DJ Drama - Im On One lyrics
DJ Drama [Tyree Cinque Simmons] Philadelphia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[DJ Drama - Im On One lyrics]
Put 'em up now put 'em up
MMG (Now put 'em up)
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 gon' front
I menage 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 bitches
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 shit
So don't judge me like your honor, oh!
I'm feeling so cold
Yеah we riding dirty but the whip clean
But think a couplе years ago
I was in a cell when I was eighteen
And what's up with these new bitches
And why they all wanna fuck so easy
And what's up with these new niggas
And why they all wanna talk so greasy
But get it while you here boy
'Cause I got that money to
Make you disappear boy
It's on my mind don't make me
Put it on your head boy
I been superfly since Rozay took
Me to that clearport
Ahh nigga what you know about that
Riding round town with like
Four or five straps
Truck full of raw and we dipping from the law
I just came from the cell
I ain't going right back
Pull up in a Benz they ain't gon' like that
Box these niggas they'll never fight back
Diamonds on my neck, and my wrist white black
And I'm killing these niggas
I ain't even write that
I be stunting 'cause I ain't never had
Got these bitches waving like they
Tryna catch a cab
They wanna fuck a nigga good so
They can touch a bag
She had the nerve to say she
Love me and I fuckin' laughed
MMG (Now put 'em up)
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 gon' front
I menage 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 bitches
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 shit
So don't judge me like your honor, oh!
I'm feeling so cold
Yеah we riding dirty but the whip clean
But think a couplе years ago
I was in a cell when I was eighteen
And what's up with these new bitches
And why they all wanna fuck so easy
And what's up with these new niggas
And why they all wanna talk so greasy
But get it while you here boy
'Cause I got that money to
Make you disappear boy
It's on my mind don't make me
Put it on your head boy
I been superfly since Rozay took
Me to that clearport
Ahh nigga what you know about that
Riding round town with like
Four or five straps
Truck full of raw and we dipping from the law
I just came from the cell
I ain't going right back
Pull up in a Benz they ain't gon' like that
Box these niggas they'll never fight back
Diamonds on my neck, and my wrist white black
And I'm killing these niggas
I ain't even write that
I be stunting 'cause I ain't never had
Got these bitches waving like they
Tryna catch a cab
They wanna fuck a nigga good so
They can touch a bag
She had the nerve to say she
Love me and I fuckin' laughed