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Pi’erre Bourne

"One 2"

[Intro: Jay Critch]
Aye, aye
I'm like‚ hold up
I'm like one's for the money
Two for these n*ggas that switched up
I'm like one's for the money
Hold up‚ Spiffy on this mof*cker

[Chorus: Jay Critch]
I'm like one's for the money
Two for these n*ggas that switched up
I cannot run out of money‚ all of my n*ggas get big bucks
f*ck 'em if they movin' funny, you know that bag gettin' picked up
If it's really drama then my shoota', he gunnin'
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 momma see me in prison
I been finnesin', you want some‚ gotta take some
He ain't stick to the cheat code, he ain't signt up, we erased him

[Verse 1: Jay Critch]
I get that bag, yeah, the money, it go with me
And it's a sweep, i'm winnin' this 0 and 3
She in the sheets, the di*k in her ovaries
n*gga it's a leak, the drip is all over me
You ain't workin', if you really want it then you gotta go get that sh*t
Remember all them days, where my pockets hurtin' 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 sh*t
But you know that I never quit, yeah, n*gga 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 n*ggas talkin', they do not exist
Checkin' another bag off the list
I see the money and I'm callin' dibs
Diamonds slow dance, shine like a disco
Grown man, I can't talk to you kids though
Shorty go down, doin' the limbo
I'm takin' chances, I had to take a risk
Same team, ain't no new faces
All these new n*ggas never gave a sh*t, nah

[Chorus: Jay Critch]
I'm like one's for the money
Two for these n*ggas that switched up
I cannot run out of money, all of my n*ggas get big bucks
f*ck 'em if they movin' funny, you know that bag gettin' picked up
If it's really drama then my shoota', he gunnin'
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 momma see me in prison
I been finnesin', you want some, gotta take some
He ain't stick to the cheat code, he ain't signt up, we erased him

[Verse 2: Pi'erre Bourne]
I'ma keep gettin' this money, only on one condition
Gotta get Hanukkah money, this is the tradition
Every year new money, like we get to wishin'
Count up every Sunday, yeah, just like a Christian
She wanna hit like junkie, put her on restriction
I don't think jade is funny, we all got addictions
Forecast showerin' money, that's just my prediction
I got books of money, stacks look like non-fiction
People keep hatin' on me, lord is my witness
You can't block my blessings, with all of your stiffness
I'ma keep spreadin' love, yeah, just like a sickness
Got this Rollie' on me, like i won the Olympics

[Chorus: Jay Critch]
I'm like one's for the money
Two for these n*ggas that switched up
I cannot run out of money, all of my n*ggas get big bucks
f*ck 'em if they movin' funny, you know that bag gettin' picked up
If it's really drama then my shoota', he gunnin'
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 momma see me in prison
I been finnesin', you want some, gotta take some
He ain't stick to the cheat code, he ain't signt up, we erased him

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