Drake - Rock N Roll lyrics

Rock to the beat na Uhh Gotta Rock to the beat like I smell like money. (ahaha) Yo, I'm a take him up north for a minute Where the young n*gga spit it I'm the prince So it only makes sense That I get it It's a retro-chain of old school J'z fitted All the hoes stand like, " Who Da F*ck Is Dat? " And I'm a slide down to the flo' Back it up Stop Move ya waist slow First we get high, then we get low It's the prince of the owners You sensitive loners All by yourself While I'm chilling with' some pimps and a cona' You push kush in the streets I kush in the seats And get you double what you ask And if you pushin' the beats Yo, I'm gone, So on my grind, Push & Recordin' You outta place in my city like Bush in New Orleans I'm X-O sippin', Got my ex-hoe strippin' Purple diamond buy n*gga Got my next hoe different Got my hues all bluey And my shoes all louie In my Hubba Bubba whip, So I cruise all chewy You funny on the switch Money over b**hs I'll bet with budget And so I keep my money on my b**h Drinkin' Nestea Cottage with a jet-ski Countin' stacks with my girl listenin' to S.B., You can never ever find a woman that left me I am irraplaceable, Your crushin' never left me Ey baby girl You gotta rock Then you gotta roll Take her from the top Down to the flo' Back it up, Stop Move ya waist slow First we get high Then we get low