Tyla Yaweh - I Got Ones lyrics

[Chorus: Tyla Yaweh] I got racks with a gat 'cause my pockets really swollen When she dip with the split and I really heard she swallow Like the flick of my wrist, got a ass, work in motion When I pull out the racks, got her wet like an ocean I got ones, I got ones, I got ones, I got ones I got ones, I got ones, I got ones (I'ma throw it on 'em) I got ones, I got ones, I got ones, I got ones I got ones, I got ones, I got ones (I'ma throw it on 'em) [Verse 1: Tyla Yaweh] I made a lotta millions off of rap This little mama try to take my sack I told her that she gotta throw it back If she got a problem, yeah, she gotta solve that I told little mama, yeah, freak my sh*t Drive the boat, little mama, yeah, she stay gettin' lit 2-2-3 make you bleed, hit your chest, take a knee Stay ten toes on my feet, counting racks, celery Yeah, I just made a touch down, you hatin' 'cause I'm up now This b*tch, she just have bust down, she gonna su*k me up now I'm up a hundred figures, stay litty with my ni**as I'm fu*kin' on your sister, I pass it to my ni**as [Chorus: Tyla Yaweh] I got racks with a gat 'cause my pockets really swollen When she dip with the split and I really heard she swallow Like the flick of my wrist, got a ass, work in motion When I pull out the racks, got her wet like an ocean I got ones, I got ones, I got ones, I got ones I got ones, I got ones, I got ones (I'ma throw it on 'em) I got ones, I got ones, I got ones, I got ones I got ones, I got ones, I got ones (I'ma throw it on 'em) [Verse 2: DDG] DDG be poppin' off, relationship is on and off So shorty finna su*k me off 'cause she know I'm a fu*kin' boss (Yeah, yeah, yeah) And I ain't even gotta talk, she off the molly, snorting chalk Order me a Rolls Royce, they finna come and drop it off (Cheah) Blew shorty back out, she told she gon' walk it off (Uh-huh) I be on Rodeo blind shoppin', I don't check the cost Any b*tch that pass me up, I promise that's your fu*kin' loss (b*tch) You ain't even got no good pussy, I was going soft (Ha ha) He was talkin' tough, his mistake, (Yeah, chea, ayy) Thirty on the head for the snakes (Yeah, chea, boom) If I'm in the club, hoes gon' need a rake I got six bad hoes in the Wraith, yeah (Bow bow bow) [Chorus: Tyla Yaweh] I got racks with a gat 'cause my pockets really swollen When she dip with the split and I really heard she swallow Like the flick of my wrist, got a ass, work in motion When I pull out the racks, got her wet like an ocean I got ones, I got ones, I got ones, I got ones I got ones, I got ones, I got ones (I'ma throw it on 'em) I got ones, I got ones, I got ones, I got ones I got ones, I got ones, I got ones (I'ma throw it on 'em)