Lil’ Wayne – I’m On One Lyrics

(Get em on)

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 throwed

I aint work this hard since I was 18

Apologise 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 the bullshit

Hate these fucking allegations, I’m just feeling like the throne is for the

Taking

Watch me take it!

[Drake – 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

I’m on one

Yeah, f-ck it, I’m on one

Yeah, I said I’m on one

F-ck 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 that we got, I’mma get that shit

Cause I’m on one

I said fuck it I’m on one

[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 recognise 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

[Drake – Chorus]

[Lil Wayne]

I walk around the club, f-ck everybody

And all my niggas got that Heat I feel like Pat Riley

Yeah, too much money, aint 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, 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 dissect a nigga like science

Put an end to your world like 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

[Chorus]

Young mula baby, YMCMB