One way call, coming for it all
Gotta stay high, baby
Gotta stay high, baby
Nike air force on me, I can teach you how to fly
I'm not no angel, but I got my wings
Now I'm soaring through the skies
Like a jet, I take off
Seen the future, soon as I took my mask off
Speeding in these fast cars
Hoping I don't crash and burn like it's NASCAR
Mmm, cement how I pave the way
Crashing on the shores like tsunami waves, yeah yeah
I'm feeling exotic, brand new paint
Calling on the landline
Because I got the one way, oh yeah
One way call, I'm coming for it all
All I gotta do is press the button, gotta pick up the phone
I got the money counter, as my ringtone
Cause you know I make it all
Never say never, better late than never
Gotta stay high
Got me bouncing back like some batarangs
Got me going in circles like it's Saturn rings
Robert Horry, seven rings
On demand like Sudden-link
Infinite energy, I can go on and on
That shit look like a figure eight
Let me catch my breath
Gotta cool down, I gotta refrigerate
I be running laps around this beat
It reminds me of a foot race
There's nothing you can't really say
Gotta hop back on this track and pick up the pace
Oh yeah
Ain't it typical, these bitches love to hate
But hate to show me love
But I can't get enough
It's the same hoes who doubted on me, tryna suck me up
It's the same niggas who turned on me and tryna set me up
One way call, I'm coming for it all
All I gotta do is press the button, gotta pick up the phone
I got the money counter, as my ringtone
Cause you know I make it all
Never say never, better late than never
Gotta stay high
Tell me what you want, tell me what you need
I got that flaming hot shit
Heh, 800 degrees
I'm the brand new Tony Stark
Cause I got the iron on me
Y'all can never tell me how to change about this shit
I won't stop till I get rich
I put that on my future kids
They thought I couldn't make it
Told me I done reached my peak
But Friday is my payday
This shit ain't for the weak
Now I'm laughing to the bank
With a hefty check
Smile, hit them hard
Teeth V-V-S, Johc triple X
Say my name with respect
Or you get drilled like a porno set
Applying the pressure to these niggas necks
Caught a swan, I was from France
How the way I stack up my baguettes
Word to my ex, incoming call
There's a toll to collect
Big X shit
One way call, coming for it all
Gotta stay high, baby
Gotta stay high, baby
Johc X - One Way Call (Bonus) Lyrics
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English
One way call, coming for it all
Gotta stay high, baby
Gotta stay high, baby
Nike air force on me, I can teach you how to fly
I'm not no angel, but I got my wings
Now I'm soaring through the skies
Like a jet, I take off
Seen the future, soon as I took my mask off
Speeding in these fast cars
Hoping I don't crash and burn like it's NASCAR
Mmm, cement how I pave the way
Crashing on the shores like tsunami waves, yeah yeah
I'm feeling exotic, brand new paint
Calling on the landline
Because I got the one way, oh yeah
One way call, I'm coming for it all
All I gotta do is press the button, gotta pick up the phone
I got the money counter, as my ringtone
Cause you know I make it all
Never say never, better late than never
Gotta stay high
Got me bouncing back like some batarangs
Got me going in circles like it's Saturn rings
Robert Horry, seven rings
On demand like Sudden-link
Infinite energy, I can go on and on
That shit look like a figure eight
Let me catch my breath
Gotta cool down, I gotta refrigerate
I be running laps around this beat
It reminds me of a foot race
There's nothing you can't really say
Gotta hop back on this track and pick up the pace
Oh yeah
Ain't it typical, these bitches love to hate
But hate to show me love
But I can't get enough
It's the same hoes who doubted on me, tryna suck me up
It's the same niggas who turned on me and tryna set me up
One way call, I'm coming for it all
All I gotta do is press the button, gotta pick up the phone
I got the money counter, as my ringtone
Cause you know I make it all
Never say never, better late than never
Gotta stay high
Tell me what you want, tell me what you need
I got that flaming hot shit
Heh, 800 degrees
I'm the brand new Tony Stark
Cause I got the iron on me
Y'all can never tell me how to change about this shit
I won't stop till I get rich
I put that on my future kids
They thought I couldn't make it
Told me I done reached my peak
But Friday is my payday
This shit ain't for the weak
Now I'm laughing to the bank
With a hefty check
Smile, hit them hard
Teeth V-V-S, Johc triple X
Say my name with respect
Or you get drilled like a porno set
Applying the pressure to these niggas necks
Caught a swan, I was from France
How the way I stack up my baguettes
Word to my ex, incoming call
There's a toll to collect
Big X shit
One way call, coming for it all
Gotta stay high, baby
Gotta stay high, baby
Gotta stay high, baby
Gotta stay high, baby
Nike air force on me, I can teach you how to fly
I'm not no angel, but I got my wings
Now I'm soaring through the skies
Like a jet, I take off
Seen the future, soon as I took my mask off
Speeding in these fast cars
Hoping I don't crash and burn like it's NASCAR
Mmm, cement how I pave the way
Crashing on the shores like tsunami waves, yeah yeah
I'm feeling exotic, brand new paint
Calling on the landline
Because I got the one way, oh yeah
One way call, I'm coming for it all
All I gotta do is press the button, gotta pick up the phone
I got the money counter, as my ringtone
Cause you know I make it all
Never say never, better late than never
Gotta stay high
Got me bouncing back like some batarangs
Got me going in circles like it's Saturn rings
Robert Horry, seven rings
On demand like Sudden-link
Infinite energy, I can go on and on
That shit look like a figure eight
Let me catch my breath
Gotta cool down, I gotta refrigerate
I be running laps around this beat
It reminds me of a foot race
There's nothing you can't really say
Gotta hop back on this track and pick up the pace
Oh yeah
Ain't it typical, these bitches love to hate
But hate to show me love
But I can't get enough
It's the same hoes who doubted on me, tryna suck me up
It's the same niggas who turned on me and tryna set me up
One way call, I'm coming for it all
All I gotta do is press the button, gotta pick up the phone
I got the money counter, as my ringtone
Cause you know I make it all
Never say never, better late than never
Gotta stay high
Tell me what you want, tell me what you need
I got that flaming hot shit
Heh, 800 degrees
I'm the brand new Tony Stark
Cause I got the iron on me
Y'all can never tell me how to change about this shit
I won't stop till I get rich
I put that on my future kids
They thought I couldn't make it
Told me I done reached my peak
But Friday is my payday
This shit ain't for the weak
Now I'm laughing to the bank
With a hefty check
Smile, hit them hard
Teeth V-V-S, Johc triple X
Say my name with respect
Or you get drilled like a porno set
Applying the pressure to these niggas necks
Caught a swan, I was from France
How the way I stack up my baguettes
Word to my ex, incoming call
There's a toll to collect
Big X shit
One way call, coming for it all
Gotta stay high, baby
Gotta stay high, baby
Writer: James Green
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid