[Intro: Lil Wayne]
That's what they doin'. Camera on, they actin' like these singers, man. I ain't goin' to the studio until I got a situation, a subject, I need a beat, I need the producer. Who gonna be on the hook? Man, what is you doin'? Go in the studio with fuckin' clips! Clips! Ammo!
[Verse 1: Drake]
Brand new Beretta, can't wait to let it go,
Walk up in my label like, “Where the check, though?”
Yeah, I said it, wouldn't dap you with the left, ho,
Shut the fuck up! Text from a centerfold, I ain't reply,
Let her know I read it, though.
Voice mail say she ready, though.
N**gas know I'm credible, ain't no pussy on a pedestal,
Got my foot on the 'Cedes Benz pedal.
Doin' 90 on the bridge like, “N**ga, you already know,
And if you don't know, then now you know, now you know.”
Switchin' up the angles,
Now I'm in the Rolls with illuminated angel,
Four or five chains made of gold gettin' tangled,
My n**ga Biz said, “The first mil' gon' change you.”
Change for the better, hit it, then dead her,
That's my vendetta, keep this shit together.
Goddamn, we ain't even gotta scam,
Cocaine coupe, we ain't even got a scale,
Used to flip apps, now that old plug murked,
Ain't a damn thing changed, you can still get the work.
Just hold on one moment and someone will be right with you.
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[Verse 2: Drake]
I remember how I went to Louis V with Haf',
Watched them spread ten thousand dollars on the glass,
I never ever thought I'd see that in my life,
Now I'm in the East ‘cause my boys are gettin' right, man.
I was on TV makin' fifty racks a year,
After helpin' momma out the shit would disappear,
I am not a man, I can't do this on my own,
So I started askin' them if they would put me on.
And they did put me on, yeah, they did put me on,
Now we in the basement and we workin' on the phone,
Now we in the basement and we workin' on the phone, man!
Line blowin' up, workin' on the phones,
Now we in the basement and we workin' on the phones
But I just couldn't do it, had to leave that shit alone, man.
– Hear what?
– Yo, hear what? Tek time.
– Ahh, nuh shake!
– Yo, hear what?
– Wa gwan try stop!
– Yo, him fried! Him fried and a sleep awhile ago inna di van, you know, Drizzy?
Blowin' up, line blowin' up, they need the whole thing.
Blowin' up, my n**gas really need the whole thing.
Blowin' up, line blowin' up, they need the whole thing.
Blowin' up, my n**gas really need the whole thing.
[Verse 3: Drake]
I do better with the rider in my system,
Oh yeah, I'm on deck, when you call me, I'll listen.
I listen unless I been mixin', you know when I'm mixin',
You know when I'm mixin', I smoke when I drink, it's tradition,
Like Zoë mama I go hippy,
Peace sign in the air like I'm Nixon.
I'm mixin', I am not Esco, but it was written,
I knew when they didn't, I been had these visions
Of the life I'm livin' since I was Jimmy,
All I had to do was just go and get it, and now we
Blowin' up, line blowin' up, they need the whole thing.
Blowin' up, my n**gas really need the whole thing.
