here with no plans for you shorty I wish you'd stopped asking questions you got the answer to shorty Just jump in the front or jump on the bus You get what I waste, I get what I want Forget about brakes, it's Blanco, Khanzo, blindfold Still'a smell the reign from the calm though, I'm from [Pre-Chorus] Five (Five), twenty-one five, that's all day Feed me lies like, I fuck with the squad, that's what they all say I thank God, hobbies turned to a job, ain't no off days Plus we did this our way, back up in this one more again, it feel like– [Chorus] This my type of day, my type of day, my type of day-ayy-ayy I been whippin', cruisin' broad day, eat the ramen up Not to get confused with y'all lames, I'm a one of one This my type of day, my type of day, my type of day-ayy-ayy Double parkin' out the wrong way, gotta run it up Touch my brother from the jump you know this ain't a one-on-one [Verse 2] Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, bring the beat right back Freak in the tweets but it be's like that Every once in a month get a reply back She pumped from the money growth Netty pot by the honey boat Same old snot from a runny nose They ain't want nothin' a month before Where y'all, where y'all, where y'all come from? City where them niggas made a pot from pocket snatchin' Glass ceiling but I drop the top in traffic Dash peelin'– Ayy, shut the door, bitch, you keep lettin' all the funk out Pick 'em up, stick 'em up, pick 'em up, ayy Vixen on visit 'til eviction note Brick and road, Bic and roll, bitch with no WIC would know Stuffin' so much 'til the zipper broke (Ayy) Hey, run the set, it look like Suge on it (Ayy) I might pull up by myself, you know I'm good for it (Ayy) Get you a me, stomp in them cleats myself Take a knee down on three down, I'll seat myself Got the team in back, I'm bringin' back the East myself Shit, how many times I gotta repeat myself? From the– [Pre-Chorus] Five (Five), twenty-one five, that's all day Feed me lies like, I fuck with the squad, that's what they all say I thank God, hobbies turned to a job, ain't no off days Plus we did this our way, back up in this one more again, it feel like– [Chorus] This my type of day, my type of day, my type of day-ayy-ayy I been whippin', cruisin' broad day, eat the ramen up Not to get confused with y'all lames, I'm a one of one This my type of day, my type of day, my type of day-ayy-ayy Double parkin' out the wrong way, gotta run it up Touch my brother from the jump you know this ain't a one-on-one [Interlude] Wait It's coming It's coming? Right here [Refrain] I came a long way, I came a long way We got that long way, I came a long way I got that long way, we got that long way I came a long way I came a long, long, long [Chorus 3] I get it out the south of WeHo I get it out the south of WeHo I get it out the south of WeHo I get it out the south of WeHo This my type of night and day off This my type of night and day off This my type of night and day off This my type of night and day off
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Credits
- Writers
- Adrionna “Cheese” Winston
- Louis Futon
- KilConfirmed
- Christian Eason
- Carneyval
- Cam Cephas
- Armani White