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Rich Homie Quan
Vocals
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Only 1 Scoota
Composer
Dequantes Lamar
Lyrics
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Only 1 Scoota
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Despite how much money I get
Or how much I make off this shit
I still watch them bitches man
Them bitches slimy, bro
To all my young ****
Don't trust these hoes, man (Only1)
Quan tell them how these hoes bang
You might like me for who I am
In love with my money, you just want me 'cause of what I got
I heard them **** was lurking on me
So you know the homie had to get on up in the spot
I spent so long at the bottom, took a elevator to the top
Four, five a.m. riding 'round with the motherfuckin' top
Police pulled me over 'cause he said I need a bra (what?)
'Cause I'm riding 'round topless
New car, new wheel, new brain, new bitch, good brain
She even go to school
Big chopper, big aim
Make his ass shit stain, now I got his ass looking like a fool
I won't even be ashamed if a **** catch me slipping
'Cause I know it ain't shit that I can do
Draco, they got any **** running up on me like I'm a lame ****
I swear, this motherfucker'll shoot
I swear, I swear, I swear, I swear
I swear, I swear
Boy, this shit, uh, shot
I swear, I swear
Lil' bullet, big bullet, silent (shh)
You don't hear nothing
No, No, No, No
I'm ear muff to the bullshit
****, I'on hear nothing (no, no, no)
I'm tryna be the best at what I do
We done came a long way from Section 8
Used to be ramen noodles, now pepper steak (for real)
Pull up on you with that ruger, y'all face the fate
I'm a real ****, but fake is fake
Call me Picasso, I might paint her face
I need some headphones 'cause they screaming so loud
I'm beatin' it up, where is Dr. Dre?
Think you ran off with my money
I got Petey on the corner, and you know he got that choppa waiting
Bitch-ass **** got a lot to say
I love my lawyer she win all my case
All my watches got frosted flakes
I heard he wanna be me, so I brought the bae
Fuck a notebook, I got lots of papers in my pocket, they watching
I never bring sand to the beach
Your ho got her hands on me
Draco, they got any **** running up on me like I'm a lame ****
I swear, this motherfucker'll shoot
I swear, I swear, I swear, I swear
I swear, I swear
Boy, this shit, uh, shot
I swear, I swear
Lil' bullet, big bullet, silent (shh)
You don't hear nothing
No, no, no, no
I'm ear muff to the bullshit
****, I'on hear nothing (no, no, no)
I'm tryna be the best at what I do
****, I'on hear nothing
****, I'on hear nothing
No, no, no, no
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