[Drake]
Yeah, okay, we made it to america
I remember when I used to stay with erica
Label transferred 20 million to comerica
Something got me actin out of character
Young to n-gga, either ridin' range
The ferarri top down, screamin money ain't a thang
Tell me when I changed, girl, but only when I change
Cuz I live this sh-t for real, n-ggas know me in the game, they knowww
Makin' hits in 3 acre cribs
Cookin' up tryna eat n-ggas steak and ribs
I made a couple stars outta basic chicks
Nowadays blow the candles out, don't even make a wish
Having good times, makin' good money
Lot of bad b-tches, but they good to me
I make her do the splits for a rap
Wish you n-ggas good luck tryin' to get where I'm at
© 2024 Cloverlyrics.com