[Intro - Gwen Stefani]

And you're so sad. It's too bad. I wish you could've had what I had

[Verse 1 - Zin-Zeta]

All my bitches crave the riches which they THINK I have
They don't understand that
My money comes slowly and steady
And only if everyone throws me some pennies
For all these recordings they don't even let me know about
Until it's like the day before
At like four in the morning; it's surely annoying
I'm sorry, but corny and boring MCs
Are, like, always the first who want so much for free
And they swear that they're special and act like I owe'em
And try to make me think I'm lucky to know'em
But I'm lucky mama didn't raise a dummy
And that I can play it cool when they act funny
Because, at the end of the day, I still need'em
To keep me from going insane, so I feed'em
BEATS... and beats, and beats, But, I ain't stupid; I tell them "I don't sell'em; I lease'em."
I let'em make a hit from my sh*t, then hit'em up for my cut, till the sh*t gets weak, son
So what're your thoughts on that?
What're your thoughts of my thoughts on wax?
If you think I'm wrong, n***a, SKIP this song
But, if you feel me, n***a, sing along
[Chorus - Drake]

Hell yeah... hell yeah, hell yeah...
F*ckin' right... f*ckin' right, all right
And we say, "Hell yeah... hell yeah, hell yeah...
F*ckin' right... damn right, all right. (Yeah)

[Verse 2 - Zin-Zeta]

N***a, what'chu want - new school or old school?
What the f*ck... you thought I couldn't do both, fool?
This whole hip-hop sh*t is a Cakewalk for me
So don't give me Reason to use ProTools
Most n***as got a lot of sh*t to go through
Before they get to me, and I don't even KNOW you
So, don't step outta line and get your whole crew shot
Bullets will heat up your stomach like soul food
Don't give me reason to go back to my old ways
I was herbin' n***as back in the old days
If they would ever try to come to me and act up
They got the top of their heads slapped. "Homie don't play... that."
Put a bullet in your wave cap
Push your finger-waves back, then grab your chick's ass
Make her gag on the dick, back and forth, quick-fast
Have her catch whiplash, then tell her to think fast
So what're your thoughts on that?
What're your thoughts of my thoughts on wax?
If you think I'm wrong, n***a, SKIP this song
But, if you feel me, n***a, sing along...
... Sh*t...
If you think I'm wrong, n***a, SKIP this song! But, if you feel me, n***a, sing along

[Chorus - Drake]

Hell yeah... hell yeah, hell yeah...
F*ckin' right... f*ckin' right, all right
And we say, "Hell yeah... hell yeah, hell yeah...
F*ckin' right... damn right, all right. (Yeah)