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Drake – Started From The Bottom Lyrics

Started.

{Zombie On The Track}

[Hook]

Started From The Bottom, now we here.

Started From The Bottom, now my whole team fucking here.

Started From The Bottom, now we here.

Started From The Bottom, now the whole team here nigga.

Started From The Bottom, now we here.

Started From The Bottom, now my whole team here nigga.

Started From The Bottom, now we here.

Started From The Bottom, now the whole team fucking here.

[Drake: Verse 1]

I done kept it real from the jump.

Living at my mama house we’d argue every month.

Nigga, I was tryna get it on my own.

Working all night, traffic on the way home.

And my uncle calling me, like where you at.

I gave you the keys told you bring it right back.

Nigga, I just think its funny how it goes.

Now I’m on the road, half a million for a show.

And we…..

[Hook]

[Drake: Verse 2]

Boys tell stories bout the man.

Say I never struggle, wasn’t hungry. Yeah I doubt it nigga.

I can turn your boy into a man.

There ain’t really much out here thats poppin off without us.

Nigga, we just want the credit where it’s due.

Ima worry about me, give a fuck about you.

Nigga, just as a reminder to myself, I wear every single chain even when I’m in the house.

Cause we…..

[Hook]

[Bridge]

No new niggas, nigga we don’t feel that.

Fuck a fake friend where yo real friends at?

We don’t like to do much explaining.

Story stay the same, I never changed it.

No new niggas, nigga we don’t feel that.

Fuck a fake friend where yo real friends at?

We don’t like to do much explaining.

Story stay the same through the money and the fame.

Cause we…

[Hook]

Drake – Pound Cake/Paris Morton II Lyrics

[Intro: Jimmy Smith]
Good God Almighty. Like back in the old days. You know, years ago they had the A&R men to tell you what to play, how to play it and you know whether it’s disco and rock but we just went in the studio and we did it. We had the champagne in the studio, of course, compliments of the company, and we just laid back and did it. So we hope you enjoy listening to this album half as much as we enjoyed playing it for you. Because we had a ball. Only real music is gonna last, all the other bullshit is here today and gone tomorrow…

[Hook: Timbaland]
Cash rules everything around me
C.R.E.A.M. get the money, dolla-dolla bill y’all

[Verse 1: Drake]
After hours of Il Mulino
Or Sotto Sotto, just talking women and vino
The contract like ’91 Dan Marino
I swear this got Michael Rapinos boosting my ego
Overly focused, it’s far from the time to rest now
Debates growing ’bout who they think is the best now?
Took a while, got the jokers out of the deck now
I’m holding all the cards and niggas wanna play chess now
I hear you talking, say it twice so I know you meant it
Fuck it, I don’t even tint it, they should know who’s in it
I’m authentic, real name, no gimmicks
No game, no scrimmage, I ain’t playing with you niggas at all
My classmates, they went on to be chartered accountants
Or work with their parents, but thinking back on how they treated me
My high school reunion might be worth an appearance
Make everybody have to go through security clearance
Tables turn, bridges burn, you live and learn
With the ink I could murder, word to my nigga Irv
Yeah, I swear shit just started clicking dog
You know it’s real when you are who you think you are

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Jay Z]
I had Benzes ‘fore you had braces
The all black Maybach but I’m not a racist
Inside’s whiter than Katy Perry’s face is
Yellow diamonds in my Jesús
I just might learn to speak Mandarin
Japanese for the yen that I’m handling
International Hov, that’s my handle
My saint’s Sean Don, light a candle
El Gran Santo on the mantle
‘Case y’all didn’t know, I speak Spanish too
Shout out to World Wide Wes
Everywhere we go, we leave a worldwide mess
Yes, still Roc La Familia
Says a lot about you if you not feeling us
The homie said “Hov, there ain’t many of us”
I told him less is more, nigga it’s plenty of us

