One Two

Yeah we have chips checks and loose change

Cause the ghetto is where we come from

The same place booshie you bitches run from

Since the beginning

I had a piss poor hand

Now I turned it into a winner

Y'all haters don't understand

Minimum wage nigga

Now earning a hundred grand

I can pay my own way

Got my own money man

B-I-L-L-Y C-O-O-K

Foreign car now

Was in a dropper yesterday

I'ma act, one two

I'ma act, just like a nigga do

I'ma act, one two

I'ma act, just like a nigga do nigga

I'm, gone let the top down

Even though I'm 4's

I ain't swanging

Rather roll cruise control, as the cigarilla blows

Cell phone ringing, traffic light changing

Just like Big H.A.W.K

My cup is full of something bubbly

And I'm on the boulevard acting ugly

But I'm not swinging in and out of my lane

Speaking of my trunk

And the gorillas inside it that's making it bang

And if a jacker comes my way

I load my AK

Don't think I won't spray

This'll be your last day

I worked too damn hard for mine

24-7 on the grind

All you gone end up with is a hard time

From I-10 to Beltway 8 to 59 South

To purchase a sack of that lemon lime and I'm out

About to roll to my homegirl house

Her man tripping

Cause he think I got her stripping

But we just flipping

And ain't no club hopping

Even if the club hopping

I'ma pass

Never even take my foot off the gas

I'm headed to the studio

To drop a couple of songs

When I'm finished

We gon' bounce and continue to roam

And let the top down

I'ma act, one two

I'ma act, just like a nigga do

I'ma act, one two

I'ma act, just like a nigga do nigga

I'm, gone let the top down

Even though I'm 4's

I ain't swanging

Rather roll cruise control, as the cigarilla blows

Cell phone ringing, traffic light changing

I'ma act, one two

I'ma act, just like a nigga do

I'ma act, one two

I'ma act, just like a nigga do nigga

I'm, gone let the top down

Even though I'm 4's

I ain't swanging

Rather roll cruise control, as the cigarilla blows

Cell phone ringing, traffic light changing