Drake - sh** (Remix) lyrics

[Hook: Future] Talking 'bout you popping tags, n***a you ain't bought sh** Talking bout a hunned bottles, n***a you ain't popped sh** All you talk nana clips, n***a you ain't shot sh** Spending money on these hoes, n***a you ain't f** sh** [Verse 1: Drake] Took n***as out the hood like I'm from there So you know it's all good when I come there I hear you talk about your city like you run that And I brought my tour to your city, you my son there n***a But I had to come through for the remix On my haven't done a verse in 8 weeks sh** And if a n***a say my name, he the hot sh** But if I say the n***a name, he still the hot sh** f**ed up, lucky I don't feed into the gossip n***as act like they don't know, but they should know Yeah, I just think it's funny how they dangling the bait But I'm the one that's k**ing n***as on the hooks though And n***as ain't got a grill, still ice grill hating I know y'all already know Mike Will Made It Just looking at the numbers, n***a, I feel amazing I call Michael Jordan up and Mike will make it I'm the young rap n***a with the 'Melo deal You need to come to OVO for a better deal Just know a million ain't sh** once you get a mill And n***as say it's all good, that's how you better feel n***a nah, f** that, this year I'm talking big stuff Rolling through the city like a young n***a bricked up f** n***as gon' be f** n***as That's why we never give a f** when a f** n***a switched up [Hook: Future] Talking 'bout you popping tags, n***a you ain't bought sh** Talking bout a hunned bottles, n***a you ain't popped sh** All you talk nana clips, n***a you ain't shot sh** Spending money on these hoes, n***a you ain't f** sh** [Verse 2: Juicy J] If money talk then your pockets ain't saying sh** I'm in the bathroom getting head from your b**h And I ain't paying her sh** You want beef? You don't know who you playing with I tell my pilot to land the jet I'm hopping off, get 'em, we popping off Give a click and you n***as dead where you standing at I'm just a trippy n***a smoking on cabbage Your money funny like Jim Carrey I got b**hes that's super bad like Halle And we still keeping that white like Barry I'm a rich n***a, still keep a pistol with me n***a you ain't f**in' with a picture of me I got all this cake and shooters with me Just in case you p**y n***as try to get you a piece What it is, my n***a? What it's hittin' for? Where the car you were whippin' in the video? Where is the ice at n***a? Where them pretty hoes? You a fraud, real n***as already know Broke a** n***as, I can't stand 'em I hit 'em with the cannon I'm buying off the mall at random Juicy J, that n***a fresh to d**h Smoke it till it's nothing left Peel off then I'm ghost in my Phantom [Hook: Future] Talking 'bout you popping tags, n***a you ain't bought sh** Talking bout a hunned bottles, n***a you ain't popped sh** All you talk nana clips, n***a you ain't shot sh** Spending money on these hoes, n***a you ain't f** sh**