Drake - Barry Bonds lyrics

It's what you all been waiting for ain't it Your weekly entertainment For me to get a hold of this beat Go ahead claim it I'm about to paint a picture You n***as go ahead frame it Since we gettin Seinfeld On some Jerry and Elaine sh** I flow far from mediocre And if we talking cards I will fold him with the poker You and your whole crew are like a deck a 54 So it's obvious ya'll gone steady be rollin with some jokers And me I'm rolling with some brokers Like damn. can you n***as get any broker? I got my new girl so content Just save yourself the embarra**ment, don't even approach her Disguise your self, go buy a costume I am making stock works, while you working stock rooms (ughh) and I was praying I would drop June But label reps applying pressure to make them pop tunes So I keep it rocking for Pete's sakes You fake gangsta rappers a cliché And if you ain't talking dough when you meet Drake I'll be in your face Like no speak-a la ingles Soon as you hear it you quote it They try to be the one that I done left out the show with But trust me I'm aware, and my cars right there Is this interior enough for ya'll ulterior motives Cause if you like it ya'll should stick with me My money good, I ain't never had to flip a key Alotta ice, alotta cream like Dickey Dee Might cut the phone and disapear like Mishy Me But I'mma try and have you on the trip with me Slid in threw a Henri Bendel like it's slippery And your ex man is a hater officially Probably cause he know I'm exactly what you wish he be Yeah that's the reason why he looking hard Cause I've done snatched the chips ahoy out the cookie jar He just mad cause his girls at the house With her tongue sticking out Like a Michael Jordan rookie card Let me address this, pardon me while I fix A couple subliminal lines caught me in the mix I guess he thought he could of been Gotti in the flix But at this point I'm just poking a body with a stick Now a days rapping is a children's hobby And girls keep telling me I'm still this snobby I tell them myself who I am feeling probably Just because I got a buzz like a building lobby It ain't a song that your a** finna skipp I tried to sell weed, give me cash for this zip The way your girlfriend pumped me up in the car Seem like she don't really need no gas for the trip Millionaire shades, fade with the waves I smirk at a n***a if he still rocking braids That just let's me know that we ain't on the same page And that goes out to every n***a except Trey I'm outta here baby, they asked me about the past years and how does it phase me I wouldn't take it back, naww not if they pay me Mr. betcha that's expensive cause it's not a fugazi Spittin a crock pot of bottemless gravy The sh** is so nasty, how is it tasty? And you can probably find him walking out of a Macy's Forget it girl, they just thinking how to replace me Exit with a joke, leave these n***as some hope You took that Ye beat and put that sh** in a choke Well I'm thinking I should leave out on this note n***a keep your two cents I ain't trynin leave you broke Life of a Don, lights keep glowing Come up in the club with that fresh sh** on Something crazy on my arm And here's another hit barry bonds