Drake N' Josh
Ooh, woah
Ayy, Slim with the Sauce
Act right, act right
He ain't got a bag, bagpipe
Act right, act right
Based1 got them bands, ho
Ayy
All the cash, blue, no green
I'm nice, don't mean to be rude, but the kid got a lot
Yeah, why you want dick? you should prolly kick rocks
I was sauced and lit, jet-skied from the yacht
I was handlin' bizz, I was handin' out shots
She was jerkin' on my kids, she was strokin' on my Glock
Let it fire, let it rip, we gon' spin the whole block
I was totin' on the stick, I'm with Drake and not Josh
Woah, who finna pop?
He dropped his album but that shit gon' flop
I know we valid, yeah, all we got's hot
Y'all miscellaneous, y'all are some opps
That's not your bag, I know it's a prop
That's not real hundreds, some 20's you chopped
He think it's funny until he on fox
She in bikini, yellow polka dot
Woah, I ran up my bag, I had to get to the cash
They goin out sad, I'm in that F Type Jag
Bitch I'm cold hearted, so I'm covered in chrome heart tags
It's a heart attack waitin' to happen
She arrested in cardiac, shit gettin' bad
Yeah I'm already knowin' they play my shit last
They know what's it bout, they know my shit gon' blast
I pay her rent, and she pay in face
I put the Cartier frame on my face
I put the Audemars link on my bae
No I can't hit your blunt, that shit might be laced
Come and pull up on me, know I ride with the flame
Keep it on me, if I don't, it's a shame
Downshift, hit the gas, switch lanes
Raf Simmons with the Rick today
I'm in the booth with them all
Nigga, we ain't fishin with these raws
I make a bitch clap, no applause
I got 5 sucking me like it's they job
They tryna come for me, no you cannot
They wanna join the team but they some opps
I had em' bouncin' on me like some shocks
I had her suck the whole team, the whole block
All the cash, blue, no green
I'm nice, don't mean to be rude, but the kid got a lot
Yeah, why you want dick? you should prolly kick rocks
I was sauced and lit, jet-skied from the yacht
I handlin bizz, I was handin' out shots
She was jerkin' on my kids, she was strokin' on my Glock
Let it fire, let it rip, we gon' spin the whole block
I was totin' on the stick, I'm a Drake and not Josh
Woah, who finna pop?
He dropped his album but that shit gon' flop
I know we valid, yeah, all we got's hot
Y'all miscellaneous, y'all are some opps
That's not your bag, I know it's a prop
That's not real hundreds, some 20's you chopped
He think it's funny until he on fox
She in bikini, yeah, like polka dot
Ayy, Slim with the Sauce
Act right, act right
He ain't got a bag, bagpipe
Act right, act right
Based1 got them bands, ho
Ayy
All the cash, blue, no green
I'm nice, don't mean to be rude, but the kid got a lot
Yeah, why you want dick? you should prolly kick rocks
I was sauced and lit, jet-skied from the yacht
I was handlin' bizz, I was handin' out shots
She was jerkin' on my kids, she was strokin' on my Glock
Let it fire, let it rip, we gon' spin the whole block
I was totin' on the stick, I'm with Drake and not Josh
Woah, who finna pop?
He dropped his album but that shit gon' flop
I know we valid, yeah, all we got's hot
Y'all miscellaneous, y'all are some opps
That's not your bag, I know it's a prop
That's not real hundreds, some 20's you chopped
He think it's funny until he on fox
She in bikini, yellow polka dot
Woah, I ran up my bag, I had to get to the cash
They goin out sad, I'm in that F Type Jag
Bitch I'm cold hearted, so I'm covered in chrome heart tags
It's a heart attack waitin' to happen
She arrested in cardiac, shit gettin' bad
Yeah I'm already knowin' they play my shit last
They know what's it bout, they know my shit gon' blast
I pay her rent, and she pay in face
I put the Cartier frame on my face
I put the Audemars link on my bae
No I can't hit your blunt, that shit might be laced
Come and pull up on me, know I ride with the flame
Keep it on me, if I don't, it's a shame
Downshift, hit the gas, switch lanes
Raf Simmons with the Rick today
I'm in the booth with them all
Nigga, we ain't fishin with these raws
I make a bitch clap, no applause
I got 5 sucking me like it's they job
They tryna come for me, no you cannot
They wanna join the team but they some opps
I had em' bouncin' on me like some shocks
I had her suck the whole team, the whole block
All the cash, blue, no green
I'm nice, don't mean to be rude, but the kid got a lot
Yeah, why you want dick? you should prolly kick rocks
I was sauced and lit, jet-skied from the yacht
I handlin bizz, I was handin' out shots
She was jerkin' on my kids, she was strokin' on my Glock
Let it fire, let it rip, we gon' spin the whole block
I was totin' on the stick, I'm a Drake and not Josh
Woah, who finna pop?
He dropped his album but that shit gon' flop
I know we valid, yeah, all we got's hot
Y'all miscellaneous, y'all are some opps
That's not your bag, I know it's a prop
That's not real hundreds, some 20's you chopped
He think it's funny until he on fox
She in bikini, yeah, like polka dot
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Writer(s): Alexander Senko, Ben Sturdivant, Matthias Ringleb, Cooper Mitchell
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