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Jay Z]
Cake, cake-cake, cake-cake, cake
500 million, I got a pound cake
Niggas is fronting, that’s upside-down cake
Get ‘em a red nose, they clown cakes
They shoulda never let you ’round cake
Look at my neck, I got a carrot cake
Now here’s the icing on the cake
Cake, cake-cake, cake-cake, uhh
I’m just getting started, oh, yeah, we got it bitch
I’ve done made more millionaires than the lotto did
Dame made millions, Biggs made millions
Ye made millions, Just made millions
Lyor made millions, Cam made millions
Beans’ll tell you if he wasn’t in his feelings
I’m back in my bag
My eyes bloodshot but my jet don’t lag
A pair of Jordan 3?s tryna chase this cash
Gucci air bag just in case we crash
Uh, last night was mad trill
I’m fresh out of Advil, Jesus grab the wheel

[Part 2: Paris Morton Music 2]

[Verse 1: Drake]
Look, fuck all that “Happy to be here” shit that y’all want me on
I’m the big homie, they still be tryna lil bro me, dog
Like I should fall in line, like I should alert niggas
When I’m ’bout to drop something crazy and not say I’m the greatest
Of my generation, like I should be dressing different
Like I should be less aggressive and pessimistic
Like I should be way more nervous and less dismissive
Like I should be on my best behavior and not talk my shit
And do it major like the niggas who paved the way for us
Like I didn’t study the game to the letter
And understand that I’m not doing it the same, man, I’m doing it better
Like I didn’t make that clearer this year
Like I should feel, I don’t know, guilty for saying that
They should put a couple more mirrors in here so I can stare at myself
These are usually just some thoughts that I would share with myself
But I thought “Fuck it”
It’s worth it to share ‘em with someone else other than Paris for once
I text her from time to time, she a mom now
I guess sometimes life forces us to calm down
I told her she could live with me if she need to
I got a compound but I think she’s straight
Cause she supported since Hot Beats right before Wayne came
And got me out of the backroom where I was rapping with Jas over beats that I shouldn’t have in the hopes for the glory
He walked right past in the hallway, 3 months later, I’m his artist
He probably wouldn’t remember that story
But that shit stick with me
Always couldn’t believe when he called me
You never know, it could happen to you
And I just spent four Ferrari’s all on a brand new Bugatti
And did that shit cause it’s something to do
Yeah, I guess that’s just who I became dog
Nothing was the same, dog

Drake – Own It Lyrics

[Intro]
Own it
It’s yours
It’s yours

[Verse 1]
Yours
You’re still the one that I adore
Ain’t much out there to have feelings for
Guess whose it is? Guess whose it is?
Guess whose it is? Guess whose it is?
Yours
A few bottles on the table, a few waters
It ain’t a secret, baby, everybody saw us
Guess whose it is? Guess whose it is?
Guess whose it is?
It’s yours
Next time we fuck, I don’t wanna fuck, I wanna make love
Next time we talk, I don’t wanna just talk, I wanna trust
Next time I stand tall I wanna be standin’ for you
And next time I spend I want it all to be for you
Peakin’, I’m peakin’, wake up with me this weekend, weekend
Guess whose it is?
Guess whose it is? Guess whose it is?
It’s yours

[Hook x2]
Own it own it own it own it own it own it own it own it
Own it own it own it own it own it own it own it I said
Go own that shit, own that shit
Own that shit, own that shit
Go and own that shit, own that shit
Own that shit, you own that shit
Go and

[Verse 2]
Niggas talk more than bitches these days
(Just let that shit sink in)
Niggas talk more than bitches these days
Who could get the pussy quicker these days
Still straight with the weed and the liquor these days
Cause the new drugs got the kids trippin’ these days
Bunch of journalists been searchin’ for a story
My ex-girl been searchin’ for a “sorry”
Couple bitches tryna have me on the Maury like nigga it’s yours
You should be supportin’, but where you been at? On tour, gettin’ money
Y’all don’t even really check for me
You ain’t even hit me when that nigga had threats for me, girl
You don’t love me, you just say that shit to get to me, girl
Cause you got the Batphone and my workline
You should call
When the last time you did somethin’ for the first time?
You done done it all, I swear to God
Niggas talk more than bitches these days
Got you thinkin’ that I’m different these days
Broken telephone for every single conversation
By the time it gets to you, shit switches these days
It’s yours, it’s your, it’s yours, it’s-it’s always gonna be yours

