Taylor Girlz One Percent

Boy stop calling my phone

I’m one percent

Using my GPS

I’m on one percent

I can’t answer no texts

I’m on one percent

Finna jump on a jet

Count me a check

I’m one percent

Nigga done called ten times

I’m on one percent

And he blowin up both lines

I’m on one percent

Now I gotta hit decline

I’m on one percent

I ain’t tryna waste my time

I’m on one percent

Airplane mode on em

Number blocking hold on em

Both lines you know you miss me

Hating tryna jump on the wave like a boat rider

Oh yeah speaking, come for the weekend

He tryna reason bout to jump out the defend

Got some brand new bling

Left him on ring

Phone on one precent

Location on ping

I’m the girl of his dreams

Look in the car that’s a cream (oh)

If you wanna take it farther

Gotta go harder

My feeling runnin like water

Boy stop calling my phone

I’m one percent

Using my GPS

I’m on one percent

I can’t answer no texts

I’m on one percent

Finna jump on a jet

Count me a check

I’m one percent

Nigga done called ten times

I’m on one percent

And he blowin up both lines

I’m on one percent

Now I gotta hit decline

I’m on one percent

I ain’t tryna waste my time

I’m on one percent

[Kap G:]

She said come get lit (lit)

Take ten shots to the head (head)

I’m on one percent

My shit going dead

Always tryna go through my phone

Scrolling through my text

Brand new apple watch with the GPS

One in a million

That here so brilliant

Condo just buzz me in

She tryna love again

We friends with benefits

You know how women get

First they act innocent

Then catchin feelings quick

Boy stop calling my phone

I’m one percent

Using my GPS

I’m on one percent

I can’t answer no texts

I’m on one percent

Finna jump on a jet

Count me a check

I’m one percent

Nigga done called ten times

I’m on one percent

And he blowin up both lines

I’m on one percent

Now I gotta hit decline

I’m on one percent

I ain’t tryna waste my time

I’m on one percent

Try got face it

Can’t do no basic

I heard she racing

Ain’t finna chase her

I keep on coming back

Faster then a quarter-back

Just like a little I lack

I keep my runners with black

Don’t know when they coming back

Niggas be stuck in they feelings

They all tryna blow up my cellular

Wake up and get it and ain’t got no time

Like I don’t do on a regular

Chasing like cain there’s nothing like be fran

That’s all on my schedule

Ice on my neck

Nothing but guess

My diamonds are minerals

Boy stop calling my phone

I’m one percent

Using my GPS

I’m on one percent

I can’t answer no texts

I’m on one percent

Finna jump on a jet

Count me a check

I’m one percent

Nigga done called ten times

I’m on one percent

And he blowin up both lines

I’m on one percent

Now I gotta hit decline

I’m on one percent

I ain’t tryna waste my time

I’m on one percent