I be working all the time all the time
So baby if you fine
Hit my line hit my line
Yeah, I got money on my mind
So I'm looking for a dime
If you down to fuck
We can wine and dine
But don't think that
Your the only one only one
Buncha models in my Dm
I see 'em every weekend
But still they
Not the only one only one
Muhfucka you ain't wavy like me
Boy I think I might be

The only one, only one, yeah
Only one, only one
The only one, only one, yeah
Only one, only one

They hate to see the boy win
Yeah They wanna bury me
But haters only motivate me
No they do no worry me
At the present time
I continue getting currency
I'm lookin' of that stop you
At the airport security
Bomb pussy, bomb pussy
All my homies, yeah
They ride with me, ride with me
All them snake, yeah
They lie to me, lie to me
If you fucking with me
Vibe with me, vibe with me
Seattle 2 Seoul what I rep, yeah
Every step
Every city I go, salute, yeah
Mutual respect
Aomg 'till the death
I don't be waiting in line
But you better believe that I'm next
And if you get up in my way
We stepping on yo neck

And if you don't know
Muhfucka you about to find out
We about to blow
Bigger than you ever could imagine
I be working all the time, all the time
So baby, if you fine
Hit my line, hit my line
Yeah I got money, on my mind
So I'm looking for a dime
If you down to fuck
We can wine and dine
But don't think that
Your the only one, only one
Buncha models in my Dm
I see 'em every weekend
But still they not the only one, only one
Muhfucka you ain't wavy like me
Boy I think I might be

The only one, only one, yeah
Only one, only one
The only one, only one, yeah
Only one, only one

When I was just a youngin
I had only one
I was a virgin, got a baby
Fuckin only once
My momma said be careful child
'Cause you my only son
You got a crazy life to live
But you got only one
So I'm Hittin' these Joogs on the low
Keepin' my pole
Everywhere that I go
Snakes in this jungle around
Watchin' my steps
Buildin' relationships slow
People be fake for a while
But the more steps you get in
All that fake shit'll show
I keep that machete on me
Wackin' these weeds
Keepin all of my grass low
Hit the block and then we mob out
Sleepin' I don't know what that about
I'm from the district
Where them choppers out
I'm from the city
They don't talk about
Just hoppin' out then we poppin' out
Even cops around
They just chalk it down

And if you don't know
Muhfucka you about to find out
We about to blow
Bigger than you ever could imagine

I be working all the time, all the time
So baby if you fine
Hit my line, hit my line
Yeah I got money on my mind
So I'm looking for a dime
If you down to fuck
We can wine and dine
But don't think that
Your the only one, only one
Buncha models in my Dm
I see 'em every weekend
But still they not the only one, only one
Muhfucka you ain't wavy
like me boy I think I might be
The only one, only one, yeah
Only one, only one
The only one, only one, yeah
Only one, only one