[Outro]
Own it own it own it own it own it own it own it own it
Own it own it own it own it own it own it own it I said
Go own that shit
It’s yours
It’s yours, own it
Own it, own it
Own it own it, baby, own it
It’s yours
Own that shit, own that shit
Own that shit

Drake – Hold On We’re Going Home Lyrics

[Bridge]
I got my eyes on you, you’re everything that I see
I want your hot love and emotion endlessly
I can’t get over you, you left your mark on me
I want your hot love and emotion endlessly

[Hook]
Cause you’re a good girl and you know it
You act so different around me
Cause you’re a good girl and you know it
I know exactly who you could be
Just hold on we’re going home
Just hold on we’re going home
It’s hard to do these things alone
Just hold on we’re going home

[Bridge] + [Hook]

[Interlude: Majid]
You’re the girl, you’re the one
Gave you everything I love
I think there’s something, baby
I think there’s something, baby

Drake – Furthest Things Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Somewhere between psychotic and iconic
Somewhere between I want it and I got it
Somewhere between I’m sober and I’m lifted
Somewhere between a mistress and commitment
But I stay down, girl I always stay down
Get down, have her lay down
Promise to break everybody off before I break down
Everyone just wait now
So much on my plate now
People I believed in they don’t even show they face now
What they got to say now?
Nothin’ they can say now
Nothin’ really changed but still they look at me a way now
What more can I say now?
What more can I say now?
You might feel like nothin’ was the same

[Hook x2]
I still been drinkin’ on the low
Mobbin’ on the low
Fuckin’ on the low
Smokin’ on the low
I still been plottin’ on the low
Schemin’ on the low
The furthest thing from perfect
Like everyone I know

[Verse 2]
And I hate that you don’t think I belong to ya
Just too busy runnin’ shit to run home to ya
You know that paper my passion
Bittersweet celebrations, I know I can’t change what happened
I can’t help it
I can’t help it
I was young and I was selfish
I made every woman feel like she was mine and no one else’s
And now you hate me
Stop pretendin’, stop that frontin’
I can’t take it
Girl don’t treat me like a stranger
Girl you know I seen ya naked
Girl you know that I remember, don’t be a pretender
Gettin’ high at the condo, that’s when it all comes together
You know I stay reminiscing
And makeup sex is tradition
But you been missin’ girl
And you might feel like nothin’ was the same

[Hook x2]

[Bridge]
Drinkin’, smokin’, fuckin’, plottin’, schemin’,
Plottin’, schemin’, gettin’ money
Drinkin’, fuckin’, smokin’, plottin’, schemin’,
Plottin’, schemin’, gettin’ money

[Verse 3]
This the life for me
My momma told me this was right for me
I got ‘em worried, like make sure you save a slice for me
I should have Spoons, serve you up with a fork and knife for me
Your actions make us doubt you
Your lack of effort got me rappin’ different
This the shit I wanna go out to
Play this shit at my funeral if they catch me slippin’
Naked women swimmin’ that’s just how I’m livin’
Donate a million to some children, that’s just how I’m feelin’
A nigga fillin’ up arenas, who the fuck could see us?
I had to Derrick Rose the knee up before I got the re-up
Yours truly the boy
I just build and build more
Y’all niggas build to destroy
Y’all niggas party too much, man I just chill and record
No filler, you feel it now if you ain’t feel it before
Yes Lord, this the shit I wanna go out to
This the shit I wanna go out to

Drake ft. Jhene Aiko – From Time Lyrics

[Intro: Jhene Aiko]
What’s up?
Been a minute since we kicked it, you’ve been caught up
With them bitches, I don’t get it, you’re a star love
You shouldn’t have to deal with that
I’d never make you feel like that
Cause…

[Hook: Jhene Aiko]
I love me, I love me enough for the both of us
That’s why you trust me, I know you been through more than most of us
So what are you? What are you, what are you so afraid of?
Darling you, you give but you cannot take love

