[Verse 1: Drake] I said tell me what's really goin' on Drizzy back up in this thing I'm ready, what's happenin'? Gone for surgery but now I'm back again I'm 'bout my paper like a mothafuckin' scratch-and-win World Series attitude, champagne bottle life Nothin' ever changes so tonight is like tomorrow night I will have a model wife, your bitch is as hot as ice Every time you see me I look like I hit the lotto twice (Drake you got 'em right?) Yeah I got 'em Bun I love myself cause I swear their life is just not as fun Neeks got the weed, Hush got a gun CJ's got my credit cards and a lotta ones Yeah, I'm in the city of the purple Sprite Someone tell Maliah I'm on fire, she should work tonight Call the King of Diamonds and tell China it'd be worth the flight I'll be at my table stackin' dollars to the perfect height Work somethin', twerk somethin' basis She just tryna make it so she's right here gettin' naked I don't judge her, I don't judge her but I could never love her Cause to her I'm just a rapper and soon she'll have met another That's why me and Lil Jaz bout to spaz, can you keep up? I'm just feelin' sorry for whoever got to sweep up Yeah bills everywhere, trill everythin' And Drake just stands for Do Right and Kill Everything I love Nicki Minaj, I told her I'd admit it I hope one day we get married just to say we fuckin' did it And girl I'm fuckin' serious I'm with it if you with it Cause your verses turn me on and your pants are mighty fitted Ugh, damn, I think you caught me in a moment Like I catch 'em stealin' flows cause I swear I never loaned it And life ain't a rehearsal, the camera's always rollin' So come and get a portion of this money that we blowin' cause it's on
[Hook: Drake] You should come with me If you got some time this is where you wanna be We can go all night long This can last all night Bet it's goin' down, we gon make it right This is what they mean when they talk about the life We can go all night long This can last all night I'm with if you with it
[Verse 2: Bun B] Tell them open up the doors, they gotta let us in It's rap oldest rookie and it's youngest veteran Go get us Sprite its for the drink, back together bitch Mr. Doin' It doin' it, what could be better bitch The dynamic duo, a two man dream team My pockets stay swollen, call me Mr. Cream Jean Rocking white diamonds, that vanilla cream bling They got the game locked down, call it sing sing You cats straight down in Houston, me proper dos In a corner booth chilling with some proper hoes I hit Toronto girls, hold me for ransom Til I let 'em buy me Polo or they throw me ransom Damn son, it's like the best of both worlds That's your wifey and your side, ya getting the best of both girls So I'mma go ahead and leave the clock running I ain't finna stop going, you ain't finna stop coming When the head boy banging, it's like the Funky Drummer drumming I go right to left and left to right, back to forth, it's nothing This is something for the gangstas, something for the riders With a pistol and the money and boppa right beside us We highly flammable, you better not ignite us You suffering from put one in the pussy nigga ride us Goddamn we killing it, ya kids gon' have to hide us So if you ain't coming with us then you gon' have to write us Cause it's on
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[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Ooh shit, mothafucka, goddamn Kickin' bitches out the condo like Pam Gettin' money everyday: I'm a groundhog Bout to scoop your girl up like a ground ball I walk light so I don't piss the ground off Man I swear my bitches do it 'til they suck the brown off Ugh, that's nasty Yes I am Weezy but I ain't asthmatic James Bond cologne, honey I put on Make 'em run and tell their friends like a marathon Voice baritone, haters carry on Beat the pussy up, call me Larry Holmes Young Money's Jerry Sloan, I turn every stone When she masturbates to me, that's how she learn every song To women I condone better write me when I'm gone No I'm not that thuggish not that ruggish but I do pack Bone Uh, I'm a love machine And I won't work for nobody but you It's only me and her cause the Bugatti a coupe It's Blood gang, slime but I parlay with Snoop I ain't lyin' I shoot, you don't need signs for proof Turn you to a vegetable like you lyin' in soup And when I'm in the booth, bitch, the lion is loose Man I got so many styles I am a group Damn, I'll be gone 'til November But fuck it I ain't trippin', I know Drizzy gonna kill 'em I'm stickin' to the script like lint on denim Mama said if the rules ain't bent, don't bend 'em Real nigga talkin', shut the fuck up, ho Gotta do it one time for Haiti, what up, Zoe? Weezy F Baby and the "F" is for Front door Cause that's where I bring it, Soo Woo if you bangin', muthafucka
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