One 2
By Jay Critch
2020
2:57
Official Music Video
One 2 by Jay Critch
Lyrics & Translation
English
[Jay Critch:]
Aye, aye
I'm like, hold up
I'm like one's for the money
Two for these niggas that switched up
I'm like one's for the money
(Hold up, Spiffy on this mofucker)
I'm like one's for the money
Two for these niggas that switched up
I cannot run out of money, all of my niggas get big bucks
Fuck 'em if they movin' funny, [?] that bag and then pick up
If it's really drama then my shoota', he gunnin'
My shoota' tryna go hit some
That means you end up a victim
I get them racks and I flip them
Run it up' gotta grind hard, won't let my mamma see me in prison
I been finnesin', you want some, gotta take some
He ain't stick to the cheat code, he ain't [?] up, we erased him
I get that bag, yeah, the money, it go with me
Ain't it so sweet, but I'm winnin' this 0 and 3
She in the sheets, the dick in her ovaries
Nigga its a leak, the drip is all over me
You ain't workin', if you really want it then you gotta go get that shit
Remember all them days, where my pockets hurtin' and I had to go hit that lick
There was a lot of times, thought I'd never make it and I gotta admit that shit
But you know that I never quit, yeah, nigga you gotta get it how you live
I got on then put my momma in a crib
We said that we would do it and we did
Now these niggas talkin', they do not exist
Checkin' another bag off the list
I see the money and I'm callin' dibs
Diamonds slow dance, shine like a disco
Grown man, I can't talk to you kids tho
Shorty go down, she doin' the limbo
I'm takin' chances, I had to take a risk
Same team, ain't no new faces
All these new niggas never gave a shit, nah
I'm like one's for the money
Two for these niggas that switched up
I cannot run out of money, all of my niggas get big bucks
Fuck 'em if they movin' funny, [?] that bag and then pick up
If it's really drama then my shoota', he gunnin'
My shoota' tryna go hit some
That means you end up a victim
I get them racks and I flip them
Run it up, gotta grind hard, won't let my mamma see me in prison
I been finnesin', you want some, gotta take some
He ain't stick to the cheat code, he ain't [?] up, we erased him
[Pi'erre Bourne:]
I'ma keep gettin' this money, only on one condition
Gotta get Hanukkah money, this is the tradition
Every year new money, like we get to wishin'
Count up every Sunday, yeah, just like a Christian
She wanna hit like junkie, put her on restriction
I don't think [?] is funny, we all got addictions
Forecast showerin' money, that's just my prediction
I got books of money, stacks look like non-fiction
People keep hatin' on me, lord is my witness
You can't [?] my blessings, with all of your stiffness
I'ma keep spreadin' love, yeah, just like a sickness
Got this Rollie' on me, like I won the Olympics
[Jay Critch:]
I'm like one's for the money
Two for these niggas that switched up
I cannot run out of money, all of my niggas get big bucks
Fuck 'em if they movin' funny, [?] that bag and then pick up
If it's really drama then my shoota', he gunnin'
My shoota' tryna go hit some
That means you end up a victim
I get them racks and I flip them
Run it up, gotta grind hard, won't let my mamma see me in prison
I been finnesin', you want some, gotta take some
He ain't stick to the cheat code, he ain't [?] up, we erased him
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of One 2 by Jay Critch
One 2* (original Jay Critch)
[Jay Critch:]
Aye, aye
I'm like, hold up
I'm like one's for the money
Two for these niggas that switched up
I'm like one's for the money
(Hold up, Spiffy on this mofucker)
I'm like one's for the money
Two for these niggas that switched up
I cannot run out of money, all of my niggas get big bucks
Fuck 'em if they movin' funny, [?] that bag and then pick up
If it's really drama then my shoota', he gunnin'
My shoota' tryna go hit some
That means you end up a victim
I get them racks and I flip them
Run it up' gotta grind hard, won't let my mamma see me in prison
I been finnesin', you want some, gotta take some
He ain't stick to the cheat code, he ain't [?] up, we erased him
I get that bag, yeah, the money, it go with me
Ain't it so sweet, but I'm winnin' this 0 and 3
She in the sheets, the dick in her ovaries
Nigga its a leak, the drip is all over me
You ain't workin', if you really want it then you gotta go get that shit
Remember all them days, where my pockets hurtin' and I had to go hit that lick
There was a lot of times, thought I'd never make it and I gotta admit that shit
But you know that I never quit, yeah, nigga you gotta get it how you live
I got on then put my momma in a crib
We said that we would do it and we did
Now these niggas talkin', they do not exist
Checkin' another bag off the list
I see the money and I'm callin' dibs
Diamonds slow dance, shine like a disco
Grown man, I can't talk to you kids tho
Shorty go down, she doin' the limbo
I'm takin' chances, I had to take a risk
Same team, ain't no new faces
All these new niggas never gave a shit, nah
I'm like one's for the money
Two for these niggas that switched up
I cannot run out of money, all of my niggas get big bucks
Fuck 'em if they movin' funny, [?] that bag and then pick up
