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1 Hunnit' Video (MV)




Performed By: Jimmy Lewis
Language: English
Length: 2:14
Written by: Rhys Christian




Jimmy Lewis - 1 Hunnit' Lyrics




Ballin' so hard, I'm a south side winner (South side winner)
Ten on the fit, got a hundred in the mirror (Hundred in the mirror)
Shawty pull up, imma' go slide with I'm her (Go slide with her)
She ain't want me then, now a bitch reconsider (Word)
Party through day, lead this shit into the night (In the night)
I just made a purchase, I ain't even know the price (Even know the price)
Baby I'm a star, all my shit so bright (Bright)
Fendi on the Tee, and my belt off white (White)
So much drip imma' need an umbrella
Drop my mixtape, thats a number one seller (Yeah)
Hand out racks, feeling like a Bank Teller (Bank Teller)
Weight on my back, I ain't even feel the pressure (No)
Fuel to the flame, now we blowin' shit up (Blowin' shit up)
She gon' come through tell her Baby, what's up? (Baby, what's up?)
XO liquor imma fill up my cup
She say "Jimmy, what you think", told her don't give a f*ck

And the clock never stop going A.M to the P.M
We gon' ride, ride, ride, ride
Bicthes come through, tell 'em all I wanna see 'em
We gon' slide, slide, slide, slide
Never switch sides, day ones keep it hundred
Doing shit big, like nobody ever done it
Work too hard, to be ballin' on a budget
Fresh til death, and my baby girl love it

Real from the jump, yeah I'm self made (Yeah, I'm self made)
Ice on my wrist, that's what wealth made (That's what wealth made)
Creep on the op, thats a stealth raid (That's a stealth raid)
How you hating on the team, but you ain't paid? (But you ain't paid?)
Got the whole squad maxed, drip icy (Buurrr)
Spent a band on the T, that's pricey (Pricey)
She gon' dance on the floor, girl spicy (Spicy)
Got a man, I can't help that she like me (No)
Went from nothing then I built it to a legacy (To a legacy)
See 'em hatin' but they hatin' through the jealousy (Through the jealousy)
Sippin' vodka, then I switched it to the Hennessy (To the Hennessy)
Cooking hits like I'm makin' f*ckin' recipes (Recipes)
Puttin' racks up, yeah I'm spending hundreds and them fifties (Word)
Blowin' up forever, got my name in different cities (Yeah)
Ball too hard, I'm KD with the Achilles
If you be talking money, then you really f*ckin' with me

And the clock never stop going A.M to the P.M
We gon' ride, ride, ride, ride
Bicthes come through, tell 'em all I wanna see 'em
We gon' slide, slide, slide, slide
Never switch sides, day ones keep it hundred
Doing shit big, like nobody ever done it
Work too hard, to be ballin' on a budget
Fresh til death, and my baby girl love it
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English

Ballin' so hard, I'm a south side winner (South side winner)
Ten on the fit, got a hundred in the mirror (Hundred in the mirror)
Shawty pull up, imma' go slide with I'm her (Go slide with her)
She ain't want me then, now a bitch reconsider (Word)
Party through day, lead this shit into the night (In the night)
I just made a purchase, I ain't even know the price (Even know the price)
Baby I'm a star, all my shit so bright (Bright)
Fendi on the Tee, and my belt off white (White)
So much drip imma' need an umbrella
Drop my mixtape, thats a number one seller (Yeah)
Hand out racks, feeling like a Bank Teller (Bank Teller)
Weight on my back, I ain't even feel the pressure (No)
Fuel to the flame, now we blowin' shit up (Blowin' shit up)
She gon' come through tell her Baby, what's up? (Baby, what's up?)
XO liquor imma fill up my cup
She say "Jimmy, what you think", told her don't give a f*ck

And the clock never stop going A.M to the P.M
We gon' ride, ride, ride, ride
Bicthes come through, tell 'em all I wanna see 'em
We gon' slide, slide, slide, slide
Never switch sides, day ones keep it hundred
Doing shit big, like nobody ever done it
Work too hard, to be ballin' on a budget
Fresh til death, and my baby girl love it

Real from the jump, yeah I'm self made (Yeah, I'm self made)
Ice on my wrist, that's what wealth made (That's what wealth made)
Creep on the op, thats a stealth raid (That's a stealth raid)
How you hating on the team, but you ain't paid? (But you ain't paid?)
Got the whole squad maxed, drip icy (Buurrr)
Spent a band on the T, that's pricey (Pricey)
She gon' dance on the floor, girl spicy (Spicy)
Got a man, I can't help that she like me (No)
Went from nothing then I built it to a legacy (To a legacy)
See 'em hatin' but they hatin' through the jealousy (Through the jealousy)
Sippin' vodka, then I switched it to the Hennessy (To the Hennessy)
Cooking hits like I'm makin' f*ckin' recipes (Recipes)
Puttin' racks up, yeah I'm spending hundreds and them fifties (Word)
Blowin' up forever, got my name in different cities (Yeah)
Ball too hard, I'm KD with the Achilles
If you be talking money, then you really f*ckin' with me

And the clock never stop going A.M to the P.M
We gon' ride, ride, ride, ride
Bicthes come through, tell 'em all I wanna see 'em
We gon' slide, slide, slide, slide
Never switch sides, day ones keep it hundred
Doing shit big, like nobody ever done it
Work too hard, to be ballin' on a budget
Fresh til death, and my baby girl love it
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Writer: Rhys Christian
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