Текст песни One Nation - O.N.E. , Yung Jay , Travisjamel , Kipp Piles , B. Dukes

This one's for the money
True
This one's for the money
True yeah
This one's for the money
True Yeah
This one's for the money
True

Only right before I start i scream free Meek Milly
Swag is Biggie mixed with Gillie
Can't forget Big Willie know them birds fly south Philly
Really i put on for my city
Let me show ya how to greet me when ya meet me
When ya see me ya know how to holla One Nation
All these women wanna eat me freak me
Instagram made it too easy
I'mma real emcee yeah I might control her
Buy stock for the low before the prices go up
Speak one language but when that foreign roll up
All my price quotes turn to told ya's
Roll ya pennies up save ya quarters
Wanna play it safe go and buy a Toyota
Or better yet a Volvo Milf Time she turning 34
No love for 12 unless its Jays 444
Who pay the light bill all this plug talk
Thought y'all was Med students all this drug talk
Like ya data limit shawty we gone run it up
Number 1 one of one
Even when we in a drought we bring em out
Quarter ticket half a ticket for a house
I ain't from the show me state but showing out
Can't holla at these girls no more they'll air ya out
And ya know 1 to 10 on a scale in her fourties she's a Niner
That's a gold nugget for my Hip-Hop minors
That's forreal pimpin better guard ya grill pimpin
Slap you with that powder y'all know KP still pimpin

I wanna be your favorite one
I wanna be your favorite one
All praises due you made me one
I wanna be your favorite one
Ya favorite one yeah

One Nation with the sauce
Bad Chick shawty imma knock her off
They hating on me got me feeling like Ross
I get it poppin young king of course
Please pardon me I didn't mean to flaunt
But I can buy you anything ya want
Everything we got worked real hard to get it
Young nigga with the sauce yeah got me dripping
Hey we done been in line for a long time
We stayed persistent it was just the wrong time
Can't listen to the people that a complain
Cause in the end the haters always remain
We be working hard everyday
Look around you'll see a fraud every way
I'm the champ tell me why you wanna play
You don't like it get the up out the way

I'm a once in a lifetime artist
Man I put that on my son and my father
Took a break just to get my bag larger
Now I'm back jumping on these tracks harder
Tryna make a couple mil so I can live right
I talk that shit because I feel like
I'm better than Pac Nas and Biggie
Cole Kendrick and Drizzy
Hova can get rolled over man fuck you if you don't feel me forreal
I ain't into the perky's or the xannies
I'm more into drinking Henn and fucking on a baddie
Tryna put my team on the stage at the Grammy's
And make that kind of cake that's gone feed our whole family

One Nation under God
This southern conglomerate go so fucking hard
Niggas sleep and we up late they snooze hard
Hungry for the work we make jobs and take jobs
Running red lights can't stop need a brake job
Mushing bad bitches cause I'm taken and I hate snobs
Say she want a sugar daddy told that hoe to date Rob
Watch that thirst watch that purse I'm gutter but my date robs
All about that money I been tryna keep it righteous
But my mama want a house and my baby want some diamonds
I just wanna make this music and stay high as Frankie Lymon
Making hits with my ones secluded on private islands
Make a difference on the inland as Benjamins keep on piling
Keep it solid for the ones who ain't here keep em smiling
There's your answer if you niggas ever question why I'm wildin