[Intro: Drake]
(And Imma leave on one more note
One more motherfucking note
It's like this... Look at him
I ain't been here in a minute)
Cut the lights off I feel fantastic right now baby...
Yeah... Look...

[First Verse: Drake]
I said I used to cut the porch lights on and now I cut the porches lights on just to let them know their foresight's wrong
Where this rapper going with that obscure ice on he a lame I'm just tryna get my mature life on
O.D., O.D. Everybody know me, even fans that resemble them kids in the O.C
Oh me Oh my them girls love me like Seth Cohen
So get a grip get a glass pour the XO in
I did want one these n***as to say that I'm not the same
Pick a road cause where you driving is not a lane
And rest in peace to Pimp C life is not a game
Taking over the world no Pinky just a lot of Brain
He bout to send them the shit that I'm on (Yeah)
You probably could have predicted I'm on (Yeah)
My sense of judgment's a officially gone
Up into the air all the smoke from the swisher is blown
Ahh... I'm grown, I'm grown, I'm living in this elevator zone alone
I'm up so high, I'm never coming down and you say you got them hoes but they never coming 'round
I got penthouse bars I stay high above your ass
And I can see it all, my balcony is glass
And wifey's over (Bitches)
But money's over (Her)
Cause money's under (Nothing)
My life is such a (Blur)
That's not the way it has to go that's just what I prefer
And do not disagree with me it's best you just concur
I'm a legend with a legacy that can't help but survive
Even when I fucking die they're going to bury me alive...
[Hook: Drake]
And I'm so prestigious
I brought my n***as from the hood to the beaches
I'm living good gripping wood with all the features
Jesus my money straight no creases
Peep this
We got bottles over here
Kush is in the air... we good (O. D. O.D.)
Bitches over there... we good (O. D. O. D.)
Money on the floor we good
O.D. O.D everybody know me

[Second Verse: Travie McCoy]
Oh no Travie high on life again... (Wow)
Feel like I swallowed a whole bottle of Vicodin... (Dam)
So high I wanna cry like tiny violins
In my best mode the pesmote enjoy the silence... (Shh)
Stop the violence, how when every blind is like the motherfucking Watts riots pouring out my pen
Alright then be easy I'm a get back
Gentleman with a superlative use of syntax
And I done gave up the narcotics but I can't leave the crib without some Xanax in my water... (Nope)
Hello my name is Travie and I'm a lifeaholic
Told'em all these beats is like the Wallace to my Gromitt... (Ha)
The alpha to my Bruce Wayne, stripes on my candy cane
Worn without the other so for real without the candy brain
Super trooper like a gun tote in candyman
Ask me how I'm living bet I tell ya fine and dandy man
Check his vital signs they peaking off the meter man
Imma live forever in Neverland with Peter Pan
Fuck pulling the nine out
Imma pull a Amy Winehouse
Sipping Purple Rain with Mary Jane girls in my house... (My House)
Isaiah I'm a see ya when I get there
Until then hold me down like gravity it's Travie, Uno, Easy
[Hook: Drake]
And I'm so prestigious
I brought my n***as from the hood to the beaches
I'm living good gripping wood with all the features
Jesus my money straight no creases
Peep this
We got bottles over here
Kush is in the air... we good (O. D. O.D.)
Bitches over there... we good (O. D. O. D.)
Money on the floor we good
It's Mickey
O.D. O.D everybody know me

[Third Verse: Mickey Factz]
Ha I'm bout to overdose on life somebody please pass the weed
So if I comatose tonight you won't have to ask for reefer
If the things that I seen through my Prada frames got me paid
Watch me man, I'm cocky slave with this Rocky chain
I got I got my veins cluttered with this bud
And this name of it is fame and it's all up in my blood
Trying to suppress the too fresh feeling I got... Oooh yes
I'm aiming for the hugest duplex living like I'm Hugh Heff'
Every other night I need a brunette for group sex
Leaving with a bruised neck then I yell whose next... (Next)
Stand'em in a line this is new fact city take this crack between ya thighs... (Yeah)
(Mickey what you mean) I'm promethazine fuck the queen
Sniff the white horse of success and then let him lean... (Let 'em see)
Trying to match my high on life... (Then let 'em dream)
Gotta catch the spot on my flight
First class known of the aroma of the smoker life
Got me like a stoner, a zoner but nah it's never over... (Mickey what you mean)
I stick my tongue out, sipping Remy conceited of I'm teasing every bum out
Hung out with celebrities from every drug house
So when you remember me say that I was strung out... (Mickey what you mean)
I'm a addict for the green cash Imma O.D. so fuck going to rehab
[Chorus: Drake]
And I'm so prestigious
I brought my n***as from the hood to the beaches
I'm living good gripping wood with all the features
Jesus my money straight no creases
Peep this
We got bottles over here
Kush is in the air... we good (O. D. O.D.)
Bitches over there... we good (O. D. O. D.)
Money on the floor we good
O.D. O.D everybody know me