Huh, huh, huh, huh (yeah, yeah)
Huh, huh, huh, huh (you got lucky I ain't f*ck you up)
Huh, huh, huh, huh (John Gotitt) (you got lucky I ain't hit your bitch)
Yeah, somebody like me hittin' your bitch, you shouldn't be trippin' (you shouldn't)
Shit, I'm supportin' the household, me and your ho' run the business (run the business)
I'm motivate her to know I made a million out the trenches (a million)
Feel good bein' around a nigga in his bag and not his feelings
Too much talkin', not enough listenin' (shh), we not competition
I'm off G6s, drivin' somethin' four-fifty, it ain't rented
She was shy, I told her, "Look me in my eye while I'm diggin'"
Nigga lucky I ain't lick her (mwah), and you lucky I don't miss her (mwah)
If I did, she'll be with me, phone on DND, playin' sleep
She'll call back when I leave, f*ck around call her ass for 'em keys
And that lil' money you owe her for when you tried to flip that weed
Look at Gee on BET, pockets stuffed, a hundred G's, I had to up a size in jeans
It's the one and only EST
Make sure it's somethin' 'bout some money when you mention me
She say I stayed at the La Quinta when y'all went OT
I got her down here sneakin' pictures, presidential suite
Me and her quit f*ckin', kept gettin' money, it's better chemistry
Me and her quit f*ckin', that's why she tellin' me, "Shut up, go to sleep"
Me and her quit f*ckin', I'm whippin' her brother, feel like he told her, "Leave"
You know I'm tore up 'bout that pussy, bae, quit playin' with me
Yeah, yeah, Lambs and Rolls, cars I own
Please don't call me 'bout no ho
Tourin' shows, life on the road
Bitch, you might can't get me, but you sure can get the bro's
Make her stand out in the cold, in a vicious winter
Her Uber trippin', if she call you, you gon' come and get her
Why every time she in Miami now, you go there with her?
Why every time she grab her phone and smile, you act suspicious?
You know she get to sloppy spittin' when she get off that liquor
Put her head down and just go for it like it's fourth and inches
I made a motion picture with her like I'm Cole Bennett
He picked the phone up and I laughed soon as he asked, "Who is it?" (You know who it is)
It's the one and only EST
Make sure it's somethin' 'bout some money when you mention me
She say I stayed at the La Quinta when y'all went OT
I got her down here sneakin' pictures, presidential suite
Me and her quit f*ckin', kept gettin' money, it's better chemistry
Me and her quit f*ckin', that's why she tellin' me, "Shut up, go to sleep"
Me and her quit f*ckin', I'm whippin' her brother, feel like he told her, "Leave"
You know I'm tore up 'bout that pussy, bae, quit playin' with me
THE ONE & ONLY Video (MV)
Performed By: EST Gee
Language: English
Length: 2:20
Written by: George Stone III, Harald Hjermann Sorebo, Jeremiah Tesfaye, John Carlos Ramirez
EST Gee - THE ONE & ONLY Lyrics
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Huh, huh, huh, huh (yeah, yeah)
Huh, huh, huh, huh (you got lucky I ain't f*ck you up)
Huh, huh, huh, huh (John Gotitt) (you got lucky I ain't hit your bitch)
Yeah, somebody like me hittin' your bitch, you shouldn't be trippin' (you shouldn't)
Shit, I'm supportin' the household, me and your ho' run the business (run the business)
I'm motivate her to know I made a million out the trenches (a million)
Feel good bein' around a nigga in his bag and not his feelings
Too much talkin', not enough listenin' (shh), we not competition
I'm off G6s, drivin' somethin' four-fifty, it ain't rented
She was shy, I told her, "Look me in my eye while I'm diggin'"
Nigga lucky I ain't lick her (mwah), and you lucky I don't miss her (mwah)
If I did, she'll be with me, phone on DND, playin' sleep
She'll call back when I leave, f*ck around call her ass for 'em keys
And that lil' money you owe her for when you tried to flip that weed
Look at Gee on BET, pockets stuffed, a hundred G's, I had to up a size in jeans
It's the one and only EST
Make sure it's somethin' 'bout some money when you mention me
She say I stayed at the La Quinta when y'all went OT
I got her down here sneakin' pictures, presidential suite
Me and her quit f*ckin', kept gettin' money, it's better chemistry
Me and her quit f*ckin', that's why she tellin' me, "Shut up, go to sleep"
Me and her quit f*ckin', I'm whippin' her brother, feel like he told her, "Leave"
You know I'm tore up 'bout that pussy, bae, quit playin' with me
Yeah, yeah, Lambs and Rolls, cars I own
Please don't call me 'bout no ho
Tourin' shows, life on the road
Bitch, you might can't get me, but you sure can get the bro's
Make her stand out in the cold, in a vicious winter
Her Uber trippin', if she call you, you gon' come and get her
Why every time she in Miami now, you go there with her?
