(Get em on)
I’m on one
(Get em on)
I’m on one
(Get em on)
I said I’m on one
I’m on one
(Get em on)
I’m on one
(Get em on)
I said I’m on one
[Drake]
I’m getting so cold
I aint work this hard since I was 18
Apologise if I say, anything I don’t mean
Like whats up with your best friend
We could all have some fun, believe me
And whats up with these new niggas
And why they think it all comes so easy
I’m getting so cold
I aint work this hard since I was 18
Apologise if I say, anything I don’t mean
Like whats up with your best friend
We could all have some fun, believe me
And whats 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 friends who been so patient, me and 40 back to work we still smell like a vacation
Hate your rumours hate your bullshit
Hate these f*****g allegations, I’m just feel like the throne is for the taking
Watch me take it
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 friends who been so patient, me and 40 back to work we still smell like a vacation
Hate your rumours hate your bullshit
Hate these f*****g allegations, I’m just feel like the throne is for the taking
Watch me take it
[Chorus]
All I care about is money and the city that I’m from
I’ma sip until I feel it, I’ma smoke it till it’s done
And I don’t really give a f-ck, and my excuse is that I’m young
And I’m only getting older so somebody shoulda told ya
All I care about is money and the city that I’m from
I’ma sip until I feel it, I’ma smoke it till it’s done
And I don’t really give a f-ck, and my excuse is that I’m young
And I’m only getting older so somebody shoulda told ya
I’m on one
Yeah f-ck it, I’m on one
Yeah I said I’m on one
Yeah f-ck it, I’m on one
Yeah f-ck it, I’m on one
Yeah I said I’m on one
Yeah f-ck it, I’m on one
Two white cups and I got that drink
It could be purple it could be pink
Depending on how you mix that s**t
Money that we got, never get that s**t
It could be purple it could be pink
Depending on how you mix that s**t
Money that we got, never get that s**t
Cause I’m on one
I said f**k it I’m on one
I said f**k it I’m on one
[Rick Ross]
I’m buring 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 recognise the red bottoms I wear
Burner in the belt
Move the kids to the hills
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
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 up Marc Jacobs personally to make a pair
So yeah, we on one, the feeling aint fair
And it’s double M G until I get the chair
I’m buring 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 recognise the red bottoms I wear
Burner in the belt
Move the kids to the hills
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
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 up Marc Jacobs personally to make a pair
So yeah, we on one, the feeling aint fair
And it’s double M G until I get the chair
[Drake - Chorus]
[Lil Wayne]
I walk around the club
F-ck everybody
And all my niggas go that heat I feel like Pat Riley
Yeah, too much money, aint enough money
You know the feds listening, n***a what money?
I’m a made n***a
I should dust something
You niggas on the bench
Like the bus coming
huh, aint nothing sweet but the swishas
I’m focused might aswell say cheese for the pictures
Ohhh, I’m about to go Andre the Giant
You a sell out, but I aint buying
Chopper die, n***a like science
Put it into the world like Mayans
This a celebration b*****s, mazel tov
It’s a slim chance I fall,
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
I walk around the club
F-ck everybody
And all my niggas go that heat I feel like Pat Riley
Yeah, too much money, aint enough money
You know the feds listening, n***a what money?
I’m a made n***a
I should dust something
You niggas on the bench
Like the bus coming
huh, aint nothing sweet but the swishas
I’m focused might aswell say cheese for the pictures
Ohhh, I’m about to go Andre the Giant
You a sell out, but I aint buying
Chopper die, n***a like science
Put it into the world like Mayans
This a celebration b*****s, mazel tov
It’s a slim chance I fall,
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
[Chorus]
Young mula baby, YMCMB
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