I Told You / Another One

Tory Lanez - I Told You / Another One Lyrics

Part I: I Told You[Verse 1]It's the year 2008, I'm getting kicked up out the cribSteady contemplating where the fuck I'm 'bout to liveMama died same year my sister had the kidIt was either feed the fam or get killedSo a nigga said fuck itFive of us puttin' up for one room, landlord straight buggin'Roaches on the ceiling, living room straight thuggin'Should've been left but the trap stayed bunkin', nigga, yeah yeah, Big time, big timeRing so swole you would think it did timeSwear I told you niggas for the fifth timeI'ma get mine, yeahI got a ring so big, call the shit big timeShe don't wanna fuck me, man, that bitch lyin'I've been on the get a billion dollar, rich grindIn the studio, I'm skating like a inlineSorry I went Kristi Yamaguchi with the dopeTeachers called me stupid, now I'm stupid with the flowStupid with the whip game, stupid bankrollStupid ass nigga, getting stupid paid showsI've been on the roadNow a nigga know my way around, yeah yeahBig time, cuban chain weigh me down, yeah yeahFlying private, I could turn the plane around, yeah yeahThese niggas pissy that we stayed around, yeah yeahPart II: Another One[Chorus]Hop in another one, niggaGet back in another one, niggaThen back in another one, nigga, woahHop in another one, niggaWe back with another one, niggaCame back in another one, nigga, woahI told, I told you allI know I'ma get mineI told, I told you allI know, I knowHop in another one, niggaThen hop out another one, niggaThen back in another one, nigga, woahHop in another one, niggaWe back with another one, niggaThen back in another one, nigga, woah[Verse 2]My wrist is froze like Kristi YamaguchiSkating on 'em, Kristi YamaguchiWe wash a nigga talkin' at us looselySkating on 'em, Kristi YamaguchiUh, you love the sound, uh, don't fuck around, nah458, I dropped it in the winterBig homie asked a nigga what I'm down forLooked him in the eye and said to do it 'til I'm bigger than yaI'm whopping xans off, kicked out the house in BramptonHad a nigga trappin' out in DanforthTaking TTC to get the figures, just me and my little niggaAin't have no hittas with usWas with the thugs, dealers, plugs, killers with slugsAll my niggas was plugs, all my bitches was dubsLeft me out when I was tryna make it did what it doesCan't forget about the drought when they put six in my plugOnly thing I gotta do is get my mom out the mudOnly thing I gotta do is get it poppin' and blow itOnly thing I gotta do is hit my wrist with the sodaNiggas thought it was over, but bitch I live by the sloganI told you[Chorus]Hop in another one, niggaGet back in another one, niggaThen back in another one, nigga, woahHop in another one, niggaWe back with another one, niggaCame back in another one, nigga, woahI told, I told you allI know I'ma get mineI told, I told you all (Fargo)I know, I know[Verse 3]It's a 70/30 chance I won't fuck with you niggasIt's a 70/30 chance I might fuck up them digitsIn the bottom where them niggas they ain't fuck with you, niggaNow you're up and they feel like they should be up with you, niggaI remember nights when I was starving and hungry and ballin' and bummyAnd busted cause my car wasn't running and woahDoggy, all I want is a onionThe game it was callin' me audibly like someone confronted, but noNiggas never gave a nigga nothingFuck I look like giving niggas something?Made 100K this week, that's on my dead mamaSpend a 117 and I ain't even know itDawg I swear my coldest nights it wasn't even snowingMama told me since a youngin' I would be a soldierI played the watch out on the block you used to see me scopin'Respect the shooters that said "Youngin' go, we about to blow this"[Chorus]Hop in another one, niggaThen hop out another one, niggaThen back in another one, nigga, woahHop in another one, niggaWe back with another one, niggaThen back in another one, nigga, woahI told, I told you allI know I'ma get mineI told, I told you allI know, I know[Beat Changes][Verse 4]It's the year 2009 and I done found myself a cribI ain't got no dough, but I done found myself a bitchDollars and success is what my niggas tryna getYoung as fuck but fake ID gon' get me in the VIPI done said fuck school, fuck the teachers and the publicI'd rather count this money with the thuggers and the junkiesThe teachers used to tell me "Boy you ain't gon' 'mount to nothin'"The only love I felt was from the dealers and the hustlersWe gon' do the most, so tell them niggas GABOSSeen my nigga Harvey, he went and copped him a GhostThrough the windshield, the centerfold on the doorTen below on you hoes, getting dough on you folksGetting dough on these fours, gettin' money it showThese checks are looking silly, I'm gettin' funny on hoesFunny how I'm stuntin' in somethin' flooded in stonesPut them hunnids on hold, put them runners on goSecure the bag