Read the official lyrics for “One of Them Ones” by Veeze, Lil Baby, and Rylo Rodriguez. Get the words for karaoke and singalongs.
The lyrics for “One of Them Ones” present a manifesto of self-assured success and the complexities that accompany it. Veeze, Lil Baby, and Rylo Rodriguez use their verses to define what it means to be part of an exclusive tier. The chorus, delivered with Veeze’s characteristic nonchalance, sets the tone with declarations about excessive costs and the inability to “act broke.” The reference to NBA star Kyrie Irving becomes a shorthand for unparalleled skill and unpredictable brilliance, a comparison each artist applies to his own craft. Veeze’s verse is dense with specific, material observations. He talks about outgrowing mall stores, stuffing money in duffel bags, and treating romantic interests with a detached, transactional coolness. His line about his diamonds singing “Mary J. Blige” is a standout, a creative twist on showcasing wealth. The lyrics avoid abstraction, opting for concrete images of designer bags, car horsepower, and academic disinterest.
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Rylo Rodriguez’s contribution shifts into a more narrative mode. His lyrics sketch scenes of street logistics, personal boundaries, and fleeting interactions. The mention of “Shilo Sanders” continues the sports analogies for elite movement, while lines about vintage Whitney Houston shirts and hiding communication in “vanish mode” add layers of specific detail. Lil Baby’s verse grounds the track in his Atlanta perspective. He comments on the state of hip-hop, critiques superficiality, and boasts about global spending power. His bars about “spanked” babies inducing silence and shutting down international stores paint a picture of influence that extends beyond music. The phrase “one of them ones” repeats as a badge throughout the lyrics. It signifies a recognition earned through action, wealth, and unshakeable confidence. For singalongs, the chorus is direct and repetitive, built for engagement. The verses offer faster, more intricate flows that reward close listening. The lyrical content across all three artists maintains a consistent theme of earned luxury, personal code, and the isolation that comes with high status, providing a comprehensive look at the mindset driving this potent collaboration.
Produced by Desmos, Wana
January 16, 2026
1 song, 3 minutes
℗ 2026 Navy Wavy LLC, under exclusive license to Warner Records Inc.
Lyrics
[Intro]
(Get rich or die tryin’, Wana, it’s the only way)
[Chorus: Veeze]
That pussy cost way too much
I can’t act broke, it don’t work
I’m really just one of them ones
I’m actin’ like Kyrie Irving
I’m poppin’ my shit ’cause it’s fun, my outfit committed a murder
I’m hittin’ that shit on the low, but what you don’t know won’t hurt (Yeah)
[Verse 1: Veeze]
I’m treatin’ these niggas like son, for real, they sayin’ the shit that I taught ’em (The shit that I taught ’em)
Your bitch probably think that I’m a lame, lowkey, I bought her a purse and don’t talk to her (Corny as hell)
My closet don’t got no more space, lil’ twin, it’s crazy, I outgrew the mall (It’s crazy)
She switchin’ the bag every day of the week, the Louis V just for her dog (I’m bool)
I’m braggin’ ’bout shit that I bought (Yeah), this shit don’t even come to ya thoughts (Come to ya—)
I got 20K in George Washington’s, baby, that shit on the floor like a mop
He locked up for blackin’ her eye, that bitch had her eyes on the prize
My grandaddy want me in college, I’m trappin’ the bezels like Nino Brown (Nigga)
I’m treatin’ my bitches like dogs, I pay for her lashes and brows (Spoiled as hell)
My motor so muh’ fuckin’ loud, that bitch got a thousand horse power (Skrrt)
I wanna stop rappin’ sometimes, but money keep changin’ my mind (Keep changin’ my mind)
My wrist cost a bag of that brown (Vrr), my diamonds sing, Mary J. Blige
[Chorus: Veeze & Rylo Rodriguez]
That pussy cost way too much
I can’t act broke, it don’t work
I’m really just one of them ones
Nigga, I’m actin’ like Kyrie Irving (Been one)
[Verse 2: Rylo Rodriguez & Lil Baby]
I put a demon on top of the pavement
I put the money on top of ya head
Seen it was brown, I knew it was a red
If her stomach growlin’, I’m feedin’ her meds
I’m goin’ with her to get her abortion
It ain’t no way I’m sendin’ her bread
That my lil’ dog, he need a attorney
But I need the ‘work to see what he said
I put the treesh in vanish mode
If she change it back, I’m blockin’ her page
Soon as I hit, we Shilo Sanders
Saw her in public, all she got was the wave
I put millions in the bank and put my watches in a safe
I got drip at home, I never bought the outfits on display
New bezels, sky dweller, ain’t been on turf in a minute
Baby bottles ’round the condo like I’m burpin’ an infant
Paid three thousand for a Whitney Houston shirt, it was vintage (Wham)
[Verse 3: Lil Baby]
They turned hip-hop to Kidz-Bop (No cap)
Dope boy swag, white mid-tops
Rap money free, I wish I would stop (You couldn’t)
Bags for a thousand, got the hood locked
She ain’t my type unless her ass soft, I got nothin’ against the ass shot (No cap)
Hit her from the back and then I passed out
Spent ten racks for a stash spot
All of us felons, but we gun slangin’
Pink slip gang, no car payment
New Hermès for my fine shit (My fine shit)
She okay with being a side bitch
I’m okay with gettin’ richer, dropped a milli’ on a Richard (Yeah)
I don’t fuck with none of them, the stiff one
I’m on a different level, I’m the big one
Gettin’ spanked, that baby, now they got the hush-mouth, they ain’t vocal
I shut down stores all around the globe, I ain’t local
Whole year, locked in, stayin’ down, nigga, I’m focused
Bitch boyfriend tryna leave text messages, he bogus (Bogus)
Wish I would buy a bitch a car to fuck, nigga, I’m trollin’, yeah
Wham for president around this motherfucker, nigga, I voted (Voted)
[Chorus: Lil Baby, Rylo Rodriguez & Veeze]
That pussy cost way too much (Too much)
I can’t act broke, it won’t work (Won’t work)
I’m really just one of them ones (Ones)
I’m actin’ like Kyrie Irving
I’m poppin’ my shit ’cause it’s fun, my outfit committed a murder
I’m hittin’ that shit on the low
[Outro: Veeze]
Can’t Be Fuck With Boys, we know the fuck goin’ on
