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  • [Hook]
    You thought you were the only one ballin'
    You thought you were the only one slabbed out
    You thought you were the only pimpin'
    In the V.I with the broads and they ass out
    You thought you were the only one...
    Naww playa..
    You thought you were the only one...
    Naww playa..
    [Verse 1: Big K.R.I.T.]
    Now I apply pressure, yessuh, gold on my dresser
    Effortlessly perfected this pimpin' to the neck up
    And with it, I can dress up, any pro into a pretzel
    Figure 'fore she figure more **** might destroy her vessel
    Mo'-mo'-most not the lesser, it's high to my worth
    Cuz the last time I tripped ova ***** 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 till it burst
    Wood grain in my wheel, princess cut in my grill
    Butter fly my steak, shrimp and lobster on chill
    Do it how I feel, cuz doin' what you love won't hurt ya
    Plus an L7 could never understand the complexity of my circle
    Or the dynamics of a twerker, or the inner workings of a squirter
    Its like chemistry with this codeine, two parts cup one purple
    3 more time that's charm, bad ***** on my arm
    Come and go as I please, whole world in my palm
    Hook:1x
    [Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
    Chocolate-chip cookies on my tray
    True stoner I get high just as sure as the sun come up to light up the day
    A real boss up in the game don’t have to pay to play
    We burnin’ down come smoke a pound I’m just a flight away
    I earned the right to say I’m rich off what I write today
    And stickin’ to my cheese like a microwave
    Broke ****** they don’t like us they don’t wanna fight
    Shout out to Max cuz you could never ride the wave but me I got the title
    OG kush in my joint, Ooo, all my ****** on point, Ooo
    Ride around reppin’ that gang, T.G.O.D. come join
    You ****** do a show there and don’t get no love
    I sell a hundred thousand tickets when I show up
    They say the game done changed
    Well that mean, you need to change too
    And stop with all that ****in’ hatin
    Cuz that’s what **********in’ lames do
    [Verse 3: Smoke DZA]
    Rightt
    You ain't the only ***** gettin’ money got it down to a science
    Big *****, bank teller, think I play for the Giants
    Dead fresh, walk by and get a moment of silence
    Don’t be mad because we livin’ dog, be mad at the Mayans
    Riding deciding live maine or peeking
    Who said hustlers can’t be king
    Wrists got crowns on 'em bad hoes is beasting mista
    Slide the first day, instant upgrade
    Thompson my jacket, Black Label my denims
    Very rare my kicks, this petty cash that I’m spendin’
    With the rich folks bout to blend in
    Got a obsession for this game Bob Lemon
    Gangsta, hustla, **** I bleed it, keep these ****** heated
    I don’t do reservations I walk in and get seated
    Best believe it this harlem kids the meanest
    Trippy stickin’ at the table smell the smoke but they don’t see it
    [Hook x1]
  • [Hook]
    You thought you were the only one ballin'
    You thought you were the only one slabbed out
    You thought you were the only pimpin'
    In the V.I with the broads and they ass out
    You thought you were the only one...
    Naww playa..
    You thought you were the only one...
    Naww playa..
    [Verse 1: Big K.R.I.T.]
    Now I apply pressure, yessuh, gold on my dresser
    Effortlessly perfected this pimpin' to the neck up
    And with it, I can dress up, any pro into a pretzel
    Figure 'fore she figure more **** might destroy her vessel
    Mo'-mo'-most not the lesser, it's high to my worth
    Cuz the last time I tripped ova ***** 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 till it burst
    Wood grain in my wheel, princess cut in my grill
    Butter fly my steak, shrimp and lobster on chill
    Do it how I feel, cuz doin' what you love won't hurt ya
    Plus an L7 could never understand the complexity of my circle
    Or the dynamics of a twerker, or the inner workings of a squirter
    Its like chemistry with this codeine, two parts cup one purple
    3 more time that's charm, bad ***** on my arm
    Come and go as I please, whole world in my palm
    Hook:1x
    [Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
    Chocolate-chip cookies on my tray
    True stoner I get high just as sure as the sun come up to light up the day
    A real boss up in the game don’t have to pay to play
    We burnin’ down come smoke a pound I’m just a flight away
    I earned the right to say I’m rich off what I write today
    And stickin’ to my cheese like a microwave
    Broke ****** they don’t like us they don’t wanna fight
    Shout out to Max cuz you could never ride the wave but me I got the title
    OG kush in my joint, Ooo, all my ****** on point, Ooo
    Ride around reppin’ that gang, T.G.O.D. come join
    You ****** do a show there and don’t get no love
    I sell a hundred thousand tickets when I show up
    They say the game done changed
    Well that mean, you need to change too
    And stop with all that ****in’ hatin
    Cuz that’s what **********in’ lames do
    [Verse 3: Smoke DZA]
    Rightt
    You ain't the only ***** gettin’ money got it down to a science
    Big *****, bank teller, think I play for the Giants
    Dead fresh, walk by and get a moment of silence
    Don’t be mad because we livin’ dog, be mad at the Mayans
    Riding deciding live maine or peeking
    Who said hustlers can’t be king
    Wrists got crowns on 'em bad hoes is beasting mista
    Slide the first day, instant upgrade
    Thompson my jacket, Black Label my denims
    Very rare my kicks, this petty cash that I’m spendin’
    With the rich folks bout to blend in
    Got a obsession for this game Bob Lemon
    Gangsta, hustla, **** I bleed it, keep these ****** heated
    I don’t do reservations I walk in and get seated
    Best believe it this harlem kids the meanest
    Trippy stickin’ at the table smell the smoke but they don’t see it
    [Hook x1]