I'm On 1 Lyrics - Drake

[Intro - Drake] 

I'm on one 

Fuck it, I'm on one 

I said I'm on one 

[Verse 1 - Drake] 

I'm getting so cold 

I ain't went this hard since I was eighteen 

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 easily? 

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But get it while you here boy 

Because 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 

Tripping off you because 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 the bullshit, hate these fucking allegations 

I'm just feeling like the throne is for the taking 

Watch me take it! 

[Chorus - Drake] 

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 

I don't really give a fuck, and my excuse is that I'm young 

And I'm only getting older so somebody should of told you 

I'm on one 

Yeah, fuck it, I'm on one 

Yeah, I said I'm on one 

Fuck it, I'm on one 

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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, never get that shit 

Because 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 

Bend shawty on the sink, do it for the thrill 

Kiss you on your neck and tell you everything is great 

Even though I'm out on bond I might be facing eight 

Still running with the same niggas till the death of me 

Ever seen a million cash? Got to 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 

And it's Double M G until I get the chair 

[Chorus - Drake] 

[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 

Oh, 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 oil 

Tunechi be the name, don't ask me how I got it 

I'm killing these hoes, I swear I'm trying stop the violence 

[Chorus]