One Way - Outlawz, Chamillionaire

White tee money gang

We staying with the fitted on

Pockets on rose,?

tryna get it on

Lounging, dirty Sprite, even dirtier

Thoughts on how to come up on a Thursday night

If it ain’t about bread I don’t

Kick no knowledge.

You wanna learn something?

Take your broke ass to college

I ain’t a role model, crack don’t stop

Money then we money grabbing back up top

But naw, I ain’t flashing mine, see me

Flash my rings, waving a hammer

Like a glass of wine.

What else?

It’s MOE, I told the judge I ain’t budge

It’s either him or me

One way in, one way out

In this hood, you gotta plan your way out

Streets is a maze, if you make it out

Just tryna get paid, it’s a

Muthafuckin drought.

It’s so easy

To be all about my money living

In these days, niggas tryna get

Something from me, but no.

I know, I know.

Sucka niggas is blonde bimbos

Edie Hathaway, I’m jumping out the window

Act like the beats dropping like Timbo

Land like we flying, crash like cymbals

Look here, I’m bossed up in my Outlaw

Outwear, telling niggas out my chair

Yeah, warrior shit and ain’t a foot

In glorious shit, getting to the money

Down to get more of this shit

Cause we hustle all day and all night

And we ain’t stopping til we get it right

C’mon!

Cause we hustle all day and all night

And we ain’t stopping til we get it right

Shorty, better than I could tell you

If you really from the hood

Every ghetto is familiar

Everybody struggling, everybody hustling

Tryna make ends' meet, gotta lay out 6 feet

On your knees, I’mma get a list

I ain’t trickin on these bitches

With a stack of my business

Let’s get it!

When you doing good

Everybody fucking with you

When that drought hit, ain’t

Nobody fucking with you

I’m just tryna paint a picture here

So you could see.

Real niggas can make it

It’s up to you and me

Tryna find thoughts, insane, no love

In the land of the lost

I’mma get mine

One way in, one way out

In this hood, you gotta plan your way out

Streets is a maze, if you make it out

Just tryna get paid, it’s a

Muthafuckin drought.

It’s so easy

To be all about my money living

In these days, niggas tryna get

Something from me, but no.

The birds fly South, but I was headed North

Watching while my parents dealing with divorce

Also was watching Diddy chilling in The Source

Thinking that I’m about to get it

Bout to kill a corpse.

They say the court

Was the better way to get abortion

I said of course, but everybody isn’t good at sports

Can’t get endorsed when you always

Sitting in the courts

And anyway, the money love me like it’s intercourse

So now I gotta get a voice

I gotta hop up out the hoopty and

Go get a Royce, government make you

Feel like you don’t get a choice, pass the torch

And when we coming for you?