"The 1" lyrics

[Yella Beezy:]
Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah
Yeah. Yeah. Yeah
Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah

I told that bitch I'm the number after zero
Little bitch, I'm the one
Yeah, you know I've been getting to that paper
Pull up at the dealership and cop the done
Know that we standing on business
If I don't fuck with you, I ain't faking the funk
On a Friday, I count up a fifty
Then go to True Kitchen and eat me some lunch
Tell me some shit I don't know
Show me a ho that ain't want ho
Hey, little baby, that nigga ain't spinning
That nigga be talking, that nigga a roach
She got all these little niggas all up in her DM
But I'm in her throat
I'm gonna get money, nigga, I'm a GOAT
Run that paper, I'm a GOAT

[Trapboy Freddy:]
I've been popping my shit for a minute
I'm back, they finally let me out of prison (Yeah)
I'm back on the mission, right back in the kitchen
Fucking with the pots and the dishes
I'm standing on business, you name it, I seen it
You know how a nigga living
I fucking ducked the right after I touched you
You won't ever catch me in my feelings
Bitch, I'm the one
Get out of line, we gonna roll his ass just like a blunt
I'm in the trap right now, if I ever go back
Better believe it's gonna be for a gun
We having bowls
You can pull up right now and get some dope
Come get some smoke
Hello? We got some loads
Pull up right now, I'm at the door
Let's go!
Fresh out the gate, I went BB and Cuban
Trying to get a new spot behind Rudy's
P.O. tell me to stay out the street
Get in the studio and make me some music
Hold on, hold on, hold on
You know me, I'm gonna do how I do it
Name off the monitor, I'm right back to it
Cool money records, yeah, nigga, I'm the coolest
Nigga playing games, getting smoked like a doobie

[Yella Beezy:]
I told that bitch I'm the number after zero
Little bitch, I'm the one
Yeah, you know I've been getting to that paper
Pull up at the dealership and cop the done
Know that we standing on business
If I don't fuck with you, I ain't faking the funk
On a Friday, I count up a fifty
Then go to True Kitchen and eat me some lunch
Tell me some shit I don't know
Show me a ho that ain't want ho
Hey, little baby, that nigga ain't spinning
That nigga be talking, that nigga a roach
She got all these little niggas all up in her DM
But I'm in her throat
I'm gonna get money, nigga, I'm a GOAT
Run that paper, I'm a GOAT

Bitch I'm the numero uno
Pocket rich, I don't need sumo
I'm toxic, I fuck up the Pluto
I be kicking this shit like a judo
Counting this paper in a two door
Run up that paper, bitch, whoop-ho
They all on my dick like I'm kumo
And all of these bitches, they play me like Cludo
These niggas fans, fans
That last nigga be talking, I do what I want
And you do what you can
The reason these niggas be hating on Yella
Cause I was all in his ho pants, pants
Try to play me like a pussy, you gonna have to fuck around
And pick up your
Don't try to play me like a yellow nigga
Cause I'm laying down
Roach ass nigga, roach ass
Little bitty poor ass nigga, poor ass
Mumbling, slow ass nigga, slow ass
I don't fuck with you ho ass nigga, ho ass
All the niggas really do it, get money
Pull up in the 488, that bitch running
Run up a hundred, go fuck on a hundred
Baby, you fucking a nigga with commas

I told that bitch I'm the number after zero
Little bitch, I'm the one
Yeah, you know I've been getting to that paper
Pull up at the dealership and cop the done
Know that we standing on business
If I don't fuck with you, I ain't faking the funk
On a Friday, I count up a fifty
Then go to True Kitchen and eat me some lunch
Tell me some shit I don't know
Show me a ho that ain't want ho
Hey, little baby, that nigga ain't spinning
That nigga be talking, that nigga a roach
She got all these little niggas all up in her DM
But I'm in her throat
I'm gonna get money, nigga, I'm a GOAT
Run that paper, I'm a GOAT

Go, go, go, go, go