Yeat – ON 1 Lyrics

ON 1

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"ON 1." - Yeat

Sunday, 25 October 2026, 08:02 pm

Album: LYFESTYLE

Track No: 13

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

Writer(s): Noah Smith, Javier Mercado, Alexey Grachev, Brady Tremblay & Primo Pepper.

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