The Madd Rapper and Oh! Ficial - Not the One

Alright to my niggas
Alright

When I had no dough, I had no ride
You wouldn't even talk to me
Now I got a record deal
When my Bapes is right
Now you want to fuck with me (To all my dogs)
I said, "No, bitch, I’m not the one"
You can't win your game on me
So I spend my dope on some money hoe (yeah)
When now I get the pay for free
(Uh, uh, uh, uh)

All of a sudden now she's on my dick
Was in the sound factory
When she heard my shit
We met a few times before, I knew her girl
Lenore told Lenore I couldn’t score
Too rugged and raw
But once girlfriend heard I did the benjamins
And that I rolled with Puff Daddy
And all his friends and them
And that I moving on up like George Jefferson
(Girl, I fucked him way back
But I'll fuck him again)
So she casually walked by me
Winked her eye, showed her thigh
She wants to talk to me
I caught your drift, you caught
My sniff, you smelling sweet, boo
And for the fifth or sixth
Time: nice to meet you
So she wants to talk about shit
I don't give a fuck about
All I want to know if we fuckin', boo
What time we out?
My truck's out front with TVs in it
And if I ain't fucking you tonight like BIG
I ain't with it

When I had no dough, I had no ride
You wouldn't even talk to me
Now I got a record deal
When my Bapes is right
Now you want to fuck with me (Smile)
I said, "No, bitch, I’m not the one"
You can’t win your game on me (yeah)
So I spend my dope on some money, hoe
(They come in all shapes and sizes)
When now I get the pay for free
(You know what I'm saying? Even
When they got it)

I met this bad rich bitch
Bank account on swoll
Said she loves to get high
But don’t know how to roll
So y'all know me, always on my JOB
And since she keep a nigga high
The blunt stays on me
5'5", chinky eyes like Nia Long
Says she gets horny when she hears my song
Hmm she got a team of hoes
Fine, but dirty and rotten they scheming hoes
Says she saw me in my videos minked out
Blue face rolly, cuban linked out
Detroit player style, pinked out
At bar buying the drinks out
That's how players do
Wait in line and I’ll be playing you
Here's the keys to room 112
Where I'll be slaying you
And disobeying you
Getting you before you get me
Shit, I'll pay for a cab, bitch
Pussy was free

When I had no dough, I had no ride
You wouldn't even talk to me
Now I got a record deal
When my Bapes is right
Now you want to fuck with me
(We gotta get his money)
I said, "No, bitch, I'm not the one"
You can't win your game on me
(Can't win your game on me, baby)
So I spend my dope on some money, hoe
When now I get the pay for free

When I had no dough, I had no ride
You wouldn't even talk to me
(You wouldn't even fuck with me)
Now I got a record deal
When my Bapes is right
Now you want to fuck with me

– I'm keeping it real you
Cut off everything you say, but in your head
You finish the statement
But you end it with "you
Know what I'm saying"
– But you know what I'm saying already
– We, we, but we gotta figure it out is what
I'm saying you don't be saying
What you be meaning or you don't
Completely say what you be saying
– But you know what I'm
Saying without me saying it
– yeah, but I gotta, I gotta
Go to math class or some, i gotta
Go another school to figure it out, like
I, you know, when I speak
I speak directly at a nigga, like
Yo, yo, I want, I'm hungry, i'd
Like something to eat you be like
You be like yo like yo
Your stomach ain't kinda like hurting like

Written by:
Gary Geld, Peter Udell

Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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