ON 1

Yeah, yeah, we on one

Put yo' cups up if you on sumn'

Double up that money, it's what they all want

They wanna come fuck with us, it's what they all want

Bitch, I get that money 'cause that's what I want, yeah

And we get you tracked like a iPhone

Track, track yo' iPhone, yeah

I do what I wanted

Surfs on the side, on the beach all again

Stop switching sides on yo' friends all again

No-no, don't you lie, don't you tell me again

Double up yo' mind, it won't cross you again

Maybach, golf course, driver, on me

Yeah, yeah, we smoke 'em like a Newport or Marby, yeah

And we get you burnt, shrimp on the barbie

Yeah, you is not this Lyfestylë, it's what you wanna be

Yeah, it's what you wanna be, CC, Chanel

No, we don't stay at the DoubleTree

Yeah, we hit the four seasons every other week

Yeah, I geek up every night or every other weekend

I can't decide when I'm high

High, when I'm high, uh

Fly, when I'm fly

Snip 'em, cut ties

Yeah, we leave you out of shape, crinkle cut fries

Yeah, I'm tryna cover my face, I don't want you to see my eyes

I don't want you seeing my eyes open

I don't want you seeing the prize, no

I wanna keep your eyes on the money at all times

Yeah, we behind them lines, uh, yeah, we do it every time

Yeah, we double up and cross 'em off, and get 'em crying

Again

Yeah, yeah we on one

Put yo' cups up if you on sumn'

Double up that money, it's what they all want

They wanna come fuck with us, it's what they all want

Bitch, I get that money 'cause thats what I want

And we get you tracked like a iPhone

Track, track yo' iPhone, yeah

I do what I wanted

Surfs on the side, on the beach all again

Stop switching sides on yo' friends all again

No-no, don't you lie, don't you tell me again

Double up yo' mind, it won't cross you again

Maybach, golf course, driver, on me

Yeah, yeah, we smoke 'em like a Newport or Marby

And we get you burnt, shrimp on the barbie, yeah

You is not this Lyfestylë, it's what you wanna be

Yeah, it's what you wanna be, CC, Chanel

No, we don't stay at the DoubleTree

Yeah, we hit the four seasons every other week

Yeah, I geek up every night or every other weekend

I can't decide when I'm high

High, when I'm high, uh

Fly, when I'm fly

Snip 'em, cut ties

Yeah, we leave you out of shape, crinkle cut fries

Yeah, I'm tryna cover my face, I don't want you to see my eyes