Now tell me how you love it
You know you right on top
And only heaven's right above it
We onnnn
'Cause we onnnn
[Drake]
Who else really try'na fuck with Hollywood Cole?
I'm with Marley G, bro
Flyin' Hollygrove chick to my Hollywood shows
And I wanna tell you something that you problly should know
This that slumdog millionare Bollywood flow
And uh, my real friends never hearin from me
Fake friends write the wrong answers on the mirror for me
That's why I pick and choose
I don't get shit confused
I got a small circle
I'm not with different crews
We walk the same path
But got on different shoes
Live in the same building
But we got different views
I got a couple cars I never get to use
Don't like my women single
I like my chicks in twos
And these days all the girls is down to roll
I hit the strip club and all them bitches find a poll
Plus I been sippin' so this shit is movin' kinda slow
Just tell my girl to tell her friend that it's time to go
[Chorus]
Now tell me how you love it
You know you right on top
And only heaven's right above it
We onnn
It's Young Money mothafucka
If you ain't runnin' with run from it mothafucka, all right
Now somebody shove some money in this bitch
And I got my bees with me like some honey in this bitch, ya dig?
I got my gun in my boo purse
And I don't bust back because I shoot first
[Lil Wayne]
Meet me on the fresh train
Yes, I'm in the building, you just on the list of guest names
And all of my riders do not give a fuck X Games
Guns turn you boys into pussy sex change
And I smoke 'til I got chest pains
And you niggas know I rep my game like Jesse James
Women all possessive and they wanna possess Wayne
I been fly so long I fell asleep on the fuckin plane
Skinny pants and some vans
Call me Triple A get my advance in advance
Amen as the world spin and dance in my hands
Life is a beach
I'm just playin' in the sand
Uh, wake up and smell the pussy
You niggas can't see me but never overlook me
I'm on the paper trail it ain't no tellin' where it took me
Yeah, and I ain't a killa
But don't push me
[Chorus]
Now tell me how you love it
You know you right on top
And only heaven's right above it
We onnn
It's Young Money mothafucka
If you ain't runnin' with run from it mothafucka, all right
Now somebody shove some money in this bitch
And I got my bees with me like some honey in this bitch, ya dig?
I got my gun in my boo purse
And I don't bust back because I shoot first
How do you say what's never said
Beautiful black woman
I bet that bitch look better red
Limpin' off tour 'cause I made more off my second leg
Mothafuckin birdman Junior, eleventh grade
Ball on automatic start
I could hand it to Drake or do a quarterback draw
Wildcat offense
Check the paw prints
We in the building
You niggas in apartments
N-now c'mon be my blood donor
Flow so nice she ain't gotta put a rug on her
Do it big and let the small fall under that
Damn where you stumbled that?
From where they make gumbo at?
Kane got the fuckin' beat jumpin' like a jumping jack
You know me I get on this bitch and have a heart attack
Hip hop I'm the heart of that
Nigga nothin' short of that
President Carter, Young Money Democrat
[Chorus]
Now tell me how you love it
You know you right on top
And only heaven's right above it
We onnn
It's Young Money mothafucka
If you ain't runnin' with run from it mothafucka, all right
Now somebody shove some money in this bitch
And I got my bees with me like some honey in this bitch, ya dig?
I got my gun in my boo purse
And I don't bust back because I shoot first
[End]
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