Why every time she grab her phone and smile, you act suspicious?
You know she get to sloppy spittin' when she get off that liquor
Put her head down and just go for it like it's fourth and inches
I made a motion picture with her like I'm Cole Bennett
He picked the phone up and I laughed soon as he asked, "Who is it?" (You know who it is)
It's the one and only EST
Make sure it's somethin' 'bout some money when you mention me
She say I stayed at the La Quinta when y'all went OT
I got her down here sneakin' pictures, presidential suite
Me and her quit f*ckin', kept gettin' money, it's better chemistry
Me and her quit f*ckin', that's why she tellin' me, "Shut up, go to sleep"
Me and her quit f*ckin', I'm whippin' her brother, feel like he told her, "Leave"
You know I'm tore up 'bout that pussy, bae, quit playin' with me
Huh, huh, huh, huh (you got lucky I ain't f*ck you up)
Huh, huh, huh, huh (John Gotitt) (you got lucky I ain't hit your bitch)
Yeah, somebody like me hittin' your bitch, you shouldn't be trippin' (you shouldn't)
Shit, I'm supportin' the household, me and your ho' run the business (run the business)
I'm motivate her to know I made a million out the trenches (a million)
Feel good bein' around a nigga in his bag and not his feelings
Too much talkin', not enough listenin' (shh), we not competition
I'm off G6s, drivin' somethin' four-fifty, it ain't rented
She was shy, I told her, "Look me in my eye while I'm diggin'"
Nigga lucky I ain't lick her (mwah), and you lucky I don't miss her (mwah)
If I did, she'll be with me, phone on DND, playin' sleep
She'll call back when I leave, f*ck around call her ass for 'em keys
And that lil' money you owe her for when you tried to flip that weed
Look at Gee on BET, pockets stuffed, a hundred G's, I had to up a size in jeans
It's the one and only EST
Make sure it's somethin' 'bout some money when you mention me
She say I stayed at the La Quinta when y'all went OT
I got her down here sneakin' pictures, presidential suite
Me and her quit f*ckin', kept gettin' money, it's better chemistry
Me and her quit f*ckin', that's why she tellin' me, "Shut up, go to sleep"
Me and her quit f*ckin', I'm whippin' her brother, feel like he told her, "Leave"
You know I'm tore up 'bout that pussy, bae, quit playin' with me
Yeah, yeah, Lambs and Rolls, cars I own
Please don't call me 'bout no ho
Tourin' shows, life on the road
Bitch, you might can't get me, but you sure can get the bro's
Make her stand out in the cold, in a vicious winter
Her Uber trippin', if she call you, you gon' come and get her
Why every time she in Miami now, you go there with her?
Why every time she grab her phone and smile, you act suspicious?
You know she get to sloppy spittin' when she get off that liquor
Put her head down and just go for it like it's fourth and inches
I made a motion picture with her like I'm Cole Bennett
He picked the phone up and I laughed soon as he asked, "Who is it?" (You know who it is)
It's the one and only EST
Make sure it's somethin' 'bout some money when you mention me
She say I stayed at the La Quinta when y'all went OT
I got her down here sneakin' pictures, presidential suite
Me and her quit f*ckin', kept gettin' money, it's better chemistry
Me and her quit f*ckin', that's why she tellin' me, "Shut up, go to sleep"
Me and her quit f*ckin', I'm whippin' her brother, feel like he told her, "Leave"
You know I'm tore up 'bout that pussy, bae, quit playin' with me
Writer: George Stone III, Harald Hjermann Sorebo, Jeremiah Tesfaye, John Carlos Ramirez
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.