If it's really drama then my shoota', he gunnin'
My shoota' tryna go hit some
That means you end up a victim
I get them racks and I flip them
Run it up, gotta grind hard, won't let my mamma see me in prison
I been finnesin', you want some, gotta take some
He ain't stick to the cheat code, he ain't [?] up, we erased him
[Pi'erre Bourne:]
I'ma keep gettin' this money, only on one condition
Gotta get Hanukkah money, this is the tradition
Every year new money, like we get to wishin'
Count up every Sunday, yeah, just like a Christian
She wanna hit like junkie, put her on restriction
I don't think [?] is funny, we all got addictions
Forecast showerin' money, that's just my prediction
I got books of money, stacks look like non-fiction
People keep hatin' on me, lord is my witness
You can't [?] my blessings, with all of your stiffness
I'ma keep spreadin' love, yeah, just like a sickness
Got this Rollie' on me, like I won the Olympics
[Jay Critch:]
I'm like one's for the money
Two for these niggas that switched up
I cannot run out of money, all of my niggas get big bucks
Fuck 'em if they movin' funny, [?] that bag and then pick up
If it's really drama then my shoota', he gunnin'
My shoota' tryna go hit some
That means you end up a victim
I get them racks and I flip them
Run it up, gotta grind hard, won't let my mamma see me in prison
I been finnesin', you want some, gotta take some
He ain't stick to the cheat code, he ain't [?] up, we erased him
One 2 (traducción LyricVerse Team)
[Jay Critch:]
Aye, aye
Estoy como, espera
Estoy como, uno es por el dinero
Dos por estos niggas que cambiaron
Estoy como, uno es por el dinero
(Espera, Spiffy en este cabrón)
Estoy como, uno es por el dinero
Dos por estos niggas que cambiaron
No me puedo quedar sin dinero, todos mis niggas consiguen mucho dinero
Que se jodan si se mueven raro, [?] esa bolsa y luego recógela
Si es realmente drama, entonces mi tirador, él está disparando
Mi tirador intenta ir a golpear a alguien
Eso significa que terminas siendo una víctima
Consigo esos fajos y los volteo
Aumentarlo, tengo que esforzarme mucho, no dejaré que mi mamá me vea en prisión
He estado estafando, si quieres algo, tienes que tomar algo
Él no se apegó al código de trucos, él no [?] arriba, lo borramos
Consigo esa bolsa, sí, el dinero, va conmigo
¿No es tan dulce? Pero estoy ganando este 0 y 3
Ella en las sábanas, la polla en sus ovarios
Nigga es una fuga, el goteo está por todo mí
No estás trabajando, si realmente lo quieres, entonces tienes que ir a conseguir esa mierda
Recuerda todos esos días, donde mis bolsillos dolían y tuve que ir a dar ese golpe
Hubo muchas veces, pensé que nunca lo lograría y tengo que admitir esa mierda
Pero sabes que nunca me rindo, sí, nigga tienes que conseguirlo como vives
Me puse en marcha y luego puse a mi mamá en una cuna
Dijimos que lo haríamos y lo hicimos
Ahora estos niggas hablando, ellos no existen
Marcando otra bolsa de la lista
Veo el dinero y estoy pidiendo preferencia
Diamantes bailan lento, brillan como una discoteca
Hombre adulto, no puedo hablar con ustedes niños
La chica baja, está haciendo el limbo
Estoy tomando oportunidades, tuve que tomar un riesgo
Mismo equipo, no hay caras nuevas
Todos estos nuevos niggas nunca les importó una mierda, nah
Estoy como, uno es por el dinero
Dos por estos niggas que cambiaron
No me puedo quedar sin dinero, todos mis niggas consiguen mucho dinero
Que se jodan si se mueven raro, [?] esa bolsa y luego recógela
Si es realmente drama, entonces mi tirador, él está disparando
Mi tirador intenta ir a golpear a alguien
Eso significa que terminas siendo una víctima
Consigo esos fajos y los volteo
Aumentarlo, tengo que esforzarme mucho, no dejaré que mi mamá me vea en prisión
He estado estafando, si quieres algo, tienes que tomar algo
Él no se apegó al código de trucos, él no [?] arriba, lo borramos
[Pi'erre Bourne:]
Voy a seguir consiguiendo este dinero, solo con una condición
Tengo que conseguir dinero de Hanukkah, esta es la tradición
Cada año dinero nuevo, como si pidiéramos un deseo
Contar cada domingo, sí, justo como un cristiano
Ella quiere drogarse como un yonqui, la pongo en restricción
No creo que [?] sea divertido, todos tenemos adicciones
Pronóstico de lluvia de dinero, esa es solo mi predicción
Tengo libros de dinero, los fajos parecen no ficción
La gente sigue odiándome, el señor es mi testigo
No puedes [?] mis bendiciones, con toda tu rigidez
Voy a seguir esparciendo amor, sí, justo como una enfermedad
Tengo este Rollie' encima, como si hubiera ganado las Olimpiadas
[Jay Critch:]
Estoy como, uno es por el dinero
Dos por estos niggas que cambiaron
No me puedo quedar sin dinero, todos mis niggas consiguen mucho dinero
Que se jodan si se mueven raro, [?] esa bolsa y luego recógela
Si es realmente drama, entonces mi tirador, él está disparando
Mi tirador intenta ir a golpear a alguien
Eso significa que terminas siendo una víctima
Consigo esos fajos y los volteo
Aumentarlo, tengo que esforzarme mucho, no dejaré que mi mamá me vea en prisión
He estado estafando, si quieres algo, tienes que tomar algo
Él no se apegó al código de trucos, él no [?] arriba, lo borramos
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