Lyrics

[Intro] One on one time, these hoes can't stop me Even if they want me, I'm non-stoppin', can't stop for a moment [Chorus] Bitch, this is, this is B No more words, no it can't be Bitch, you fell off, bitch, I'm well off Back on my shit and back on my dick Please get the hell off [Verse 1] Bitch, I'm not the same me I let my money talk, I got a bag and got the same teeth Bitch, I love me, I can't let opinions change me She wanna fool me, that's not the game, it's still she playin' deep I swear to truth, I thought she knew exactly why I can't clean I can show you strange things, way that nine-eleven Pull up and just sweep the lanes clean I don't want the fame, I just want champagne and gang rings That's not the same thing, these hoes can't stop me if they want it Bitch, I've been goin' it, against every opponent I'm only spittin' flames and I'm not throwin' it Don't need your two cents, don't put your coins in By the time the hook is on again [Chorus] This is, him indeed No more words, no it can't be Bitch, you fell off, bitch, I'm well off Back on my shit and back on my dick Please get the hell off [Verse 2] Damn, I told him, let him come in this October No more runnin' this shit over I'm not done till I move the culture Don't need a deal, I'm cool and culture I keep it together, I can't lose composure I'm pushin' the pedal, I told him my motive They can't see my motion All of they feelings, they all in the motions I'm tryna get him and fuck me in quarters Not tryna split him and check me the total Feelin' the coldest because sometimes only I see the motive Balls in a circuit in hell, I look at it The way that I split it, it tastes like s'more The way that I'm livin' my vision, this feel like a script And sometimes I just feel like a poet, yeah I'm one of one, I hope you don't forget I'm makin' hits and runnin' bases out from ATL Out to LAX, then I'm slidin' home, that's a better flex And I'm up, up, up, like I never rest All I see is the best, like I never slept So I'm back on they neck like I never left She set me clean like she left a mess And I don't play, boy, like with who have That's an easy bar, this shit really not seemin' hard Pause, she won't be involved When she get a DCPR It ain't nothin' she can tell me It's a scary scene when I'm in the drawers Only thing that I can say is that I told her I'm comin' this October Ain't no rush, I'ma take this slower Ain't no luck, no four-leaf clovers Keep the grass cut for the cobras I see python like a koda L.A. bygones, B. bygones, I don't hold on Man, I'm feelin' like Gohan I'm just sayin' that I go ten for a whole bunch Make it count like a hefty bag, it could hold tons Really, I could keep flowin' So on and so on Up until I bust a whole lawn It would be dumb to stop, so I'ma go dumb Fee-fi-fo-fum, got him sayin' he's like no one It's a lot on my plate, but I need the bread I'ma leave no crumbs Got my hand on her a**, pullin' on her hair Cause I like the whole bunch And she on the paper, stick the whole wood in Till I see no trunk Got the engine in the back, see the way I drive I can see the whole trunk Size nine, Yeezy slides, I can vote day four I gon' vote Trump, but I'ma stick it out I just wish it was an easy rap with no bumps But until then, I'ma go hard Till I own the whole month, nigga