I'm the fuckin' man, y'all don't get it, do ya?
Type of money, everybody acting like they knew ya
Go Uptown, New York City, bitch
Some Spanish girls love me like I'm Aventura
Tell Uncle Luke I'm out in Miami too
Clubbing hard, fuckin' women, there ain't much to do
Wrist bling, got a condo up in Biscayne
Still getting brain from a thang, ain't shit changed
How you feel how you feel how you feel?
Twenty five sittin' on 25 mil
I'm in the building and I'm feeling myself
Rest in peace Mac Dre, I'm-a do it for the Bay
Getting paid, we'll holler whenever that stop
My team good, we don't really need a mascot
Tell Tune "light one, pass it like a relay"
Ymcmb, you niggas more ymca
Me, Freddie and Marley Marl at the crib-o
Shout goes out to Niko, J, and Chubbs, shouts to Gibbo
We got Santa Margherita by the liter
She know even if I'm fucking with her, I don't really need her
That's how you feel, man?
That's really how you feel?
Cause the pimpin' ice cold, all these bitches wanna chill
I'm mean maybe she won't
Then again maybe she will
I can almost guarantee she know the deal, real nigga, wassup?
[Hook: Drake]
Now she want a photo
You already know, though
You only live once: that's the motto nigga, yolo
And we bout it every day, every day, every day
Like we sittin' on the bench nigga, we don't really play
Every day, every day, fuck what anybody say
Can't seem em cause the money in the way
Real nigga, wassup?
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
One time? Fuck one time
I'm calling niggas out like the umpire
Seven grams in the blunt?
Almost drowned in her pussy so I swam to her butt
It's Eastside, we in this bitch
Wish a nigga would, like a tree in this bitch
And if a leaf fall put some weed in that bitch
That's my mo, add a B to that shit
I'm fucked up, torn down
I'm twisted: door knob
Talk stupid?, off with your head!
Nigga, money talks, and Mr. Ed
I'm so Young Money got a drum on the gun
Energizer bunny
Funny how honey ain't sweet like sugar
Ain't shit sweet? Niggas on the street like hookers
I tongue kiss her other tongue
Skeet skeet skeet: water gun
Oh my God, Becky, look at her butt! Tunechi
[Hook: Drake]
Now she want a photo
You already know though
You only live once: that's the motto, nigga Yolo
And we bout it every day, every day, every day
Like we sittin' on the bench, nigga, we don't really play
Every day, every day, fuck what anybody say
Can't seem em cause the money in the way
Real nigga, wassup?
[Verse 1: Drake] I'm the fuckin' man, y'all don't get it, do ya? Type of money, everybody acting like they knew ya Go Uptown, New York City, bitch Some Spanish girls love me like I'm Aventura Tell Uncle Luke I'm out in Miami too Clubbing hard, fuckin' women, there ain't much to do Wrist bling, got a condo up in Biscayne Still getting brain from a thang, ain't shit changed How you feel how you feel how you feel? Twenty five sittin' on 25 mil I'm in the building and I'm feeling myself Rest in peace Mac Dre, I'm-a do it for the Bay Getting paid, we'll holler whenever that stop My team good, we don't really need a mascot Tell Tune "light one, pass it like a relay" Ymcmb, you niggas more ymca Me, Freddie and Marley Marl at the crib-o Shout goes out to Niko, J, and Chubbs, shouts to Gibbo We got Santa Margherita by the liter She know even if I'm fucking with her, I don't really need her That's how you feel, man? That's really how you feel? Cause the pimpin' ice cold, all these bitches wanna chill I'm mean maybe she won't Then again maybe she will I can almost guarantee she know the deal, real nigga, wassup? [Hook: Drake] Now she want a photo You already know, though You only live once: that's the motto nigga, yolo And we bout it every day, every day, every day Like we sittin' on the bench nigga, we don't really play Every day, every day, fuck what anybody say Can't seem em cause the money in the way Real nigga, wassup? [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] One time? Fuck one time I'm calling niggas out like the umpire Seven grams in the blunt? Almost drowned in her pussy so I swam to her butt It's Eastside, we in this bitch Wish a nigga would, like a tree in this bitch And if a leaf fall put some weed in that bitch That's my mo, add a B to that shit I'm fucked up, torn down I'm twisted: door knob Talk stupid?, off with your head! Nigga, money talks, and Mr. Ed I'm so Young Money got a drum on the gun Energizer bunny Funny how honey ain't sweet like sugar Ain't shit sweet? Niggas on the street like hookers I tongue kiss her other tongue Skeet skeet skeet: water gun Oh my God, Becky, look at her butt! Tunechi [Hook: Drake] Now she want a photo You already know though You only live once: that's the motto, nigga Yolo And we bout it every day, every day, every day Like we sittin' on the bench, nigga, we don't really play Every day, every day, fuck what anybody say Can't seem em cause the money in the way Real nigga, wassup? Explain Request ×
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