I drive two black cars, I named em Malcolm X and Martin Luther. — Drake

Bitch I got money to blow, gettin it in. Lettin these bills fall over your skin. — Drake

Damn where my roof just go? Top slipped off like Janet at the Super Bowl. — Drake

Buzz so big I could probably sell a blank disc. — Drake

That was your bad, how could you pass up on em? He just take them records and he gas up on em. — Drake

I can get money with my eyes closed — Drake

I done became bigger swervin writin in my peer’s lane. Same dudes that used to holla my engineer’s name. — Drake

I’m a stockholder — Drake

Drug dealers live vicariously through me — Drake

My song is ya girlfriend’s wakin up ringer — Drake

Private flights back home, no stop-over — Drake

I aint drive here I got chauffeured — Drake

As for them pretty light-skinned models standin in the cold, ah yeah they with us. — Drake

In person I am everything and more. I’m everywhere these other niggas never been before. — Drake

My delivery just got me buzzin like the pizza man — Drake

My girl love me but fuck it my heart beat slow and right now the tour bus is lookin like a freak show. — Drake

Everybody got a deal, I did it without one — Drake

Labels want my name beside a X like Malcolm — Drake

I got them wedding ring flows, that engagin shit — Drake

I’m halfway around the world with dozens of bags, feeling like all 4 members of Color Me Badd. — Drake