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Ones Video (MV)




Performed By: AlottaCa$h
Language: English
Length: 1:38
Written by: Farod Williams




AlottaCa$h - Ones Lyrics
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You either getting to the muthaf*ckin money
Or you not
Simple as that
We all got the same 24
No Bullshit
How many plates you think you done sold?
I've came far from the shit life's shown
Learned a lot from the things I know
From a different time so Ion know where I'm going
No time for ungrateful ones
Still no one stepped in my ones
These hoes want me to throw my ones
These hoes wanna eat my crumbs
Good gas what I fill in my lungs
I ain't even slip but I still got sons
My lil homie still make more funds
Talking that rara shit like you the one
Cute lil thing like keep in touch
Can't wear my shit hoes like keeping stuff
Big fat wood like keep I it stuffed
Yellow perk with a kiwi punch
This a real thing not a paintball gun
Do work in the field like I'm like thanks for all coming
They say they gangster so why they all running?
You the type to be gangster with no f*ckin money
Treat the bih like a hoe
She like daddy
No dummy
Keep a fatass with no f*ckin tummy
Keep dick in her mouth ain't no time to talk
All this gaup in my pocket like a dead man walking
Deep in the field
Interception
Pick off
Won't cheat to the top ima wait for my dogs
Keep a dark money not one nigga soft
Keep a cute hoe suck dick no pause
Ima keep it me Ima always get a check
OG told me life ain't checkers it's Chess
So if you got something to say nigga
Say it with your chest
Ima stay a real nigga that shit in my muthaf*ckin flesh
My muthaf*ckin flesh
Ima stay a real nigga that shit in my muthaf*ckin flesh
My muthaf*ckin flesh
Ima stay a real nigga that shit in my muthaf*ckin flesh
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You either getting to the muthaf*ckin money
Or you not
Simple as that
We all got the same 24
No Bullshit
How many plates you think you done sold?
I've came far from the shit life's shown
Learned a lot from the things I know
From a different time so Ion know where I'm going
No time for ungrateful ones
Still no one stepped in my ones
These hoes want me to throw my ones
These hoes wanna eat my crumbs
Good gas what I fill in my lungs
I ain't even slip but I still got sons
My lil homie still make more funds
Talking that rara shit like you the one
Cute lil thing like keep in touch
Can't wear my shit hoes like keeping stuff
Big fat wood like keep I it stuffed
Yellow perk with a kiwi punch
This a real thing not a paintball gun
Do work in the field like I'm like thanks for all coming
They say they gangster so why they all running?
You the type to be gangster with no f*ckin money
Treat the bih like a hoe
She like daddy
No dummy
Keep a fatass with no f*ckin tummy
Keep dick in her mouth ain't no time to talk
All this gaup in my pocket like a dead man walking
Deep in the field
Interception
Pick off
Won't cheat to the top ima wait for my dogs
Keep a dark money not one nigga soft
Keep a cute hoe suck dick no pause
Ima keep it me Ima always get a check
OG told me life ain't checkers it's Chess
So if you got something to say nigga
Say it with your chest
Ima stay a real nigga that shit in my muthaf*ckin flesh
My muthaf*ckin flesh
Ima stay a real nigga that shit in my muthaf*ckin flesh
My muthaf*ckin flesh
Ima stay a real nigga that shit in my muthaf*ckin flesh
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Writer: Farod Williams
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