Drake - Tim Westwood Freestyle lyrics

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