I’m getting so throwed I aint went this hard since I was 18 Apologise if I say, anything I don’t mean Like whats up with your best friend? We could all have some fun, believe me And whats up with those new guys? 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 bullshit Hate these fucking allegations, I’m just feeling like the throne is for the taking Watch me take it!
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 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 fuck it, I’m on one 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 that we got, never get that shit
I’m on one fucking I’m on one
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 recognise 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 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 guys 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 And it’s double M G until I get the chair
I walk around the club, fuck everybody And all my guys got that Heat I feel like Pat Riley Yeah, too much money, aint enough money You know the feds listening, what money? I’m a made guy I should dust something You guys on the bench Like the bus coming aint nothing sweet but the swishas I’m focused might aswell say cheese for the pictures I’m about to go Andre the Giant You a sell out, but I aint buying Chopper dissect a guy 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 Oyl Tunechi be the name, don’t ask me how I got it I’m killin’ these hoes I swear I’m tryna stop the violence