[Verse 1: Drake]
I needed to hear that shit, I hate when you’re submissive
Passive aggressive when we’re textin’, I feel the distance
I look around the peers that surround me, these niggas trippin’
I like when money makes a difference but don’t make you different
Started realizin’ a couple places I could take it
I want to get back to when I was that kid in the basement
I want to take it deeper than money, pussy, vacation
And influence a generation that’s lackin’ in patience
I’ve been dealing with my dad, speakin’ of lack of patience
Just me and my old man gettin’ back to basics
We’ve been talkin’ ’bout the future and time that we wasted
When he put that bottle down, girl that nigga’s amazin’
Well, fuck it, we had a couple Coronas
We might have rolled a white paper, just somethin’ to hold us
We even talked about you and our couple of moments
He said we should hash it out like a couple of grown ups
You a flower child, beautiful child, I’m in your zone
Lookin’ like you came from the 70?s on your own
My mother is 66 and her favorite line to hit me with is
Who the fuck wants to be 70 and alone?
You don’t even know what you want from love anymore
I search for somethin’ I’m missing and disappear when I’m bored
But girl, what qualities was I lookin’ for before?
Who you settlin’ for? Who better for you than the boy, huh?

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Drake]
Thinkin’ ’bout Texas, back when Porscha used to work at Treasures
Or further back than that, before I had the Houston leverage
When I got Summer a Michael Kors with my momma’s debit
A weak attempt at flexin’, I’ll never forget it
Cause that night I played her three songs
Then we got to talkin’ ’bout something we disagreed on
Then she start tellin’ me how I’ll never be as big as Trey Songz
Boy was she wrong, that was just negative energy for me to feed off
Now it’s therapeutic blowin’ money in the Galleria
Or Beverly Center Macy’s where I discovered Bria
Landmarks of the muses that inspired the music
When I could tell it was sincere without tryin’ to prove it
The one that I needed was Courtney from Hooters on Peachtree
I’ve always been feelin’ like she was the piece to complete me
Now she engaged to be married, what’s the rush on commitment?
Know we were goin’ through some shit, name a couple that isn’t
Remember our talk in the parking lot at the Ritz
Girl I felt like we had it all planned out, I guess I fucked up the vision
Learnin’ the true consequences of my selfish decisions
When you find out how I’m livin’ I just hope I’m forgiven
It seem like you don’t want this love anymore
I’m actin’ out in the open, it’s hard for you to ignore
But girl, what qualities was I lookin’ for before?
Who you settlin’ for, who better for you than the boy, huh?

[Hook]

[Outro: Baka]
“Been Baka aka Not Nice from time, G. Been a East Side ting. Scarborough ting from time, G, been have up di ting dem from time, G. So I don’t know what’s wrong with these little wasteman out here eh? Y’all need to know yourself.”

Drake – Connect Lyrics

[Intro: Shawn Lawrence]
“There’s 3 balls and a strike. Here’s the pitch. It’s belted deep to center, Molina goes back, jumps at the wall, and it’s gone!”

[Verse 1]
Isn’t it amazing how you talk all this shit and we still lack communication
How beautiful our kids would be, girl, I don’t need convincing
How every conversation starts with “this time will be different”
Oh, the idea’s fun
Oh, the idea’s fun
Oh, the idea is so fun every time
At least we try for home run every time

[Hook]
Swanging, eyes closed just swanging
Same city, same friends if you’re looking for me
Same city, same friends if you’re looking
I’ll be here just swanging
Don’t talk to me like I’m famous
And don’t assume cause I don’t respect assumptions babe
I’m just tryna connect with somethin’ babe
Swangin’

[Verse 2]
She just wanna run around the city and make memories
That she can barely remember
And I’d allow her, talk about pussy power
She just wanna run over my feelings
Like she drinking and driving in an 18 wheeler
And I’d allow her, talk about pussy power
She used to say “You can be whoever you want, even yourself”
Yeah, I show up
Knowin’ exactly who I was and never leave as myself
But when it falls apart, I’m always still down
To pick a million tiny little pieces off the ground
Wish you would learn to love people and use things
And not the other way around

