Only One (from "Rhythm + Flow" soundtrack)

We got London on da Track
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Let me pop my shit
London, let me pop my shit (Ooh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Let me pop my shit
Ooh, let me pop my shit

Only one to do it, I'm the only one who knew it
Only one influence, I'm the only one they choosing, yeah, yeah
They don't want no problems, problems
They don't want no problems, problems

I came in balling, bitch came in calling
I just have to tie my shoes, 'cause I can't win falling (Skrrt)
Pull up on 'em, make 'em (Work)
All my bitches gotta (Twerk)
I'ma hit 'em (Where it hurt, yeah, yeah, yeah, verse)
Got 'em sick, she need a (Nurse)
Throw the money in my (Purse)
You can hear it in my (Verse)
I'm the shit, I'm the shit
Catch the drip, froze my wrist
Eat it up, leave a tip
In the front like a VIP
Pour the liquor on her tits
Got a check, then made it flip
Double three, then made it six
I just came to pop my shit (Woah, woah, woah)
Now we back at it again (Blaow)
I like 'em both 'cause they twins (Blaow)
I'm going in for the win (Blaow)
I flip the ones into tens, hah

Only one to do it, I'm the only one who knew it
Only one influence, I'm the only one they choosing, yeah, yeah
They don't want no problems, problems
They don't want no problems

I'm in London, got my beat from London

I just be getting dough, if that's something you didn't know (Yeah, yeah)
Roll down the window when I'm getting my blunt rolled (Woo, woo)
Say that they go hard but I never seen them though (Never, never)
I put the pen down when I'm switching my tempo, yeah, yeah
Fuck with my niggas that pulling on triggers that got a hit
I'm going up with the price like I just drive with Lyft (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Paper on paper on paper, I guess I gotta print (Yeah, yeah)
I came from sleeping on floors, you never seen the lint (Yeah, yeah)

Pull up on them niggas, make 'em bob and weave (Skrrt)
We just wanna party, she ain't tryna leave (Skrrt)
We ain't really hearing what you gotta say (Nah)
We ain't really hearing what you gotta say (Nah)
Pull up on them niggas, make 'em bob and weave (Skrrt)
We just wanna party, she ain't tryna leave (Skrrt)
We ain't really hearing what you gotta say (Nah)
We ain't really hearing what you gotta say (Nah)

Fuck it up (Fuck it up), poke it out (Poke it out), yeah, yeah
Another route (Route), want the clout (Clout), yeah, yeah
What they gon' tell me now?
No, they can't smell me, yeah
I got my LV's, yeah
Eat it up, healthy

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Like they know me (Know me)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
They can't hold me (Hold me)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I was lonely (Lonely)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Now they owe me (Owe me)

Fuck it up (Fuck it up), poke it out (Poke it out), yeah, yeah
Another route (Route), want the clout (Clout), yeah, yeah
What they gon' tell me now?
No, they can't smell me, yeah
I got my LV's, yeah
Eat it up, healthy