[Hook: Future]
Talking 'bout you popping tags, n***a you ain't bought sh**
Talking bout a hunned bottles, n***a you ain't popped sh**
All you talk nana clips, n***a you ain't shot sh**
Spending money on these hoes, n***a you ain't f** sh**
[Verse 1: Drake]
Took n***as out the hood like I'm from there
So you know it's all good when I come there
I hear you talk about your city like you run that
And I brought my tour to your city, you my son there n***a
But I had to come through for the remix
On my haven't done a verse in 8 weeks sh**
And if a n***a say my name, he the hot sh**
But if I say the n***a name, he still the hot sh**
f**ed up, lucky I don't feed into the gossip
n***as act like they don't know, but they should know
Yeah, I just think it's funny how they dangling the bait
But I'm the one that's k**ing n***as on the hooks though
And n***as ain't got a grill, still ice grill hating
I know y'all already know Mike Will Made It
Just looking at the numbers, n***a, I feel amazing
I call Michael Jordan up and Mike will make it
I'm the young rap n***a with the 'Melo deal
You need to come to OVO for a better deal
Just know a million ain't sh** once you get a mill
And n***as say it's all good, that's how you better feel
n***a nah, f** that, this year I'm talking big stuff
Rolling through the city like a young n***a bricked up
f** n***as gon' be f** n***as
That's why we never give a f** when a f** n***a switched up
[Hook: Future]
Talking 'bout you popping tags, n***a you ain't bought sh**
Talking bout a hunned bottles, n***a you ain't popped sh**
All you talk nana clips, n***a you ain't shot sh**
Spending money on these hoes, n***a you ain't f** sh**
[Verse 2: Juicy J]
If money talk then your pockets ain't saying sh**
I'm in the bathroom getting head from your b**h
And I ain't paying her sh**
You want beef? You don't know who you playing with
I tell my pilot to land the jet
I'm hopping off, get 'em, we popping off
Give a click and you n***as dead where you standing at
I'm just a trippy n***a smoking on cabbage
Your money funny like Jim Carrey
I got b**hes that's super bad like Halle
And we still keeping that white like Barry
I'm a rich n***a, still keep a pistol with me
n***a you ain't f**in' with a picture of me
I got all this cake and shooters with me
Just in case you p**y n***as try to get you a piece
What it is, my n***a? What it's hittin' for?
Where the car you were whippin' in the video?
Where is the ice at n***a? Where them pretty hoes?
You a fraud, real n***as already know
Broke a** n***as, I can't stand 'em
I hit 'em with the cannon
I'm buying off the mall at random
Juicy J, that n***a fresh to d**h
Smoke it till it's nothing left
Peel off then I'm ghost in my Phantom
[Hook: Future]
Talking 'bout you popping tags, n***a you ain't bought sh**
Talking bout a hunned bottles, n***a you ain't popped sh**
All you talk nana clips, n***a you ain't shot sh**
Spending money on these hoes, n***a you ain't f** sh**