Drake - Family Feud lyrics

[Intro: Drake] Yeah, Dedication 6, of course Shout out Guru for sendin' me the beat, too Young Angel, Young Lion More Life, no dyin' Yeah, alright, I got it, yeah [Verse 1: Drake] Super Bowl goals, I'm at the crib with Puff He got Kaepernick on the phone, he in a whole different mode Angel hair at 2AM for Bey and Hov Just to show them how I treat the city like my humble abode Ayy, tell me if TD Bank is approvin' loans I'm thinkin' of payin' Wayne what Universal owes My n***a spent a lifetime goin' platinum and gold He should own half of the label, sh** outta control Somebody get Larry Jackson on the phone I need some ownership if we pressin' go 'Cause business is boomin' on behalf of me I need a bite outta the Apple like Adam and Eve We gon' have to break the billi' curse I need my paper long like "A Milli" verse Or too long like a sentence from a Philly judge f** is the point in all the beefin' when we really blood? Nobody wins when the family feuds, n***a Everybody gotta eat, we can't exclude n***as I make the crib, expandin' pools, and expandin' rooms Addin' Hammam Spas with tannin' booths, n***a That's truth, no boost, n***a But this isn't all about callin' truce I'm still dishin' out verbal abuse That sh** could get re-introduced If somebody got somethin' they urgin' to prove, n***a Inspirin' to the youth New Years Eve, lookin' like a royal flush Wait, we all in the same suit I'm Hall of Fame in the booth, n***a My karma makin' the news, n***a This pudding taste like the proof, n***a If I ever see Trump, he better salute n***as Much as we do, n***a (for real) [Interlude: Lil Wayne] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Six sh** [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] I could care less 'bout your squad I don't connect when I'm flyin' I'm on a jet and it's mine I just hope the weather is fine I took the jet to Dubai I took the jet to Milan I took the jet way to Africa, shout out my n***a Akon Your b**h sweatin' my squad Please get the sweat out her eye I put the dick in her spine I f**ed the b**h in her prime Don't get my credit declined Give all the credit to Moms I flipped the bird at the Bird; hey, what's for dinner? Popeyes These chickens got bird flu And they chirp, chirp too Always sung, never flew These boys hot girls too If money grow on trees, I climb and rest in that b**h Build a treehouse and knock the bird nest out that b**h Stuck my neck out and sh** Then got the heck out that sh** And when I did, I took the special effect out of that sh** Tunechi F 'round this b**h The best thing left 'round this b**h All you n***as some b**hes, I feel like Hef 'round this b**h You call her Stephanie, I call her Steph 'round this b**h Now back to whippin' the baby on some step mama sh** I come direct with my sh** I come correct with my sh** A blank check on your face, put some respect on my sh** Branches startin' to shake Here comes the leaves, get the rake I want my piece of the cake It should be sweeter than cake Here come the leaves, get the rake And we ain't leavin' the rake We made the cleanest escape Although I bleeped in your face You playin' with the right one today Your flag is a white one today You wearin' them tight ones today Check me a right one today You playin' with fire today The Angel and Lion are greats Oh my God, lightning strikin' twice in this place Should we make a wish or should we make it right in this place? All this motherf**in' beef, I need some rice on this plate Talked to your wifey today She feelin' triflin' she say Talked to the sniper, he say He aimin' at diapers today Pick you off like pickin' peppers, Peter Piper today So tell your squad I say "BLAOW" like Spice 1 would say It's Mortal Kombat tonight, it's Street Fighter today I'm Major Bison, Drizzy lit like Raiden light up the place You see blue face hundreds 'til you white in the face Oh my God, it feel like I done life in this place But swear to God, I got money doin' life in my safe Put on the gloves like MJ, go from OG to OJ I make you pay attention then rip your receipt in your face This for Cita and Nae This for my people and bae I got three sons of a gun, them n***as keep me on safe Hol' up, I am the black god to the church I am the fat boy to dessert I am the landlord to the first Got two bangers, one of them go "bada boom" One of them go "bada bing" I taught these hoes how to love, I taught these boys how to lean I'm high in the sky and I twinkle The eyes don't lie 'til you blink 'em Keep the iron for the wrinkles The mansion came with the sprinklers I want Arabian wealth You snakes come make me a belt Yeah, you know life is a movie, you n***as playin' yourselves [Outro: Lil Wayne] Damn, that's some six sh** Yeah, yeah, yeah, I want Arabian wealth You snakes come make me a belt It's every man for themselves, since every baby for self And you know life is a movie, you n***as ratin' yourself I just hope it's a p**n to watch you pussies play with yourself That's some six sh**