Ludacris — One Time

[Intro] Ah, let the thirty-day countdown begin, man In the studio every motherfuckin' day I told y'all, man, the hunger is real Been doin' this shit too long, man Seems I got to take these niggas to school Eight albums, let's go [Verse 1] Luda, class is in session For the little nigga from Atlanta with the light complexion Steppin' on the track and (-) the verse Puttin' rappers in a hearse, this my profession I keep 'em guessin', don't nobody want to test them If you don't want 'em up in your baby momma Somebody better find a way to arrest him You handcuff him, I dance, sucker Keep that pussy to a pole, then I let my man fuck her I'm gone, I'm trippin', I'm high of that medicine Know that strong, that sticky, that critical condition It's Lil' Fate, it's Luda and Drizzer down all together, man Yeah, we smoke some buddha Was cool, but now we feel better, man I got hella game and hella dollars Traded in that Range and just got three Impalas Rollin' like a G and bendin' corners on Ds Steady countin' Ms with bank accounts overseas Splittin' open Bs and droppin' the top on Vs Other rappers countin' Zs, but they bitches pop them Ps [Outro] Ah, pop it, pop it, pop it Oh, man, I'm havin' too much fuckin' fun, man Ludaversal March 31 I'm a drill it into your head until you doze the fuck off, man Let's go, movie comin' the same week Yeah, and just wait for it