Ransom - Drake

Yeah

It’s Drizzy, baby

You already know what it is

It’s the first time—I'm high, it’s the first time I smoked in like 3 months

I’m sorry, Mama, I had to do it to 'em

40 I see you

O, I see you, homie

I stayed late tonight, right?

You know what happen when I stay late, haha

Yeah

Boi-1da!

I swear, it’s like this every single time

Toronto, I got you

I got us

Yeah

I’m a hard guy to get along with, get on a song with

When shit be going right, well, I just flip it to the wrong shit

The team that I belong to, the artists I put on with

Don’t ever ask for nothing 'cause them niggas got their own shit

Me and Weezy are like a mouth full of hot peppers

Black Ferrari with the red seats, I call it «playing checkers»

I’m never doing verses, I’m forever giving lectures

If you trying to meet with money, I’ll be happy to connect you

Life is better than it’s ever been

Scheduling million-dollar meetings with the president

Someone cut the lights on, where is Thomas Edison?

Got a a new condo, watch me as I settle in

I deserve a MTV show for me and my people

And if you tryna zone, I got a whole Swisher Sweet full

Rappers all liars and they women are deceitful

Add until they subtract me, I’ll never be your equal

Last-Place Drizzy is the nigga in the lead now

Weezy told me, «Just write every single thing you need down»

And he got it for me, and I’m as happy can be now

'Bout to start balling like I’m coming off a rebound

Yeah, and I should have the most bragging rights

Because a nigga spit crack—bag it tight

Hate when rappers say they tryna get their swagger right

'Cause I done came on more fire than a dragon fight

Fuck you, pussy-ass hater, you should do you

You ain’t heard of me, then you should go and get a Blue’s Clue

Oops!

I mean a red clue;

Wayne’s here, suu whoop

Bet he felt that like the end of a pool cue

But I ain’t banging, I ain’t waving no flag

I’m ATF, but they ain’t seeing no badge

It’s Heartbreak Drake, I hate to see 'em so sad

I can son you, see a little me in your dad

I’m the same yellow boy that used to play up on Degrassi

Can pocket 20 thousand to be anywhere they ask me

Cash like Johnny, Banks like Ashley

Burning like a Camel Light;

stupid ho, ash me

But don’t ask me shit about me

And know the game really ain’t shit without me

She might have to pay me, but I dick her down free

Wanna know if it’s the truth?

Then pull the zipper down and see

(No homo, though)

Yeah

Um…

I’m going in

Drizzy, I got us, this is my promise

I’ma bring that barrel to them bitches' eyeliners

And what I make up would fuck up your skin

I pick the buck up and buck-buck, then buck-buck again

I would buttfuck your friend, then suck up her twin

I put the buck up to him

Then buck-buck and buck-buck and buck-buck again

Suck nut, you duck, fuck your unloving kin

Now, don’t rub it in

Like Lubriderm on a new tattoo, I had to

Kick my princess up out my castle

Dad, who?

Never had that dude, always had a black tool

Even when I was at school, 'cause bullies aren’t bulletproof

Red scarf, hoodie too, probably ain’t as hood as you

Stupid motherfucker, the only thing in the hood is you

I do everything good as you;

no, I do everything better

I get paid for every letter, A-B-C, et cetera

Fetch a bone, like a dog, motherfucker

I am going for your neck in a sec

Intercept, bring it back like work in a trunk

And my exit coming up, yup, I am headed to the buck

Like, buck-buck again!

Might fly to L.A. and just fuck Karrine

Nahh, fuck Karrine!

Let’s get bucks again

And fucking spend them bucks, and then, just fuck Karrine

If I told you, I’ma do it, I did it

Got my city on my fitted, 'bout to pop it, let’s get it

Let’s get it, motherfucker, what you waiting on?

It is 'bout a minute past pissed and I’m about to get shitted

I’m with it if money is the «it» you want me with

And I probably just spit on the chick you want be with

And I hate a bony bitch, only like 'em only thick

And I own hip-hop;

if you don’t spit, I’m gon' evict

And I just sold a lot of property to a buyer

And I think his name was kinda like «Drake Drizzy Rogers»

Or «Drizzy Drake Rogers,» I’m too busy to play father

And when it comes to the game, I’m too willing to play harder

So harder, I go, there he go

They chant «MVP» when I shoot a free throw

C.E.O., Jaz, what it do?

The haters on their face and in their ass is a shoe

Faster than you, badder than you

Radder than you, et cetera

I told you, I get paid by the letter, like:

ZZ Top, yes, he rock

And me and Drizzy both wrote on Detox

That was just a footnote;

how long can he could go?

Wondering when he stop?

Bitch, when the beat stop

So I’ma keep rocking 'til the sheet rock bend

Then, the heat I send burn skin

The end

Young Mula, baby, ha