One of a Kind

Run it from the top We in the studio Sippin' on some bullshit I know ain't no damn problem We won't put no hands on em Tell a bitch nigga if he get too close, then we gon' put them blams on him I don't want no damn problems I ain't see a thing, your Honor We sit back, smoke marijuana I know you can smell it on me I know ain't no damn problem We won't put no hands on em Tell a bitch nigga if he get too close, then we gon' put them blams on him I don't want no damn problems I ain't see a thing, your Honor We sit back, smoke marijuana I know you can smell it on me I can do kickbacks, I don't do the clubs That's a bottom line Nigga tryna chase big racks with a sick bitch That'll swallow mine She be tweakin', she be outta line I be tweakin', I be paranoid I'm bout my shit, turnin' into caution signs When it come to mine I'm feelin' high and I'm swervin' I feel like I'm off the earth Knowin' that thot hoe stay open She be poppin' all of them percs I been wakin' up in my Birkin All these instrumentals get murked Don't know which way that I'm turnin', She still picture perfect in person Yeah, yeah, yeah I gave it some time, I read through the lines I'm seein' the truth but ignoring the lies Took me a minute to open the blinds But me and my money are one of a kind I would never ever sell my soul That trap shit gettin' hella old I'm forever cold and I never fold You can say I will but I bet I won't I gave it some time, I read through the lines I'm seein' the truth but ignoring the lies Took me a minute to open the blinds But me and my money are one of a kind I would never ever sell my soul That trap shit gettin' hella old I'm forever cold and I never fold You can say I will but I bet I won't I know ain't no damn problem We won't put no hands on em Tell a bitch nigga if he get too close, then we gon' put them blams on him I don't want no damn problems I ain't see a thing, your Honor We sit back, smoke marijuana I know you can smell it on me I know ain't no damn problem We won't put no hands on em Tell a bitch nigga if he get too close, then we gon' put them blams on him I don't want no damn problems I ain't see a thing, your Honor We sit back, smoke marijuana I know you can smell it on me That's the bottom line That's the bottom line I be tweakin' I be paranoid