You thought you were the only one ballin’
You thought you were the only one…
You thought you were the only one pimpin’
In the V.I. with the broads and they asses out
You thought you were the only one…
You thought you were the only one… nah, playa
You thought you were the only one… nah, playa
[Big K.R.I.T.]
Now I apply pressure, yes sir, gold on my dresser
Effortlessly perfected this pimpin’ to the neck up
And with it I could wrestle any pearl into a pretzel
Figure four, she figure more dick might destroy her vessel
For most, not the lesser – it’s high, judge my work
‘Cause the last time I tripped over pussy was probably at my birth
And the last time I didn’t pop my trunk was probably at my church
But as soon as I left the parking lot, I maxed it out ’til it burst
Woodgrain my wheel, princess cut my grill
Butterfly my steak, drippin’ out, on chill
Do it how I feel
‘Cause doin’ what you love won’t hurt you
Plus a L7 could never understand the complexity of my sermon
Or the dynamics of a crunker
Or the inner workings of a squirter
It’s like chemistry with this Codeine to pour a cup of purple
Three more times, that’s a charm
Bad bitch on my arm
Come and go as I please, whole world in my palm, nigga…
You thought you were the only one ballin’
You thought you were the only one…
You thought you were the only one pimpin’
In the V.I. with the broads and they asses out
You thought you were the only one…
You thought you were the only one… nah, playa
You thought you were the only one… nah, playa
[Wiz Khalifa]
Chocolate chip cookies on my tray, true stoner
I get high just as sure as the sun come up to light the day
I real boss up in the game, don’t have to pay to play
We burnin’ down, come smoke a pound, we just a flight away
I earned the right to say I’m rich off what I write today
I’m stickin’ to my cheese like a microwave
Broke niggas they don’t like us but they don’t wanna fight
Shout out to Max, ’cause could never ride the wave
But me, I’ve got the title
OG kush in my joint – all my niggas on point
Rider reppin’ that gang – TGO become joint
You niggas do a show there and get no love
I sell 100,000 tickets when I show up
They say the game done changed
Well that mean you need to change too
And stop with all that fuckin’ hatin’
‘Cause that’s what motherfuckin’ lames do…
You thought you were the only one ballin’
You thought you were the only one…
You thought you were the only one pimpin’
In the V.I. with the broads and they asses out
You thought you were the only one…
You thought you were the only one… nah, playa
You thought you were the only one… nah, playa
[Smoke DZA]
…the only nigga gettin’ money, got it down to a science
Big nigga, bank teller, think I play for the Giants
Death fresh, walk by and get a moment of silence
Don’t be mad ’cause we livin’, man, be mad at the Myans
Ride in the saab in live Maine or Peking
Who said hustlers can’t be king?
Wrists got crowns on ‘em, bad hoes is bee stings
Mr. Slide The First Date, intant upgrade
Thompson my jacket, Black Label my denims
Very rare my kicks, this petty cash that I’m spending
With the rich folks, ’bout to blend in
Got an obsession for this game…
Gangster, hustler, shit, I bleed it
Keep these niggas heated, I don’t do reservations
I walk in and get seated… ah, best believe it
This [Harlem?] kid’s the meanest
Trippy stick, and at the table smell the smoke, but they don’t see it, nigga…
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