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
I remember when my schedule was as flexible as she is
She call and tell me be here before the sun up
I be dressed before we hung up
I take Eglinton to 401 east
And exit at Markham road in the east end
Where all the pretty girls are sleeping
My license been expired I renew it after the weekend
Fuck I know I said that shit the last 7 weekends
Girl I guess procrastination is my weakness
I hate stoppin’ for gas this late
Cause there’s niggas creepin and not like how we’re creepin’
Summer is comin’ know you could feel it
20 on pump whatever I ain’t got enough to fill it
Won’t knock on your door
My uncle say, “You drive my whip like it’s yours”
I got the pedal to the floor
I’m on my motherfuckin’ way swangin’

[Outro]
Don’t fall asleep on me, hang in there
I’ll be there just swangin’
I’ll be there just swangin’
I treat you good girl like you’re famous
I know I’m late it’s always the same shit
But don’t fall asleep on me, hang in there
I’m on the road right now swangin, girl

Drake – All Me Lyrics

[Intro: excerpt from the movie “Funny People”]
“I’m really stepping up my game
These bitches gotta start paying me for this
Can’t get no more free Randy”

[Hook: Drake]
Got everything, I got everything
I cannot complain, I cannot
I don’t even know how much I really made, I forgot, it’s a lot
Fuck that, never mind what I got, nigga don’t watch that cause I
Came up, that’s all me, stay true, that’s all me
No help, that’s all me, all me for real
Came up, that’s all me, stay true, that’s all me
No help, that’s all me, all me for real

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Money on my mind, you should think the same
J’s on, pinky ring
Dogging these hoes, I need quarantine
In the same league, but we don’t ball the same
(Ah) She want all the fame, I hear that shit all the time
She said she love me, I said, “Baby girl, fall in line”
Okay, made a million, off of denim, Ford, watch me switch it up
Walked in, “Ill nigga alert! Ill nigga alert!”
You need that work, I got that work, got bitches in my condo
Just bought a shirt that cost a Mercedes-Benz car note
From the A to Toronto, we let the metal go off
And my dick so hard it make the metal detector go off
This that sauce, this that dressing, Givenchy, nigga God bless you
If having a bad bitch was a crime, I’d be arrested (True)

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Drake]
I touched down at ’86
Knew I was a man by the age of 6
I even fucked girls that used to babysit
But that was years later on some crazy shit
I heard your new shit, nigga HATED IT
Damon Wayans told me don’t play that shit
I get paid a lot, you get paid a bit
And my latest shit is like a greatest hits
Got damn, ain’t no wishing over on this side
Y’all don’t fuck with us, then we don’t fuck with y’all
It’s no different over on this side
Got damn, should I listen to everybody or myself?
Cause myself just told myself
“You’re the motherfucking man, you don’t need no help”
Cashing checks and I’m bigging up my chest,
Y’all keep talking ‘bout who next
But I’m about as big as it gets
I swear y’all just wasting y’all breath
I’m the light skinned Keith Sweat
I’mma make it last forever
It’s not your turn ‘cause I ain’t done yet
Look, just understand that I’m on a roll like Cottonelle
I was made for all of this shit
And I’m on the road box office sales
I’m getting paid for all of this shit
Ask you to please excuse my table manners
I was making room for the table dancers
‘Cause if we judging off your advances
I just got paid like eight advances
Got damn!

