Rick Ross - I'm On One (Remix) lyrics

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Rick Ross - I'm On One (Remix) lyrics

[Intro] (I get 'em up!) I'm on one (I get 'em up!) f** 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 sh** I don't use no cape I get my cake; I love hip hop J Cole, Don Trip, Drake, Big Sean n***a wanna act we can get improved, bread on me that's a garlic knot Tats out and my hair long, loud sh**, Weird noise Like B.o.B., Got airplanes, not one J, got a pair or more Folarin b**h realest n***a in this ho Shoutout to them n***as who still f** 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 n***a mad I just give her bigger O's, he just get her bigger bags I'm an a**hole, so what my b**hes 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? [Hook: 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 f**, and my excuse is that I'm young And I'm only getting older so somebody shoulda told ya 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 to be got, and I'mma get that sh** Cause I'm on one, I said, f** 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 sh** when I was 18 And f** it, I'm the new n***a Don't give a f** bout how these n***as rate me Ya girlfriend wanna cruise with us But I'mma need a badder b**h to date me Uh, I got this money in my pocket I won't throw it 'less she dropping Know what? f** it, b**h go shopping See I always keep it co*ky Cause these n***as wanna doubt me Talking numbers like a auction, f** yo Porsche and yo bugatti That you always talk about, but I dont never see you driving Cause you know that n***a's hungry, and you looking at a lion I'm the f**ing last king, eating dinner with the mayans Yeah you riding for yo city, but I'm driving b*tch! [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 sh**, but when I look back, sh** different now Ridin with the same n***as til the d**h of moi Coke boy, Montana, you n***as know the repertoire Uhhn, That street sh**, 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 b**hes brown, couple white Cheese steak, Philly boy, Night life, City boy f** 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 [Hook] [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 b**hes, 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 sh**, 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 b**hes, and why they all wanna f** so easy And whats up with these new n***as, and why they all wanna talk so greasy [Verse 5: Tyga] All these n***as stealing swag I've been getting tats since I was fourteen Tell my b**h throw it in the bag Twenty-two for the Balmain jeans I'm smoking these n***as they needing nicotine Rat race, first place famous like a Kennedy All my diamonds lemonade Hearts stay below degrees Too many b**hes marry them all, #polygamy Make a waterfall, Yosemite Highest underrated n***a, I don't need you rating me Sold out shows way before this sh** was BET Knocking at my front door, b**hes 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 f**ing easy Ferrari red all over, call it Santa bleeding [Hook]