Yeah, uh, yeah These are my ones, St. Thomas flows Me, my n****s, and some of Donahoe That look just like virgins, but trust they down to go Yeah, discussin' life and all our common goals Smart kids that smoke weed on the road Look how the champagne diamonds glow Find down and pour another glass when the wine is low I'm in the crib stackin' money from here to the ceiling Whatever it is I got is clearly appealing These other rappers gettin' that inferior feelin' I hope you feel it in your soul, spiritual healin' Take a look at yourself, the mirror's revealin' If you ain't got it, you ain't got it, the theory is brilliant People ask how music is goin', I heard it pays I just came off makin' two million in 30 days Damn, I guess it does is what the message was Sometimes I feel I be spendin' my money just because Louisiana, I'm just out here reppin' us Till I get to shake the hand of the man that's blessin' us Yeah, I know these n****s miss the mean lyrics We got the room smellin' like teen spirit I'd ask kindly if no one out here would bring the feet up Until I lose, for now I'm the game's single leader I fly private so no one tells me to bring my seat up And book a suite with me and your favorite singer meet up Who you like? Tell me who it is, I'ma make sure that that woman is the next one on my list I should call it a night, but f*** it, I can't resist This one is for all the n****s from my city tryin' to *** Without a response from me, you really fail to exist And I'd love to see you fail, that feelin' there's this sh** I swear I push through, get your bread up Enjoy the seat that the stewardess just forced your ass to let up While your scary ass lookin' down, pick your head up No one told you your disguise is the most ridiculous get up When those plugs in, now I can smell a setup So you just wastin' your time, you only makin' me better, yeah I try to tell them, don't judge me because you heard stuff Chasin' cash, that's my brother from the surf club Damn, that d*** always kept us so hood Back when we would smoke good at the Oakwoods And have girls fall through like coins in a couch Now we just f***in' all the f***ers they want us about Scared for the first time, everything just clicked What if I don't really do the numbers they predict? Considering the fact that I'm the one that they just picked To write a chapter in history, this sh** has got me sick But if I really do it, don't expect to get a split Cause this truly is some sh** I don't expect for y'all to get I'm nervous, but I'ma kill it Cause they bout to let the realest team in Throwin' up in the huddle, n***a, Willie Beamin' But still throwin' touchdown passes And tortoise frame glasses, hopin' that someone catch it People say that, oh, Drake, we started to miss it But they need to be a little more specific Man, is this what y'all want? And my best Chris Tucker impression? Ducking your questions, get suggestions Money gets all of my love and affection Cars all black like the cover of Essence I'm allergic to cum in a second But I never sneeze, Y-M-O-E, yeah Uh, uh, yeah, this what y'all want? October's very on, y'all money, ATF Thank me later, and it's what's up Yeah, uh, free wheezy, and it's what's up Yeah, June 15th, and it's what's up Noelle, that's it Yeah, June 15th, and it's what's up