[Intro:]
(I get 'em up!) I'm on one
(I get 'em up!) Fuck it, I'm 'on one
(I get 'em up!) I said I'm on one
[Verse 1: Drake]
I'm getting so throwed, I ain't went this hard since I was 18
Apologize if I say anything I don't mean
Like "what's up with your best friend?
We could all have some fun, believe me
And what's up with these new niggas?
And why they think it all comes so easy?"
But get it while you here boy
Cause all that hype don't feel the same next year boy
Yeah and I'll be right here in my spot with a little more cash
Than I already got trippin off you cause you had your shot
With my skin tanned and my hair long and my fans who been so patient
Me and 40 back to work but we still smell like a vacation
Hate the rumours, hate your bullshit, hate these fucking allegations
I'm just feeling like the throne is for the taking, watch me take it!
[Hook: Drake]
All I care 'bout is money and the city that I'm from
I'ma sip until I feel it, I'mma smoke it 'til it's done
And I don't really give a fuck, and my excuse is that I'm young
And I'm only getting older so somebody shoulda told ya
I'm on one, yeah, fuck it, I'm on one
Yeah, I said I'm on one, fuck it, I'm on one
Two white cups and I got that drink could be purple, it could be pink
Depending on how you mix that shit, money to be got, and I'mma get that shit
Cause I'm on one, I said, fuck it, I'm on one
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I'm burning purple flowers, it's burning my chest
I bury the most cash and burning the rest
Walking on the clouds, suspended in thin air
Do ones beneath me recognize the red bottoms I wear?
Burner in the belt, move the kids to the hills (Boss)
Bend shawty on the sink, do it for the thrill
Kiss you on ya neck and tell ya everything is great
Even though I out on bond I might be facin' 8's
Still running with the same niggas 'til the death of me
Ever seen a million cash, gotta count it carefully
Ever made love to the woman of your dreams
In a room full of money out in London and she screams
Baby, I could take it there
Call Marc Jacobs personally to make a pair
So yeah, we on one, the feeling ain't fair (Khaled)
And it's double M G until I get the chair
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
I walk around the club, fuck everybody
And all my niggas got that Heat I feel like Pat Riley
Yeah, too much money, ain't enough money
You know the feds listening, nigga what money?
I'm a made nigga, I should dust something
You niggas on the bench like the bus coming
Huh, ain't nothing sweet but the Swishers
I'm focused might as well say cheese for the pictures
Ohh, I'm about to go Andre the Giant
You a sell out, but I ain't buying
Chopper dissect a nigga like science
Put an end to your world like the Mayans
This a celebration bitches, Mazel Tov
It's a slim chance I fall, Olive Oyl
Tunechi be the name, don't ask me how I got it
I'm killin' these hoes I swear I'm tryna stop the violence
[Hook]
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