[Intro]
Go boy
[Verse 1: Drake]
Ayy, I could never be anyone’s number one fan.
Your first number one, I had to put it in your hand.
They can’t book you outside of the United States at all.
I’m in Tokyo because I’m big in Japan.
I am the success maker everyone depends on.
Backstage, in my city, was the friend zone.
You will never remove any chain from us
How the fuck are you so big with a men’s size seven?
This is the bark with the bite, black, what’s up?
I know my photo on the wall when they cook
Extortion, baby, your whole career has shaken you
Because Top told you to drop down and give me fifty like it was a push-up, huh?
Your last one blocked, you really ain’t in shit
They make excuses for you because they hate seeing me turned on
Withdraw your contract because we have to see the division
The way you do it splits, bitch, your pants might rip
You better do that mother-daughter show inside the city.
Maroon 5 need a verse, it better be witty
So we need a verse for the Swifties.
Top says drop, you better fall and give them fifty
Pipsqueak, shut up. You’re not in the big three, SZA cleaned you out.
Travis cleaned you up, Savage cleaned you up
Like your label, boy, you’re in reach right now.
And you will feel the consequences of what I write
I’m at the top of the mountain, so you’re tight now.
Just to have this talk with your ass, I had to walk down
Big difference between Mike then and Mike now
What the fuck is this, a twenty-one, black?
What is a prince to a king? He’s a son, black
Get more love in the town where you from, black
Subway, shut your mouth and do some drums, black
Yes I’m the 6ix God, I’m the favorite
Y’all black manager was Chubbs’ blunt little runner
Claim the 6ix and you guys won’t even get out of it.
Money blowing Abel’s bread, here cheating (Here cheating)
Shit we do for blacks, he do it for blacks (What the fuck?)
Squirts, whips, chains, wicked, wicked, wicked (Wicked, wicked)
Spend it like you’re trying to fuck, boy you’re tripping, boy you’re tripping
Drizzy Chip n’ Dale, you probably got your bitch Chanel
I just finished them, boy, don’t make me have to break a nail.
On the Rolling Loud stage, you guys weren’t turned, that was very clever
You’ll probably change your bowel movement, start kissing and telling
Hugs and kisses, man, don’t tell me about any switches.
I’ll be rockin’ every damn chain I got on the next visit, ayy
I’ll be with some bodyguards like Whitney.
Up, let go, you little runt better fuck off
[Chorus: Drake]
Ayy, better let me fall and give me fifty, ayy
Let go and give me fifty, let go and give me fifty, ayy
black really made me talk like I’m 50, ayy
black really made me rap what I’m living here
[Verse 2: Drake]
I could take your last girl and handcuff her like she’s Ricky.
I can’t believe he jumped, this black is turning fifty.
Every song that made the chart, he got from Drizzy.
Spend that little check you got and stay out of my business
black, yell at the player who’s breaking the grid
We know why you mad, black, I ain’t even trippin’
All that heartbroken Twitter shit for bitches
This is for all the best dogs, let go and give me fifty, let go, let go
And that damn song you heard wasn’t the start of the problem with us.
This shit been brewing in a pot, now I’m getting hot
I don’t care what Cole thinks, that shit Dot was weak as shit.
Champagne stumbling, it ain’t calming down
A black guy calling Top to see if Top wants to fix things.
“Top, do you want to fix things? Top, do you want to fix things?”
No, damn, now you’re alone when you talk
You’ve gone deep into this, it’s not deep enough.
Begging Kai Cenat, boy, you’re not going to beat us
As for the numbers, I’m outta here, you ain’t crawlin’
As for the money, I’m leaving here, don’t you sneak away
Cornball, your show money marketing fee to us
I’m gonna let you niggas figure it out ’cause I’ve seen enough
This ain’t even all I know, don’t wake the devil
This ain’t even all I know, don’t wake the devil
Drop and give me fifty, all you fuckers come together
[Interlude: DJ Akademiks]
What top five do you smoke, Kendrick?
[Outro: Drake]
Mmmmmm yes
Drop, drop, drop, drop
Leave a bag of fifty for the mafia at the scene.
Drop a bag of fifty, twenty-nine for that.
Uh, I was really trying to keep it PG