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Big Sean]
Hoe, shut the fuck up!
I got way too much on my mental, I learn from what I’ve been through
I’m finna do what I didn’t do and still waking up like the ‘rents do
Not complicated, it’s simple, I got sexy ladies, a whole Benz-full
And to them hoes I’m everything, Everything but gentle
But I still take my time, man, I guess I’m just old fashioned
Wearing retro shit, that’s old fashioned, nigga, see what I’m saying, no closed caption
I paint pics, see the shit, good sex, need to hit
Keep a broad on the floor year ’round like season tickets, I plead the fifth, drink a fifth
Load the nine, leave you split, in the half, smoke a half, need a zip
My new girl is on Glee and shit, probably making more money than me and shit
I swear to God I got 99 Problems but a bitch ain’t one
I got 99 problems, getting rich ain’t one
Like I got trust issues, I’m sorry for the people I’ve pushed out
I’m the type to have a bullet-proof condom and still gotta pull out
But that’s just me, and I ain’t perfect, I ain’t a saint but I am worth it
If it’s one thing, I am worth it, niggas still hating but it ain’t working
Lil’ bitch

[Drake]
Oh me, oh me, oh my
I think I done fucked too many women from the 305
Before the end of this year, I’ll do King of Diamonds, three more times
Smoking on that kush all in our section like it’s legalized
Girl, you can’t always have your way, sometimes it be like that
They dont really fuck with you like that, they ain’t never did me like that
I just took my time, you got your shine, I let you eat like that
I’ve been taught to never loan somebody what you need right back
And I need that shit right back? (no more free Randy)
I’m blessed than a motherfucka
Niggas been stressed than a motherfucka
Niggas getting nervous, clutching they chests like a motherfucka
Damn that’s a motherfucker
Tell the truth, I don’t listen to you
‘Cause I don’t like being lied to
And that ship won’t sail
And that wind won’t guide you
Daddy was in jail we was talking through the window like a motherfucking drive-thru
That was back then man, now my niggas rich enough to do whatever I do

Drake – 305 To My City Lyrics

[Intro]
Drop down, drop-drop (Shit is real out here)
Drop down, drop-drop
Drop down, drop-drop, get it, get it
Drop down, drop-drop

[Hook: Detail]
Ooo, 305 to my city
I get it, I get it
I get it, I get it
I swear that I get it
I get it, I get it
We did it we did it
We did it we did it
We so far from finished
I brought you right back just so we can relive it

[Drake]
I get it, I get it, I get it, I get it
Your hustle don’t ever go unnoticed baby, I’m with you I’m with it
I get it, I get it, I get it, I get it
I get it, I get it

[Verse 1: Drake]
They don’t work hard as you, damn that’s so crazy
At the end of the night when you count, numbers don’t lie to my baby
Locker room full of money, girl you just did it
I get it I get it, man fuck all that talking, take shots to the kidney
Down payment on the Jaguar, your roommate got credit
12 months on the lease, that’s a come up baby don’t you ever forget it
Connections are heavy, every real nigga they fuck with you
Nails chipped out in diamonds, you sparkle but fuck man, the spark ain’t enough for you

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Drake]
Tonight was your night, go get you some lobsters and shrimp
You smart and you know it, I get it I get it you outdo these pimps
I hope you don’t fall, that’s you on the top of the ceiling
Don’t you ever forget ’bout your story, I get it, you did it you did it
Got a link on the champagne, your best friend is bar-tending
Your parents sayin’ this another phase in your life
They can’t wait until it’s all finished
Shine on them hoes, let ‘em know that you run shit
I get it I get it, I’m workin’ too hard let’s get into some fun shit
281 to my city, heard you had trouble at customs
Your girl got a DUI, I’ll make the calls to get y’all through customs
Tell your best friend, “Girl get your paperwork right”
I get it I get it, what’s up for the night?

[Hook]

[Outro: Drake]
Your momma used to live at the church on Sunday
You just go to LIV after church on Sunday
Oh Lord, oh Lord we’re not in Kansas anymore
We’re not in Kansas anymore

Drake Feat. 2 Chainz & Big Sean – All Me Lyrics

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Drake’s North American tour is approaching soon, tickets on sale now here. Drake featuring Big Sean and 2 Chainz – All Me Lyrics.

