I'm On One lyrics

[Intro: DJ Khaled]

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)

DJ Khaled!

[Verse 1: Drake]

Uhh, 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 rumors, 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 about is money an' the city that I'm from

I'mma 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, 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 Imma 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'm out on bond and might be facing' 8

Still running with the same niggas 'til the death of me

Never 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 ya 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 Mazeltov

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

(Young mula baby, YMCMB)

[Hook]

[Outro: DJ Khaled]

I get 'em up

I get 'em up

I get 'em up