Yeah, yeah, we made 50k in two months
Bitches say we too up
She just wanna get me too drunk
What, bitch I'm tryna live like Clueless
I'm not talkin' f*ckin' stupid
Talk to me like that, then you just a nuisance
Ice on me, I'm super cool I'm in Miami like Don Shula
I got your back, baby, I pull up
Inside interior, hardwood
I act good for Tom Ford
You should give me top more
Boss shit up on the top floor
It's me, the code, the bros and fours
Fee-fi-fo-four four four four four four
And she wanna know where I live, baby, I ain't never f*ckin' home
Dark, wet, f*ckin' cold
Bitch, stick to the code
Which wrist really froze
No fist to the dome, I ride with chrome for those
Pop another four and grow another chromosome
Walk into the store, we put the f*ckin' cronies on
Blow a hundred f*ckin' mo', cause I get analogs
If we up the score, you gettin boxed like Amazon
My life just a show and, bitch, the plot is something you ain't seen before
I can't dumb it down for you, but you could probably sing along
And for like, the past couple of years, I feel like JT
Cause this whole time, shit, I thought that they all hate me
Tellin' me about your old guy, lil' bitch you do the same thing
I just keep a tight circle, like it's f*ckin stranger things
We try to do it right the first time, tryna see our f*ckin' dreams
Don't make this shit not easy, I got the vision like Stevie
Saks fifth, buy me a Fleece
They don't make me pay fees
I'm a dog, got fleas
Lil' bitch call when you need
Nobody talkin' to me, and really be f*ckin talkin' to me
Don't f*ck up what it means
Don't f*ck up, don't f*ck up
Yeah, yeah, we made 50k in two months
Bitches say we too up
She just wanna get me too drunk
What, bitch I'm tryna live like Clueless
I'm not talkin' f*ckin' stupid
Talk to me like that, then you just a nuisance
Ice on me, I'm super cool I'm in Miami like Don Shula
I got your back, baby, I pull up
Inside interior, hardwood
I act good for Tom Ford
You should give me top more
Boss shit up on the top floor
It's me, the code, the bros and fours
Fee-fi-fo-four four four four four four
And she wanna know where I live, baby, I ain't never f*ckin' home
Dark, wet, f*ckin' cold
Bitch, stick to the code
Which wrist really froze
No fist to the dome, I ride with chrome for those
Pop another four and grow another chromosome
Walk into the store, we put the f*ckin' cronies on
Now everybody, let's give thanks to Drake
Thank you, Drake, for everything
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Yeah, yeah, we made 50k in two months
Bitches say we too up
She just wanna get me too drunk
What, bitch I'm tryna live like Clueless
I'm not talkin' f*ckin' stupid
Talk to me like that, then you just a nuisance
Ice on me, I'm super cool I'm in Miami like Don Shula
I got your back, baby, I pull up
Inside interior, hardwood
I act good for Tom Ford
You should give me top more
Boss shit up on the top floor
It's me, the code, the bros and fours
Fee-fi-fo-four four four four four four
And she wanna know where I live, baby, I ain't never f*ckin' home
Dark, wet, f*ckin' cold
Bitch, stick to the code
Which wrist really froze
No fist to the dome, I ride with chrome for those
Pop another four and grow another chromosome
Walk into the store, we put the f*ckin' cronies on
Blow a hundred f*ckin' mo', cause I get analogs
If we up the score, you gettin boxed like Amazon
My life just a show and, bitch, the plot is something you ain't seen before
I can't dumb it down for you, but you could probably sing along
And for like, the past couple of years, I feel like JT
Cause this whole time, shit, I thought that they all hate me
Tellin' me about your old guy, lil' bitch you do the same thing
I just keep a tight circle, like it's f*ckin stranger things
We try to do it right the first time, tryna see our f*ckin' dreams
Don't make this shit not easy, I got the vision like Stevie
Saks fifth, buy me a Fleece
They don't make me pay fees
I'm a dog, got fleas
Lil' bitch call when you need
Nobody talkin' to me, and really be f*ckin talkin' to me
Don't f*ck up what it means
Don't f*ck up, don't f*ck up
Yeah, yeah, we made 50k in two months
Bitches say we too up
She just wanna get me too drunk
What, bitch I'm tryna live like Clueless
I'm not talkin' f*ckin' stupid
Talk to me like that, then you just a nuisance
Ice on me, I'm super cool I'm in Miami like Don Shula
I got your back, baby, I pull up
Inside interior, hardwood
I act good for Tom Ford
You should give me top more
Boss shit up on the top floor
It's me, the code, the bros and fours
Fee-fi-fo-four four four four four four
And she wanna know where I live, baby, I ain't never f*ckin' home
Dark, wet, f*ckin' cold
Bitch, stick to the code
Which wrist really froze
No fist to the dome, I ride with chrome for those
Pop another four and grow another chromosome
Walk into the store, we put the f*ckin' cronies on
Now everybody, let's give thanks to Drake
Thank you, Drake, for everything
Bitches say we too up
She just wanna get me too drunk
What, bitch I'm tryna live like Clueless
I'm not talkin' f*ckin' stupid
Talk to me like that, then you just a nuisance
Ice on me, I'm super cool I'm in Miami like Don Shula
I got your back, baby, I pull up
Inside interior, hardwood
I act good for Tom Ford
You should give me top more
Boss shit up on the top floor
It's me, the code, the bros and fours
Fee-fi-fo-four four four four four four
And she wanna know where I live, baby, I ain't never f*ckin' home
Dark, wet, f*ckin' cold
Bitch, stick to the code
Which wrist really froze
No fist to the dome, I ride with chrome for those
Pop another four and grow another chromosome
Walk into the store, we put the f*ckin' cronies on
Blow a hundred f*ckin' mo', cause I get analogs
If we up the score, you gettin boxed like Amazon
My life just a show and, bitch, the plot is something you ain't seen before
I can't dumb it down for you, but you could probably sing along
And for like, the past couple of years, I feel like JT
Cause this whole time, shit, I thought that they all hate me
Tellin' me about your old guy, lil' bitch you do the same thing
I just keep a tight circle, like it's f*ckin stranger things
We try to do it right the first time, tryna see our f*ckin' dreams
Don't make this shit not easy, I got the vision like Stevie
Saks fifth, buy me a Fleece
They don't make me pay fees
I'm a dog, got fleas
Lil' bitch call when you need
Nobody talkin' to me, and really be f*ckin talkin' to me
Don't f*ck up what it means
Don't f*ck up, don't f*ck up
Yeah, yeah, we made 50k in two months
Bitches say we too up
She just wanna get me too drunk
What, bitch I'm tryna live like Clueless
I'm not talkin' f*ckin' stupid
Talk to me like that, then you just a nuisance
Ice on me, I'm super cool I'm in Miami like Don Shula
I got your back, baby, I pull up
Inside interior, hardwood
I act good for Tom Ford
You should give me top more
Boss shit up on the top floor
It's me, the code, the bros and fours
Fee-fi-fo-four four four four four four
And she wanna know where I live, baby, I ain't never f*ckin' home
Dark, wet, f*ckin' cold
Bitch, stick to the code
Which wrist really froze
No fist to the dome, I ride with chrome for those
Pop another four and grow another chromosome
Walk into the store, we put the f*ckin' cronies on
Now everybody, let's give thanks to Drake
Thank you, Drake, for everything
Writer: Patrick Buling-Carey
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