Lyrics:
Cuz, I'm paid now, all white range now
Nothing was the same now
I feel like Drake Now
Oh shit they scared of me, cuz money talks and I can interpret
by
DND, don’t delete me there wont be no archives
DND, Drake and driving soothe my feelings that I hide
DND, don't disturb me cus I'm out here for
Yo, whattup ma'? I got a pocket full of stinkies
Let's go spend these right quick (what's that?)
All my fly bitches like (dirty money, dirty
from round you ain’t getting nothing from me
You dingy, and your clothes looking bummy
Money my safe money by weight
So much money got the strippers
about my business
Killin' all these rappers, you would swear I had a hit list
Everyone who doubted me is askin' for forgiveness
If you ain't been
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
you tellin
Bout your step, them fairy tales
Got you by a horse so you can catch seashells
I don't want my bitch at all
She like a toddler, she bad
all the Drake shit, fuck all the Drake shit, I be the Truelove of my city, yeah, yeah, woah, woah, yeah, yeah
Two months I was going through hell
you get hit with da drake
Nuthing but real niggas all In my face
Quick to pop off I Advise you dont play
Im on dat gas today
Im in my bag today
I
must be crazy, nigga
Onе song for my deluxe is all I need to do
These puppies barkin'
They done bit off more than they can chew
My album just dropped
I'm
Stacking money just like blocks
She always picking from the top
Meet me at the spot
I'll b there after this drop
Swing by(swing by)
I'm outside(I'm outside)
mastered these waves
All you do is just ride em
I'm a shark to these beats
I smell blood and I bite em
I Feel like I'm Drake
I started from the bottom
I
cus he be moving too gay
Out in London with a Lauren you can chill by the lake
October's very own a make you think its old Drake
When my pops was in
Yeah
Y'all might want to skip this one, this is a
Harsh truth
Very harsh truth
Look
To all the ladies wonderin' why
Drake can't rap like that
bang, for the power and the money
All these zeros in my check, the bank keep piling up my money
You need money for these whores, you need money for
up like that, you need to pipe down
Lyrics all cap need to go put the mic down (cap)
Bullets fly by this shit windy like Chi-Town
Don't sleep
I'm knocking you over like dominoes
I can go all day
You can't come stop the show
Cause that's what has gotten my dollar flow
Say I got money that's
the cup candy on the paint
She say I got in my feelings like I'm drake
But I got a Mac gotta keep a K
All that talkin you doing smack you lose your taste
I
bring out the bulls chase by rams it got em' freezing
(Aye)
Its ram snz I don't mess with shawty cause I got my own reasons
No, I'm not Drake but I been
Stuff the money in a safe, I'm addicted to the cake
Started from the bottom, now I'm here
Call me Drake, speedin' in a Vette
All gas, don't hit
brain
Yeah, by the end of the night, we
On test if the girl is straight
All these phones coming in from the break of day
You better watch how you move my
like hoes I see
Nigga get shot by me
I put that Drake on they ass
Hope I get blessed in these streets
Selling this weed
Plus my little hoe shake ass
the girls my room key
Money can't buy you love, so I don't pay for no pussy
I don't pay these haters no mind, so fuckin' call me cheap
I grab life by
hear is retreat
And I'll bet all the cash on me that we getaway clean
I'm too raw all I eat with my sushi is soy
I'm moving step by step like a wind up
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