One of Them Ones

Get rich or die tryin', Wana, it's the only way

That pussy cost way too much, I can't act broke, it don't work

I'm really just one of them ones, I'm actin' like Kyrie Irvin'

I'm poppin' my shit 'cause it's fun, my outfit committed a murder

I'm hittin' that shit on the low, but what you don't know won't hurt her (yeah)

I'm treatin' these niggas like sons for real, they sayin' the shit that I taught (sayin' the shit that I taught)

This bitch prolly think I'm a lame low-key, I bought her a purse and don't talk to her (corny as hell)

My closet don't got no more space, lil' twin, it's crazy, I outgrew the mall (it's crazy)

She switchin' the bag every day of the week, the Louis V just for her dawg (she carryin' her poodle)

I'm braggin' 'bout shit that I bought (yeah), this shit don't even come to your thoughts (come to your)

I got 20K in George Washingtons, baby, that shit on the floor like a mop (beep)

He locked up for blackin' her eye, that bitch had her eyes on the prize

My grandaddy want me in college, I'm trappin' division like Nino Brown (nigga)

I'm treatin' my bitches like dawgs, I pay for her lashes and brows (spoiled as hell)

My motor so motherfuckin' loud (yoom), that bih got a thousand horsepower

I wanna stop rappin' sometimes, but money keep changin' my mind (money keep changin' my mind)

My wrist cost a bag of that brown (hrr), my diamonds sing, Mary J. Blige

That pussy cost way too much, I can't act broke, it don't work

I'm really just one of them ones, nigga, I'm actin' like Kyrie Irvin' (been one)

I put a Demon on top of the pavement

I put the money on top of your head, seen it was brown, I knew it was a red

If her stomach growl, I'm feedin' her meds, I'm goin' wit' her to get her abortion

It ain't no way that I'm sendin' her bread, that my lil' dawg, he need an attorney

But I need the work to see what he said, I put the treesh in vanish mode

If she change it back, I'm blockin' her page, soon as I hit, we Shilo Sanders

Saw her in public, all she got was a wave, I put millions in the bank

And put my watches in the safe, I got drip at home, I never bought the outfits on display

New bezel, Sky-Dweller, ain't been on turf in a minute

Baby bottles 'round the condo like I'm burpin' an infant

Paid 3000 for a Whitney Houston shirt, it was vintage (wham)

They turned hip-hop to Kid Bop (no kizzy), dope-boy swag, white mid-tops (yeah)

Rap money free, I wish I would stop (you couldn't), bags for a thousand, got the hood locked

She ain't my type unless her ass soft, I ain't got nothin' against the ass shot

Hit her from the back and then I passed out, spent ten racks for a stash spot

All us felons, but we gun slangin', pink-slip gang, no car payment

New Hermès for my fine shit (my fine), she okay with bein' a side bitch

I'm okay with gettin' richer, dropped a milli' on a Richard

I don't fuck with none of them, the stiff one, I'm a different level, I'm the big one

Yeah, and shpank that baby, now they got the hush mouth, they ain't vocal

I shut down stores all around the globe, I ain't local

Whole year locked in, stayin' down, nigga, I'm focused

Bitch boyfriend tryna leave text messages, he bogus (bogus)

Wish I would buy a bitch a car to fuck, nigga, I'm trollin', yeah

Wham for president around this motherfucker, nigga, I voted

That pussy cost way too much (too much), I can't act broke, it won't work (won't work)

I'm really just one of them ones (ones), yeah, I'm actin' like Kyrie Irvin'

I'm poppin' my shit 'cause it's fun, my outfit committin' a murder

I'm hittin' that shit on the low

Can't Be Fucked With boys, niggas know what the fuck goin' on