Artist: Tory Lanez Album: I Told You Song: Another One Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Hook:] Hop in another one nigga Get back in another one nigga Dip back in another one nigga, woah Hop in another one nigga We back with another one nigga Came back in another one nigga, woah I told, I told you all I know how I'ma get mine I told, I told you all I know, I know Hop in another one nigga Then hop out another one nigga Then back in another one nigga, woah Hop in another one nigga We back with another one nigga Then back in another one nigga, woah My wrist is froze like Kristi Yamaguchi Skating on them, Kristi Yamaguchi We watch a nigga talkin' at us loosely Skating on them, Kristi Yamaguchi You love the sound, uh, don't fuck around, uh 458, I dropped it in the Winter Big homie asked a nigga what I'm down for Looked him in the eye and said to do it till I'm bigger than you I'm wop his ass on him Kicked out the house in Brampton had a nigga trappin' out in Danforth Take the TTC to get the figures, just me my lil nigga Ain't had no hittas wit us Was with the thugs, dealers, plugs, killers and slugs All my niggas was plugs, all my bitches was dubs Left me out when I was tryna make it deal what it does Can't forget about a drop when they put 6 in my plug Only thing I gotta do is get my Mom out the mud Only thing I gotta do is get it poppin' and blowin' Only thing I gotta do is hit my wrist with the soda Niggas thought it was over, but bitch I live by the slogan I told you [Hook] It's a 7-30 chance I won't fuck with you niggas It's a 7-30 chance I might fuck up them digits In the bottom where them niggas they ain't fuck with you nigga Now you're up and they feel like they should be up with you nigga I remember nights when I was starving and hungry and ballin' and bummy And for-sick cos my car wasn't running and woah Dawgy all I want is a onion The game was callin' me audibly like someone confronted, but no Niggas never gave a nigga nothing Fuck I look like giving niggas something? Made 100K this week, that's on my dead mama Spend a hundred seventeen and I ain't even know it Dawg I swear my coat is nice and wasn't even snowing Mama told me since a youngin' I would be a soldier Played the watch out on the block you used to see me scopin' Respect the shooters, that's a youngin goal, we bout to blow this [Hook] It's the year 2009 and I done found myself a crib I ain't got no dough, but I done found myself a bitch Dollars and success is what my niggas tryna get Young as fuck but fake ID gon' get me in the VIP I done said fuck school, fuck the teachers and the public I rather count this money with the thuggers and the junkies The teachers used to tell me "boy you ain't gon' 'mount to nothing" The only love I felt was from the dealers and the hustlas We gon' do the most, so tell them niggas go boast Seen my nigga RV, and went and copped him a Ghost Through the windshield, centerfold on the door Ten below on you hoes, getting dough on you foes Getting dough on these fours, getting money and shows These checks are looking silly, I'm getting funny on hoes Funny how I'm stuntin' and somethin' flooded in stove Put them huneds on hold, put them runners on go Secure the bank I was fucked up, I had nowhere to go I had moved in with my girl, you know she kept it realer than a lot of my niggas She wasn't much but she was mine The guns and the roses