And 1 ft. 1ma Tee Lyrics

Ja-Jahhlee

I been ballin' hard I think I need a and one

I know my niggas ain't gon' play, I swear they tryna blam sum

She tryna hit my phone, I swear I take these hoes for ransom

Like, where you been? Two timess I miss you, I can't even answer

No I can't do it nah

Money comin' in, every way it's another day

How you pillow talkin' on my name, I swear these niggas gay

Talkin' like they know me, they don't know me, I'm gon' make a way

Got twenty-four, won't send no diss like Kobe they gon' fade away

Me and Cuzzo finna put us on the map it ain't no cap

Young rich niggas havin' motion, I'm a boss it ain't no bap

Say you wanna come tap in, gang gon' plug you for a zap

Brody rock out with that Smith they tryna play they will get slapped

Say they already knowin', next to blow they know I'm flowing

Tryna hop in a foreign, push the gas like where you goin'

Ballin' hard, know I'm scorin' I can't wait until I'm touring

Designer I afford, we send that boy right to the lord

I been ballin' hard I think I need a and one

I know my niggas ain't gon' play, I swear they tryna blam sum

She tryna hit my phone, I swear I take these hoes for ransom

Like, where you been? Two timess I miss you, I can't even answer

No I can't do it na-

Yeah, just made a deposit know he fakin' he don't really got it

Shorty got some mileage hit her once, and act like I forgot it

See my face she get weak in the knees, like she got arthritis

You can keep it P, or keep it Pushin', I like to keep it Private

Niggas really fans wanna be my friends, but they diss on the net

I don't know nun bout you or nun bout your crew, but I'ma die for my respect

I'm tryna stack up the pape for the fam and the guys, or to fly yo chick out on the jet

He told me he'd get me touch, fore I get him touched, I didn't reply but it's a bet!

These niggas quick to go live, get tough with they guys , but can't even show me a check

I did some things around friends, I got em in pan, she told me she wanna be next

Yeah, might hit his block in a trackhawk, he try to get on me, this chop make em back off

I'm not a regular rapper, she got on my phone, so I had to pass her off

Brody took the shot, and he score called that and one

Finna hit they block, get to blowing, I'm tryna fan sum

I walked in the room, she looked at me and said "I'm handsome"

He think that I had forgot back then when we used to pants em

I been ballin' hard I think I need a and one

I know my niggas ain't gon' play, I swear they tryna blam sum

She tryna hit my phone, I swear I take these hoes for ransom

Like, where you been? Two timess I miss you, I can't even answer

No I can't do it nah

Money comin' in, every way it's another day

How you pillow talkin' on my name, I swear these niggas gay

Talkin' like they know me, they don't know me, I'm gon' make a way

Got twenty-four, won't send no diss like Kobe they gon' fade away