And I roll up looking harder than a....b**h!
Damn a n***a never switch
You should get your cherry bust
Before you f** around with this!
I buy some Rolexes and pa** em out as gifts
And when they tell me that's too much
I'm like "no, f** it, I insist!"
And then we light it up and reminisce
About the things that we would fix
How the f** we got this rich?
This is just some inspiration
For young n***as on they sh**!
This for my young n***as on they sh** for real
This also for the hood stars that I created
Whose booking rate went up right after we dated
Girl you made it for real
Hosting parties with athletes or another rapper
Then they trying to f** you after
Remember when you was my....b**h!?
My special friend with benefits
You remember how you got here?
Hope to God you ain't forget..
But the look you're giving me tells me you did
Empty stares across the club
Like y'all don't recognize the kid
But damn.. you know what it is
Cameras flashing over here, I know that's something
That you miss, yeah
It been bad, and it gets good
Drizzy Drake and the n***a Tim Westwood