Drake - Ignant sh** lyrics

[Drake intro] Yeah, I appreciate your patience tonight It's been a moment since I done some public speaking I find nowadays its best to keep quiet But uh Sometimes you just gotta let it out Young Angel and Young Lion You know what it is [Drake] Ughh Look I'm the property of October I ain't drive here I got chauffeured Bring me champagne flutes, Rose and some shots over I think better when I'm not sober I Smoke goodie no glaucoma I'm a stock holder Private flights back home No stop over Still spittin' that sh** that they shot Pac over The sh** my mother looked shocked over Haha yeah They a canvas I'm the group of 7 A migraine, take 2 Excedrin I'm the one twice over I'm the new 11 And if I die I'ma do it reppin' I never do a second I swear n***az be eyeing me all hard And lying to their girls And drivin' the same cars Sittin' there, Wishing their problems became ours 'Cuz we have nothing in common Since I done became star I done became bigger Swervin' right into my peer's lanes Same dudes that used to holler my engineer's name One touch I could make the drapes and the sheers change And show me the city That I without fear claim What I set seems to never extinguish Coolest kid out baby Word to Chuck Inglish Count my own money See the paper cut fingers My song is your girlfriend's wakin' up ringer Haha Or alarm or whatever She be here 6 in the morn' If I let her But I never get attracted to fans 'Cuz a eager beaver Could be the collapse of a dam Always knew that I could figure How to get these label heads to offer him good figures And me doing the shows Getting everyone nervous 'Cuz them hipsters gone have to get along with them hood n***az It's all good I'm going off like lights when the shows' over Make pasta rent a movie called hoes over Rest in peace to Heath Ledger But I'm no "Joker" I'll slow roast ya Got no holster Wet gla** on your table n***a No coaster Burn bread everyday boy No toaster G & Tez got a cig But I'm no smoker They just handed chips to me n***a No poker I'm with a Young Money Cash Money soldier My cup runneth over The same n***az I ball with I fall with On some Southern draw sh** Rookie of the year 0 6, Chris Paul sh** D.R., CJ & Po I see y'all These cases don't work out I hope we can agree on Makin' enough to pay any Judge Judy off First thing I'm a do is Free Weezy Go.. [Lil' Wayne] And I'll take probation I don't want that T.I. and Vick vacation Private plane Big location I'm going to the bank To make a big donation Yeah I don't stunt I stunt hard And if the food ain't on the stove I hunt for it But in the mean time You can call me Young Roy, Jones Junior Fightin' the d** and gun charges sh** Don't leave me unguarded And I'm a cheese head Word to Vince Lambardy Word to Marky Mark Leave a snitch departed All that blood like the Red Sea parted My gun go crazy like its retarded Red light on it like its recordin' I ain't recordin' I'm Just C-4in' My currency foreign We are in A lead they aren't Better dig in your pocket And pay homage Better cover your eyes Your face fallin' Watch the game from the side I'm play callin' No, I didn't say that I'm flawless But I Damn sure don't tarnish My pistol got comments For your garments I'm so high I can vomit on a comet K.Y. no h*mo I'm on it Weezy F. baby Newborn b**h You know what they say 'bout when your palm itch I'm gon' get money Money I'm gon' get Young Money in your tummy And we gon' sh** And get that toilet paper quick Like when Bone spit That's right b**h I'm back on my grown sh** That only Marvin Gaye know No ice, just chrome sh** And you boyfriend softer than a foam pit I scream f** the world With a long dick Motherf**er I'm me Yeah b**h I'm me you n***as sweet like the p**y In which I eat Fireman burn down your entire street So fly I'ma take off when I leap Bye. And you can s** my wings Stand on my money Head bu*t Yao Ming Put your hand in the oven If you touch my things I'm shufflin' the cards 'Bout to cut my queens Hehe But I ain't the dealer House full of b**hes like Tila Tequila Yeah I'm the man in the mirror My swagger just screaming Motherf**er! Do you hear her? Yeah Drizzy Drake What the lick read? We make magic Boy-Roy & Sick-freed [Lil' Wayne outro] Wooh! Young Moulah baby Yeah