Yo Gotti – The One Lyrics

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Intro: Yo Gotti & DJ Drama
(Dee, you poppin’ your shit, nigga)
Gotti, you got one
Yeah, yeah
She the one
Yeah, yeah
She the one (Oh yeah)
Yeah, look
She the one
I gave my bitch a lil’ AmEx and told her to lay back and bought her a Patek too
I’m not comin’ home, I’m gettin’ to the money, bae, so don’t give me no attitude (Yeah)
I might not be holdin’ your hand, but givin’ you bands, I’m nothin’ like your last dude (She the one)
It’s Louboutin heels or Christian Dior of course if I buy her tennis shoes (Gangsta Grillz, you bastards)
She fuckin’ with us?
Yeah, yeah (She won)
She the one
Yeah, yeah (Baby)
She the one
You one of one
Yeah, look (Mr. Thanksgiving)
Verse: Yo Gotti
I gave my bitch a lil’ AmEx and told her to lay back and bought her a Patek too
I’m not comin’ home, I’m gettin’ to the money, bae, so don’t give me no attitude (Yeah)
I might not be holdin’ your hand, but givin’ you bands, I’m nothin’ like your last dude (She the one)
It’s Louboutin heels or Christian Dior of course if I buy her tennis shoes
Can I look you dead in your eye when we sexin’? (Sexin’), ‘cause I’m really into you
Yeah, you give me butterflies in my stomach (You do), like we still in middle school
And you give me nervous vibes when I’m missin’ you, girl, I’m a gangster and you got me kissin’ you
First time, it was some shit I’d never do
(She the one)
Bought her a Wagen, ain’t into braggin’
She want a bag, she know she gettin’ it
She know I ain’t arguin’, I’m talkin’ ‘bout regardless
So all that naggin’, I ain’t with it
I’m in the streets, I gotta get it
She lookin’ sexy, I gotta feel it
She all on the ‘Gram, I’m likin’ her pictures
Better unfollow all them niggas
I’m in the limelight, she in the limelight, whatever
Head on the turnpike, head at the red light, wherever
She say it’s on sight, I say it’s on sight, even better
I get the money, we fuck it off together
Welcome to Memphis, come check out my neighborhood
Come to the trap and see how we really do it (Yup)
First hundred thousand, first ten million
We blew that shit fast, yeah, nigga, we runnin’ through it
Make a wish, I’ll be your genie (I am)
Peerin’ out a Lamborghini (One)
Saint Lucia, no bikini
Baby, fuck me like you mean it (She the one)
Baby, fuck me like you dreamin’
If you wanna roleplay, I’m the wise guy (I am)
I heard all good girls have fantasies of fuckin’ on a bad guy (The one)
Can I watch you count five million in your lingerie?
Fuck a rose, this a Rolls-Royce (Yeah)
Every day like Valentine’s Day (For real)
Know my house like a getaway (Yeah)
Playin’ with you on the interstate
Hit the mall, blow a hundred K
Go to Paris for a dinner date
Start a business, I’ma be the bank
Do it all, never say you can’t
Bedroom, tryna make you faint
Real pressure, what the fuck you think?
Outro: Yo Gotti
She the one (Gangsta Grizzill)
The one
Yeah, nigga, she the one
The one
(Dee, you poppin’ your shit, nigga)
(Dramatic)
She the one
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