I'm On One Clean Version

I'm On One Clean Version Lyrics DJ Khaled feat. Ft. Drake,Rick Ross And Lil Wayne

(I get 'em up!) I'm on one
(I get 'em up!) Forget it, I'm 'on one
(I get 'em up!) I said I’m on one

[Verse 1: Drake]
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 neighbas?
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 bullsht hate these fckin allegations
I’m just feeling like the throne is for the taking, watch me take it!

[Hook: Drake]
All I care 'bout is money and the city that I'm from
I'mma sip until I feel it, I'mma burn it 'til it's done
And I don’t really give a thing, and my excuse is that I’m young
And I’m only getting older so somebody shoulda told ya
I’m on one, yeah, forget it, I’m on one
Yeah, I said I’m on one, forget 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 drink, money to be got, and I'mma get that thing
Cause I’m on one, I said, forget 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
The 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 out on bond I might be facin' 8's
Still running with the same neighbas '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


[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
I walk around the club, look at everybody
And all my neighbas got that Heat I feel like Pat Riley
Yeah, too much money, ain't enough money
You know the feds listening, neighba what money?
I’m a made neighba, I should dust something
You people 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
Knife dissect a man like science
Put an end to your world like the Mayans
This a celebration witches, 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 bros I swear I’m tryna stop the violence


Young mula baby, YMCMB

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