Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song One 2, artist - Spiffy GlobalDate of issue: 04.08.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
One 2 |
| Aye, aye |
| I’m like‚ hold up |
| I’m like one’s for the money |
| Two for these niggas that switched up |
| I’m like one’s for the money |
| Hold up‚ Spiffy on this mofucker |
| I’m like one’s for the money |
| Two for these niggas that switched up |
| I cannot run out of money‚ all of my niggas get big bucks |
| Fuck 'em if they movin' funny, you know that bag gettin' picked up |
| If it’s really drama then my shoota', he gunnin' |
| My shoota' tryna go hit some |
| That means you end up a victim |
| I get them racks and I flip them |
| Run it up‚ gotta grind hard, won’t let my momma see me in prison |
| I been finnesin', you want some‚ gotta take some |
| He ain’t stick to the G code, he ain’t signt up, we erased him |
| I get that bag, yeah, the money, it go with me |
| And it’s a sweep, i’m winnin' this 0 and 3 |
| She in the sheets, the dick in her ovaries |
| Nigga it’s a leak, the drip is all over me |
| You ain’t workin', if you really want it then you gotta go get that shit |
| Remember all them days, where my pockets hurtin' and I had to go hit that lick |
| There was a lot of times, thought I’d never make it and I gotta admit that shit |
| But you know that I never quit, yeah, nigga you gotta get it how you live |
| I got on then put my momma in a crib |
| We said that we would do it and we did |
| Now these niggas talkin', they do not exist |
| Checkin' another bag off the list |
| I see the money and I’m callin' dibs |
| Diamonds slow dance, shine like a disco |
| Grown man, I can’t talk to you kids though |
| Shorty go down, doin' the limbo |
| I’m takin' chances, I had to take a risk |
| Same team, ain’t no new faces |
| All these new niggas never gave a shit, nah |
| I’m like one’s for the money |
| Two for these niggas that switched up |
| I cannot run out of money, all of my niggas get big bucks |
| Fuck 'em if they movin' funny, you know that bag gettin' picked up |
| If it’s really drama then my shoota', he gunnin' |
| My shoota' tryna go hit some |
| That means you end up a victim |
| I get them racks and I flip them |
| Run it up, gotta grind hard, won’t let my momma see me in prison |
| I been finnesin', you want some, gotta take some |
| He ain’t stick to the G code, he ain’t signt up, we erased him |
| I’ma keep gettin' this money, only on one condition |
| Gotta get Hanukkah money, this is the tradition |
| Every year new money, like we get to wishin' |
| Count up every Sunday, yeah, just like a Christian |
| She wanna hit like junkie, put her on restriction |
| I don’t think jade is funny, we all got addictions |
| Forecast showerin' money, that’s just my prediction |
| I got books of money, stacks look like non-fiction |
| People keep hatin' on me, lord is my witness |
| You can’t block my blessings, with all of your stiffness |
| I’ma keep spreadin' love, yeah, just like a sickness |
| Got this Rollie' on me, like i won the Olympics |
| I’m like one’s for the money |
| Two for these niggas that switched up |
| I cannot run out of money, all of my niggas get big bucks |
| Fuck 'em if they movin' funny, you know that bag gettin' picked up |
| If it’s really drama then my shoota', he gunnin' |
| My shoota' tryna go hit some |
| That means you end up a victim |
| I get them racks and I flip them |
| Run it up, gotta grind hard, won’t let my momma see me in prison |
| I been finnesin', you want some, gotta take some |
| He ain’t stick to the G code, he ain’t signt up, we erased him |