Cry bout a bitch, nah couldn't be
I'mma leave it to you bro
Said I been him, that guy, that's me
Don't need no cluedo
I don't need you, no dos, or tres
Cause I'm numero uno
You know my wallet got different colours
It's coming like UNO
Too many clones who's who?
I just do me, while you hate to be you
Money or pussy didn't know what to choose
So I went and got both, man it sucks to be you
No fake talkin' round me
No bitch talkin' round me
Wearing my shoes couldn't walk it like me
You can follow my gram, while I follow my dreams
What you say on IG, you ain't done in real life
Till I get a Rolex, I ain't got no time
Babygirl I need cheques, not sex, don't hit my line
If it ain't bout cash then the call is declined
Progression
I don't need a bitch tryna tell me bout depression
Progression
I don't need a bitch tryna tell me bout depression
No fake talkin' round me, no bitch talkin' round me
Wearing my shoes couldn't walk it like me
You can follow my gram, while I follow my dreams
While I follow my cream, you can hate like a bitch
I can see through fakes, I predicted the switch
Now I really roll solo, I'm out of the mix
Get my voddy out the bottle, I don't ever use mix
Cry bout a bitch, nah couldn't be
I'mma leave it to you bro
Said I been him, that guy, that's me
Don't need no cluedo
I don't need you, no dos, or tres
Cause I'm numero uno
You know my wallet got different colours
It's coming like UNO
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Cry bout a bitch, nah couldn't be
I'mma leave it to you bro
Said I been him, that guy, that's me
Don't need no cluedo
I don't need you, no dos, or tres
Cause I'm numero uno
You know my wallet got different colours
It's coming like UNO
Too many clones who's who?
I just do me, while you hate to be you
Money or pussy didn't know what to choose
So I went and got both, man it sucks to be you
No fake talkin' round me
No bitch talkin' round me
Wearing my shoes couldn't walk it like me
You can follow my gram, while I follow my dreams
What you say on IG, you ain't done in real life
Till I get a Rolex, I ain't got no time
Babygirl I need cheques, not sex, don't hit my line
If it ain't bout cash then the call is declined
Progression
I don't need a bitch tryna tell me bout depression
Progression
I don't need a bitch tryna tell me bout depression
No fake talkin' round me, no bitch talkin' round me
Wearing my shoes couldn't walk it like me
You can follow my gram, while I follow my dreams
While I follow my cream, you can hate like a bitch
I can see through fakes, I predicted the switch
Now I really roll solo, I'm out of the mix
Get my voddy out the bottle, I don't ever use mix
Cry bout a bitch, nah couldn't be
I'mma leave it to you bro
Said I been him, that guy, that's me
Don't need no cluedo
I don't need you, no dos, or tres
Cause I'm numero uno
You know my wallet got different colours
It's coming like UNO
I'mma leave it to you bro
Said I been him, that guy, that's me
Don't need no cluedo
I don't need you, no dos, or tres
Cause I'm numero uno
You know my wallet got different colours
It's coming like UNO
Too many clones who's who?
I just do me, while you hate to be you
Money or pussy didn't know what to choose
So I went and got both, man it sucks to be you
No fake talkin' round me
No bitch talkin' round me
Wearing my shoes couldn't walk it like me
You can follow my gram, while I follow my dreams
What you say on IG, you ain't done in real life
Till I get a Rolex, I ain't got no time
Babygirl I need cheques, not sex, don't hit my line
If it ain't bout cash then the call is declined
Progression
I don't need a bitch tryna tell me bout depression
Progression
I don't need a bitch tryna tell me bout depression
No fake talkin' round me, no bitch talkin' round me
Wearing my shoes couldn't walk it like me
You can follow my gram, while I follow my dreams
While I follow my cream, you can hate like a bitch
I can see through fakes, I predicted the switch
Now I really roll solo, I'm out of the mix
Get my voddy out the bottle, I don't ever use mix
Cry bout a bitch, nah couldn't be
I'mma leave it to you bro
Said I been him, that guy, that's me
Don't need no cluedo
I don't need you, no dos, or tres
Cause I'm numero uno
You know my wallet got different colours
It's coming like UNO
Writer: Ellis Martin
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid