One 2

[Jay Critch:]
Aye, aye
I'm like, hold up
I'm like one's for the money
Two for these niggas that switched up
I'm like one's for the money
(Hold up, Spiffy on this mofucker)

I'm like one's for the money
Two for these niggas that switched up
I cannot run out of money, all of my niggas get big bucks
Fuck 'em if they moving funny, [?] that bag and then pick up
If it's really drama then my shoota', he gunning
My shoota' tryna go hit some
That means you end up a victim
I get them racks and I flip them
Run it up' gotta grind hard, won't let my mamma see me in prison
I been finnesing, you want some, gotta take some
He ain't stick to the cheat code, he ain't [?] up, we erased him

I get that bag, yeah, the money, it go with me
Ain't it so sweet, but I'm winning this 0 and 3
She in the sheets, the dick in her ovaries
Nigga its a leak, the drip is all over me
You ain't working, if you really want it then you gotta go get that shit
Remember all them days, where my pockets hurting and I had to go hit that lick
There was a lot of times, thought I'd never make it and I gotta admit that shit
But you know that I never quit, yeah, nigga you gotta get it how you live
I got on then put my momma in a crib
We said that we would do it and we did
Now these niggas talking, they do not exist
Checking another bag off the list
I see the money and I'm calling dibs
Diamonds slow dance, shine like a disco
Grown man, I can't talk to you kids tho
Shorty go down, she doing the limbo
I'm taking chances, I had to take a risk
Same team, ain't no new faces
All these new niggas never gave a shit, nah

I'm like one's for the money
Two for these niggas that switched up
I cannot run out of money, all of my niggas get big bucks
Fuck 'em if they moving funny, [?] that bag and then pick up
If it's really drama then my shoota', he gunning
My shoota' tryna go hit some
That means you end up a victim
I get them racks and I flip them
Run it up, gotta grind hard, won't let my mamma see me in prison
I been finnesing, you want some, gotta take some
He ain't stick to the cheat code, he ain't [?] up, we erased him

[Pi'erre Bourne:]
I'ma keep getting this money, only on one condition
Gotta get Hanukkah money, this is the tradition
Every year new money, like we get to wishing
Count up every Sunday, yeah, just like a Christian
She wanna hit like junkie, put her on restriction
I don't think [?] is funny, we all got addictions
Forecast showering money, that's just my prediction
I got books of money, stacks look like non-fiction
People keep hating on me, lord is my witness
You can't [?] my blessings, with all of your stiffness
I'ma keep spreading love, yeah, just like a sickness
Got this Rollie' on me, like I won the Olympics

[Jay Critch:]
I'm like one's for the money
Two for these niggas that switched up
I cannot run out of money, all of my niggas get big bucks
Fuck 'em if they moving funny, [?] that bag and then pick up
If it's really drama then my shoota', he gunning
My shoota' tryna go hit some
That means you end up a victim
I get them racks and I flip them
Run it up, gotta grind hard, won't let my mamma see me in prison
I been finnesing, you want some, gotta take some
He ain't stick to the cheat code, he ain't [?] up, we erased him