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I'm The One Video (MV)




Performed By: YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Language: English
Length: 2:30
Written by: Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden




YoungBoy Never Broke Again - I'm The One Lyrics
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Came and got a Rolls
(D-Roc)
Oh, I'm tired, I'm tired
Shit
Mmh, uh

I am the one got the store, keep it comin'
Walk in the venue, might throw out some money
I know how it feel for to not to have nothin'
I'm gon' spend me a hundred and turn up my youngin'
Betrayed and got stabbed in my back and it's killin' me
And this happened like too many times
Ain't no sense to the crime, I'm gon' turn out my rhymes
I'ma catch all that shine, I might buy me a ride
I'm gon' get me my shine (oh, yeah)
I wanna lay in her arms when I look in her eyes
I flew the bitch on the jet, but, her attitude nasty
That's every time she on my side
I spent eight hundred thousand on a brand new AP
Keep that rappin', ain't tellin' them lies
Stay with that static, do dirt with that fire
Pussy-ass rapper get switched like a child
Oh, you wan' cap? Get slapped
Better chill with that bap, up the strap like, whoa
I thought that you was my friend, I just want you to win
You forever my bro, oh
Came out thuggin' for to get it, tell my mama I'm sorry
I been healin' my soul
She ain't really love me, she just playin', oh no
Thought that I did, whole time, I ain't know

Hm, separate fast, I'm sick of these hoes
Ten rubber bands, I'm sick of these broads
Links on my wrist, but, this time ain't froze (time, oh)
Hope you don't think I was playin' when I said I'll never go broke
But, I only got two problems right now
Where to spend my money at? And should I get a new house

She got a problem
One, for to take care of her baby
And two, for to pay off her house
He got a problem
That ain't no money he makin', he plannin' on robbin' a body
I got a problem, you already know how I'm bangin'
My niggas do dirt with that chopper
Missin' that bag, gotta tell a bitch 'bout it
Hermès bag, could've bought a big body

Hm, separate fast, I'm sick of these hoes
Ten rubber bands, I'm sick of these broads
Links on my wrist, but, this time ain't froze (time, oh)
Hope you didn't think I was playin' when I said I'll never go broke
But, I only got two problems right now
Where to spend my money at? And, should I get a new house

She got a problem
She know that I got it
Just hit me whenever, wherever you go
I ain't buyin' nobody
I let the bitch drive the Maybach to the store ('Bach to the store)
Stack up that money, just let my grandad say, on soul (say, on soul)
I just gave her two million, don't play with me, shawty
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Came and got a Rolls
(D-Roc)
Oh, I'm tired, I'm tired
Shit
Mmh, uh

I am the one got the store, keep it comin'
Walk in the venue, might throw out some money
I know how it feel for to not to have nothin'
I'm gon' spend me a hundred and turn up my youngin'
Betrayed and got stabbed in my back and it's killin' me
And this happened like too many times
Ain't no sense to the crime, I'm gon' turn out my rhymes
I'ma catch all that shine, I might buy me a ride
I'm gon' get me my shine (oh, yeah)
I wanna lay in her arms when I look in her eyes
I flew the bitch on the jet, but, her attitude nasty
That's every time she on my side
I spent eight hundred thousand on a brand new AP
Keep that rappin', ain't tellin' them lies
Stay with that static, do dirt with that fire
Pussy-ass rapper get switched like a child
Oh, you wan' cap? Get slapped
Better chill with that bap, up the strap like, whoa
I thought that you was my friend, I just want you to win
You forever my bro, oh
Came out thuggin' for to get it, tell my mama I'm sorry
I been healin' my soul
She ain't really love me, she just playin', oh no
Thought that I did, whole time, I ain't know

Hm, separate fast, I'm sick of these hoes
Ten rubber bands, I'm sick of these broads
Links on my wrist, but, this time ain't froze (time, oh)
Hope you don't think I was playin' when I said I'll never go broke
But, I only got two problems right now
Where to spend my money at? And should I get a new house

She got a problem
One, for to take care of her baby
And two, for to pay off her house
He got a problem
That ain't no money he makin', he plannin' on robbin' a body
I got a problem, you already know how I'm bangin'
My niggas do dirt with that chopper
Missin' that bag, gotta tell a bitch 'bout it
Hermès bag, could've bought a big body

Hm, separate fast, I'm sick of these hoes
Ten rubber bands, I'm sick of these broads
Links on my wrist, but, this time ain't froze (time, oh)
Hope you didn't think I was playin' when I said I'll never go broke
But, I only got two problems right now
Where to spend my money at? And, should I get a new house

She got a problem
She know that I got it
Just hit me whenever, wherever you go
I ain't buyin' nobody
I let the bitch drive the Maybach to the store ('Bach to the store)
Stack up that money, just let my grandad say, on soul (say, on soul)
I just gave her two million, don't play with me, shawty
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Writer: Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, EMPIRE PUBLISHING


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