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1 On 1 Video (MV)




Performed By: Ex
Length: 2:55
Written by: Xavier Goyco




Ex - 1 On 1 Lyrics




Don't f*ck wit nobody need none of em
Yeah
Only me and this money it's a 1 on 1
Yeah
Iced hearted my heart on froze
Niggas say they real but they gone fold
Yeah
You ain't kept it real you ain't my bro
Yeah
To much money to be made on the road
Shoe box we gone stack up this dough
I ain't beefing wit these niggas they broke
Designer shoes just to match all my clothes
High fashion I can show how it go

Yeah
And shit can get trencheris in the field
You can't do it till you do it ya self
Ion rely on nobody for help
Nah
Yeah
Gotta move right you can Neva be wrong with
If they catchu slipping betta ride Witcho pole
Rather stay alive then be dead ina stone

I made it out thru these hard days
Hadda figure it out
The hard way
I'm just trynna get us all paid
So I ain't worried bout the nonsense
You don't know what I've been thru
Had some shit on my mental
So I made it right
I hadda get dollahs
So I can pop out in them benzos

I
Come from nothing
When I pop out you know I be stuntin
And the way that them diamond gone sit on my neck
I feel like paparazzi coming
And the way that I'm running up all of these bands
I can put my face up on a 100
I ain't folding I'm always gone stand on my 10
That ain't even a discussion

I started this shit from the bottom
No help cuz I got it
I told my self that ain't a problem
And I grew up wit no father
No dad in my life
So my mommas life was even harder
You dont even know how I feel
Applying this pressure this shit gives me chills
I'm staying alone i ain't signing a deal
Only signing that shit unless it come with a mill

I'm dripping out balenciagas
Remembering when I had nada
Now I pull up in designer
The shit that I'm dripping is Prada
My momma told me that she proud of em
I'm gifted that shit is just part of me
I ain't wrong you don't need apology
I'm gifted that shit is just part of me

Don't f*ck wit nobody need none of em
Yeah
Only me and this money it's a 1 on 1
Yeah
Iced hearted my heart on froze
Niggas say they real but they gone fold
Yeah
You ain't kept it real you ain't my bro
Yeah
To much money to be made on the road
Shoe box we gone stack up this dough
I ain't beefing wit these niggas they broke
Designer shoes just to match all my clothes
High fashion I can show how it go
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Don't f*ck wit nobody need none of em
Yeah
Only me and this money it's a 1 on 1
Yeah
Iced hearted my heart on froze
Niggas say they real but they gone fold
Yeah
You ain't kept it real you ain't my bro
Yeah
To much money to be made on the road
Shoe box we gone stack up this dough
I ain't beefing wit these niggas they broke
Designer shoes just to match all my clothes
High fashion I can show how it go

Yeah
And shit can get trencheris in the field
You can't do it till you do it ya self
Ion rely on nobody for help
Nah
Yeah
Gotta move right you can Neva be wrong with
If they catchu slipping betta ride Witcho pole
Rather stay alive then be dead ina stone

I made it out thru these hard days
Hadda figure it out
The hard way
I'm just trynna get us all paid
So I ain't worried bout the nonsense
You don't know what I've been thru
Had some shit on my mental
So I made it right
I hadda get dollahs
So I can pop out in them benzos

I
Come from nothing
When I pop out you know I be stuntin
And the way that them diamond gone sit on my neck
I feel like paparazzi coming
And the way that I'm running up all of these bands
I can put my face up on a 100
I ain't folding I'm always gone stand on my 10
That ain't even a discussion

I started this shit from the bottom
No help cuz I got it
I told my self that ain't a problem
And I grew up wit no father
No dad in my life
So my mommas life was even harder
You dont even know how I feel
Applying this pressure this shit gives me chills
I'm staying alone i ain't signing a deal
Only signing that shit unless it come with a mill

I'm dripping out balenciagas
Remembering when I had nada
Now I pull up in designer
The shit that I'm dripping is Prada
My momma told me that she proud of em
I'm gifted that shit is just part of me
I ain't wrong you don't need apology
I'm gifted that shit is just part of me

Don't f*ck wit nobody need none of em
Yeah
Only me and this money it's a 1 on 1
Yeah
Iced hearted my heart on froze
Niggas say they real but they gone fold
Yeah
You ain't kept it real you ain't my bro
Yeah
To much money to be made on the road
Shoe box we gone stack up this dough
I ain't beefing wit these niggas they broke
Designer shoes just to match all my clothes
High fashion I can show how it go
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Writer: Xavier Goyco
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, NEIL A KJOS MUSIC COMPANY, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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