[Intro]
(Thank you, Fizzle)
(Smoov, what's good, baby?)

[Verse 1: Drakeo the Ruler]
I'm finna beat him with a rose umbrella
Just made his hip hop but I rock out like Elvis Presley
Water on my neck, I could've bought ten jet skis
Killin' opps and drownin' n***as at the club is my pet peeve
I'm finna lift his top like a convertible
Arkansas? What's that, a boy band? I never heard of it
Just put a hole in one, I'm Tiger Woods, I'm a champion
We need fifty-thousand ones, do a backflip or somethin', bitch
Shit, we need all the gymnastics
Even think about my chains he gon' be doin' acrobatic flips
I'm off a bean with Jack and Jill
He said twenty-thousand dollars for a show? What's that gon' do?
Negative, I don't want it
You add forty-thousand more then we can talk about performances
Maybe I'll bring Drake through if you blow me
A shit talker, nicknamed me Mr. Mosley

[Verse 2]
Starin' on my wrist, I'm tryna figure this shit out
Neighbors keep complainin', all these bitches runnin' out
Nah, I ain't that ho, you just give me the porter house
I don't want the intercourse but I'm gon' need that motor mouth
Is your tryna top me? Best believe I will ask
It's your birthday? You got your hair done? You still trash
On my worst day I counted fifty-thousand, still mad
If it fit I gotta buy it, I don't check no price tag
Fuckin' all these n***as hoes, damn, I'm startin' to feel bad
Used to be a average Joe, now I'm signin' autographs
Skeletons up in my closet, never mind, it's just Amiris
Only righteous lil' n***as let us represent the city
[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
Drop a half a million Rolls Royce down and it's ten on it
We paid ninety-five-hundred for a table up at penthouse
You don't like me, let it rip, obviously I got a big mouth
If your jewelry don't shine in the dark, throw that shit out
We them n***as everybody wanna hear from
Play call 'em, John Madden, put a stick on it
I'm a boss, I ain't ever had a big homie
You see us hoppin' out them coupes with that shit on us
Drop a half a million Rolls Royce down and it's ten on it
We paid ninety-five-hundred for a table up at penthouse
You don't like me, let it rip, obviously I got a big mouth
If your jewelry don't shine in the dark, throw that shit out
We them n***as everybody wanna hear from
Play call 'em, John Madden, put a stick on it
I'm a boss, I ain't ever had a big homie
You see us hoppin' out them coupes with that shit on us

[Verse 3]
Lot of foreigns pullin' up, cameras flashin' when we get out
It's a lot of bad bitches, let me see who I'm gon' pick out
Lot of blowers in the club, I had to tell the bouncer chill out
Seen you in the dance floor, her ass and bitches gettin' kicked out
Who the fuck else? We the ones represent the city
I'm that n***a clearin' out the section up at Fendi
Can't believe my eyes, look at all this shit, I'm gettin' teary
I'm with evil guys in the club, they pressin' the security
[Verse 4: Drakeo the Ruler]
Opps get drowned and these thotties get no love
Muggin' when I'm thuggin', we gon' fill his shirt with more blood
Four cannons in the coupe, I'm wildin', did you peep it?
I know you probably seen me on the T.V. with Saweetie
Tricky, it get risky when I'm in the coupe with Pippy
Do n***as even want money now or just bitches?
Magic stick when you see me, poof, we gone, I'm a wizard
Two nines, thought he had the perfect play 'til I picked it
Mossed him

[Verse 5]
Thought I had the perfect bitch, but I switched it
Lot of horses in the hood, yeah, just lifted
N***as trash, I can't listen, I wouldn't know if n***as dissin'
I got maids moppin', doin' dishes, please don't go up in the kitchen
I just poured a four to myself, I don't know if n***as sippin'
Out of town or a teli, them the only two conventions
All these n***as gettin' quiet, disappearin', I think n***as goin' missin'
I been sippin' on this [?] for a minute, I ain't fuck' with no [?]

[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
Drop a half a million Rolls Royce down and it's ten on it
We paid ninety-five-hundred for a table up at penthouse
You don't like me, let it rip, obviously I got a big mouth
If your jewelry don't shine in the dark, throw that shit out
We them n***as everybody wanna hear from
Play call 'em, John Madden, put a stick on it
I'm a boss, I ain't ever had a big homie
You see us hoppin' out them coupes with that shit on us
[Post-Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
Shit, damn, we them n***as everybody wanna hear from
Shit, man, we paid ninety-five-hundred for a table up at penthouse
Shit, Drop a half a million Rolls Royce down and it's ten on it
N***a, if your jewelry don't shine in the dark, throw that shit out

[Outro: Drakeo the Ruler]
Shit, man
N***a know what's goin' on
I been tryna figure out, like, n***a, like
Where you n***as be? Like where's all them exotic cars
All that shit n***as talkin' 'bout 'cause
Like we was at the club [?]
Ten-thousand like, we had a [?], haha
Where were you at though? N***as ain't ever there
N***a, n***as always, "Oh yeah, the homies, yeah, all that"
Where was you at though? Oh, okay, haha
I know the truth, haha
Drop a half a million Rolls Royce down and it's ten on it
Yeah, bitch
Ha, eat that, n***a
Pow, right in the kisser
Woo, mhm, I tell you what