[Intro: excerpt from the movie “Funny People”]
“I’m really stepping up my game
These bitches gotta start paying me for this
Can’t get no more free Randy”

[Hook: Drake]
Got everything, I got everything
I cannot complain, I cannot
I don’t even know how much I really made, I forgot, it’s a lot
Fuck that, never mind what I got, nigga don’t watch that cause I
Came up, that’s all me, stay true, that’s all me
No help, that’s all me, all me for real
Came up, that’s all me, stay true, that’s all me
No help, that’s all me, all me for real

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Money on my mind, you should think the same
J’s on, pinky ring
Dogging these hoes, I need quarantine
In the same league, but we don’t ball the same
(Ah) She want all the fame, I hear that shit all the time
She said she love me, I said, “Baby girl, fall in line”
Okay, made a million, off of denim, fuck, watch me switch it up
Walked in, “Ill nigga alert! Ill nigga alert!”
You need that work, I got that work, got bitches in my condo
Just bought a shirt that cost a Mercedes-Benz car note
From the A to Toronto, we let the metal go off
And my dick so hard it make the metal detector go off
This that sauce, this that dressing, Givenchy, nigga God bless you
If having a bad bitch was a crime, I’d be arrested (True)

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Drake]
I touched down in ’86
Knew I was a man by the age of 6
I even fucked the girl that used to babysit
But that was years later on some crazy shit
I heard your new shit, nigga hated it
Damon Wayans, homie don’t play that shit
I get paid a lot, you get paid a bit
And my latest shit is like a greatest hits
God damn, ain’t no wishing over on this side
Y’all don’t fuck with us, then we don’t fuck with y’all
It’s no different over on this side
God damn, should I listen to everybody or myself?
Cause myself just told myself
“You’re the motherfucking man, you don’t need no help”
Cashing checks and I’m bigging up my chest,
Y’all keep talking ‘bout who next
But I’m about as big as it gets
I swear y’all just wasting y’all breath
I’m the light skinned Keith Sweat
I’mma make it last forever
It’s not your turn ‘cause I ain’t done yet
Look, just understand that I’m on a roll like Cottonelle
I was made for all of this shit
And I’m on the road box office sales
I’m getting paid for all of this shit
Ask you to please excuse my table manners
I was making room for the table dancers
‘Cause if we judging off your advances
I just got paid like eight advances
God damn!

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Big Sean]
Ho, shut the fuck up!
I got way too much on my mental, I learn from what I’ve been through
I’m finna do what I didn’t do and still waking up like the rent’s due
Not complicated, it’s simple, I got sexy ladies, a whole Benz-full
And to them hoes I’m everything — everything but gentle
But I still take my time, man, I guess I’m just old fashioned
Wearing retro shit, that’s old fashioned
Nigga, see what I’m saying, no closed caption
I paint pics, see the shit, good sex, need to hit
Keep a broad on the floor year ’round like season tickets
I plead the fifth, drink a fifth
Load the nine, leave you split, in the half, smoke a half, need a zip
My new girl is on Glee and shit, probably making more money than me and shit
I swear to God I got 99 problems but a bitch ain’t one
I got 99 problems, getting rich ain’t one
Like I got trust issues, I’m sorry for the people I’ve pushed out
I’m the type to have a bullet-proof condom and still gotta pull out
But that’s just me, and I ain’t perfect, I ain’t a saint but I am worth it
If it’s one thing, I am worth it, niggas still hating but it ain’t working
Lil’ bitch…

[Verse 4: Drake]
Oh me, oh me, oh my
I think I done fucked too many women from the 305
Before the end of this year, I’ll do King of Diamonds three more times
Smoking on that kush all in our section like it’s legalized
Girl, you can’t always have your way, sometimes it be like that
They dont really fuck with you like that, they ain’t never did me like that
I just took my time, you got your shine, I let you eat like that
I’ve been taught to never loan somebody what you need right back
And I need that shit right back? (no more free Randy)
I’m blessed than a motherfucka
Niggas been stressed than a motherfucka
Niggas getting nervous, clutching they chests like a motherfucka
Damn that’s a motherfucker
Tell the truth, I don’t listen to you
‘Cause I don’t like being lied to
And that ship won’t sail
And that wind won’t guide you
Daddy was in jail we was talking through the window like a motherfucking drive-thru
That was back then man, now my niggas rich enough to do whatever I do