Einstein - Up All Night (Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1: Drake] Kush rolled, gla** full: I prefer the better things n***as with no money act like money isn't everything I'm having a good time, they just trying to ruin it Shout out to the fact that im the youngest n***a doing it Cap on, brim bent, Denzel, every time She ain't trying to pop that sh** for pimp; okay, well nevermind I tried to told you, Drizzy still ain't nothing nice Bracelet saying "you should quit", cars saying "f** your life" Okay now we outta here, toodles to you b**hes And if you dolled up, I got the voodoo for you b**hes I'm busy getting rich, I don't want trouble I made enough for two n***as, boy: stunt double Fame is like a drug that I've taken too much I never ever trip, just peace, happiness and love I got money in these jeans, so they fit me kinda snug Plus the game is in my pocket, n***a this is what I does [Hook: Drake] I'm about whatever man, f** what they be talking about They opinon doesn't count, we the only thing that matters So we do it how we do it All up in your face man, I hate to put you through it I be up all night, whole crew's in here Cause I don't really know who I'mma lose this year Man I love my team, man I love my team I would die for these n***as [Verse 2: Einstein] I be up all night, I don't even need to see the time Feeling like I'm screwing myself, because I'm getting mine Different time, different day, but it's still the same ol' Rhymes getting paid, but the games old I never chose to be a rhymer I was brought into the game on a higher honor than your father And the way that I bomb ya like I'm Osama Bin Laden Makes me more than a common rhymer Spitting equal to ripping a lyrical Dalai Llama Mama, I just wanna make you proud And I don't wanna let you done, but to do that I gotta please the crowd, I spit so sick I- I think I threw up a little bit in my mouth Wow, who really seen that coming? You couldn't predict my flow if you were Houdini's cousin And something tells me that money keeps me out of trouble So I fill up banks, but I ain't Will Smith's uncle [Hook: Drake] [Verse 3: Nicki Minaj] Drizzy say get her, I'mma get her I got the kind of money that make a broke b**h bitter I got that kinda.. wait-wait fixate Which b**h you know made a million off a mixtape? That was just a keepsake, bought the president The Louis presidential briefcase, never been a cheapskate We got the Hawks, I ain't talking about the peach state Man, for Pete's sake, scratch that: sweepstakes f** I look like, ho? I look like "yes" and you like "no" I'm a bad b**h I ain't never been a mixed breed I'm on a diet but I'm doing donuts in a 6-speed M6 in front of M2 I see a lot of rap b**hes on the menu But I collect 100 thou at the venue And pop bottles with the team Young Money 'til the d**h of me [Hook] [Nicki Minaj] I mean, we don't even rock them shoes If it ain't got a comma on the price tag I mean but then again who looks at the price tag?