DJ Khaled — I’m on One Remix

[Intro: DJ Khaled & Drake] 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: Wale] Ambition Two white cups and I got that drank Two dyke jawns but tonight they straight Redbox flow and I do not date Real G shit I don't use no cape I get my cake; I love hip hop J Cole, Don Trip, Drake, Big Sean Nigga wanna act we can get improved, bread on me that's a garlic knot Tats out and my hair long, loud shit, Weird noise Like B.o.B., Got airplanes, not one J, got a pair or more Folarin bitch realest nigga in this ho Shoutout to them niggas who still fuck with me at Interscope My ambition to blow This is why I'm in this fo Women at my pole This is oh so much like getting votes I make her kitten moist, this is why her nigga mad I just give her bigger O's, he just get her bigger bags I'm an asshole, so what my bitches like it? I'm why she get excited You why she buy devices Tightest writer to write it, dopest flower to quote it I'm zonin; I'm out Seattle with Little Cheyenne and Tony What up? [Chorus: Drake] All I care 'bout is money and 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 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: Kirko Bangz] (Kirko Bangz) Uh, I'm feeling so throwed I done had this drink since I was 15 And now I'm finally getting on Told you bout this shit when I was 18 And fuck it, I'm the new nigga Don't give a fuck bout how these niggas rate me Ya girlfriend wanna cruise with us But I'mma need a badder bitch to date me Uh, I got this money in my pocket I won't throw it 'less she dropping Know what? Fuck it, bitch go shopping See I always keep it cocky Cause these niggas wanna doubt me Talking numbers like a auction, fuck yo Porsche and yo bugatti That you always talk about, but I dont never see you driving Cause you know that nigga's hungry, and you looking at a lion I'm the fucking last king, eating dinner with the mayans Yeah you riding for yo city, but I'm driving BITCH! [Verse 3: French Montana] Sliding with some hoes, as long as that she's 18 Tryna play it safe, tryna stay up out the state green Big chain drippin down Everyday same shit, but when I look back, shit different now Ridin with the same niggas til the death of moi Coke boy, Montana, you niggas know the repertoire Uhhn, That street shit, we live boy That, that, that, you might, not be here next year boy (ARRGHH!) Got that drink, might be brown, might be white Move that brown, move that white My bitches brown, couple white Cheese steak, Philly boy, Night life, City boy Fuck a deal, Indy boy, Two chains, Tity Boi Like, like, like, whats up with your best friend? Drinkin Henny straight cause a liver cost ten grand Houses on my left hand [Chorus: Drake] All I care 'bout is money and 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 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 4: Meek Mill] I don’t know what these haters be talking, I pop any chick that I want Put your girl in the back of that ‘Bach, main two reasons she ain’t gone front I minaj with her and her friend, put my main homie on one But my neck and wrist so stupid, and my pockets be on so dumb Because I’m on one Haters we never condone em Penthouse full of some bad bitches, me and my homies gon show em something It’s MMG Ridin round in this Lambo, goin ham dog on Collins And I’m leaning off of that purple shit, so don’t judge me like your honor I’m feeling so cold Yeah we riding dirty but the whip clean But think a couple years ago I was in a cell when I was 18 And whats up with these new bitches, and why they all wanna fuck so easy And whats up with these new niggas, and why they all wanna talk so greasy [Verse 5: Tyga] All these niggas stealing swag I've been getting tats since I was fourteen Tell my bitch throw it in the bag Twenty-two for the Balmain jeans I'm smoking these niggas they needing nicotine Rat race, first place famous like a Kennedy All my diamonds lemonade Hearts stay below degrees Too many bitches marry them all, #polygamy Make a waterfall, Yosemite Highest underrated nigga, I don't need you rating me Sold out shows way before this shit was BET Knocking at my front door, bitches trying to peek and see Last Kings, YMCMB you know the team Just counted fifty thou in my Waldorf suite Man, this life's too fucking easy Ferrari red all over, call it Santa bleeding [Chorus: Drake] All I care 'bout is money and 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 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