Drake - I'm On 1 lyrics

[Intro - Drake]I'm on one f** 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 n***as? And why they think it all comes so easily? 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 bullsh**, hate these f**ing 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 f**, 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, f** it, I'm on one Yeah, I said I'm on one f** 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 sh** Money that we got, never get that sh** Because I'm on one I said f** 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 n***as till the d**h 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, f** everybody And all my n***as got that heat, I feel like Pat Riley Yeah, too much money, ain't enough money You know the FEDS listening, n***a what money? I'm a made n***a I should dust something You n***as 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 n***a like science Put an end to your world like the Mayans This a celebration b**hes, 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 k**ing these hoes, I swear I'm trying stop the violence [Chorus]