Drake
Whoo, Talking Filets With The Truffle Butter (Drake Only)

[Intro]
Uh

[Verse]
Thinking out loud
I must have a quarter-million on me right now
Hard a make a song 'bout some' other than the money
Two things I'm about it are talking blunt and staying blunted
Pretty women, are you here? Are you here right now, huh?
We should all disappear right now
Look, you're getting all your friends, and you're getting in the car
And you're coming to the house, are we clear right now, huh?
You see the fleet of all the new things
Cop cars with the loose change
All white like I move things
N***as see me rolling, and they mood change
Like a muh'fucker
New flow, I got a dozen of 'em
Ion't trust ya, you a undercover
I could prolly make some stepsisters fuck each other
Whoo, talking filets with the truffle butter
Fresh sheets and towels, man, she gotta love it
Yeah, they all get what they desire from it
What? Tell them n***as we ain't hiding from it