Verse 1: Drake
Woah, woah, yeah
Look at me dead in my eyes, I know that you know that a nigga ain’t lyin’
Too much respect, all of my shawty BDs, they know not to try it
Too much respect, I used to hand out CDs before they would buy it
Woah, she love me so much, it seem like she biased
Niggas don’t know how I live, but that’s ’cause they live at the Hyatt, ayy
4L step team steppin’ on shit ’til it’s quiet
He brought me the money sealed up, I still had to count it, I cannot just eye it
Chorus: Drake
Woah, woah, woah
Yeah, let’s have sex in the bank, t?ll ’em to open the saf?
I hate a privileged rapper who don’t even know what it take
The diamonds, they hit like a rainbow, that’s ’cause the necklace a Frank (Purr)
Woah, woah, woah
Yeah, let’s have sex in The Nines (Let’s do it)
Breakin’ and bendin’ her spine (Let’s do it, let’s do it)
I hate a privileged rapper that ain’t had a hit since he signed (Let’s do it)
Niggas be full of excuses, act like they takin’ they time (For real, for real)
Verse 2: 21 Savage
Woah, woah, woah
Look at me dead in my eyes, you see all the times that I had to go slide (21)
Too many sticks, we go to war with whoever, ain’t never been biased (Pussy)
Too many sticks, how was they your opps and none of ’em died? (Pussy)
Hol’ up (21), hol’ up (21), hol’ up (21)
Why you pull up at one in the morning and sit on the edge of the bed? (For what?)
Textin’ emojis, tongue out, eggplant, must’ve went over her head (21)
Catch him outside of the studio (Pussy), make him repeat what he said (Pussy, pussy)
Yeah, yeah, let’s have sex in the car (On God)
The Maybach came with a bar (21)
I’m wipin’ my dick with her bra (21, pew, pew, pew)
Sniped his ass, he got hit in the head from far (Pussy)
Opps gets undivided attention, I give them my all (On God)
How you come over to the spot when you know it’s your time of the month? (How?)
Make a diss and see how fast you go from the booth to a blunt (Pussy)
She say she hungry, I gave her dick for brunch (On God)
Send me my whole fee, I don’t do backends and fronts (21)
Chorus: Drake
No, no, no
Let’s have sex in the bank, tell ’em to open the safe
I hate a privileged rapper who don’t even know what it take
The diamonds, they hit like a rainbow, that’s ’cause the necklace a Frank (Purr)
Woah, woah, woah
Yeah, let’s have sex in The Nines (Let’s do it)
Breakin’ and bendin’ her spine (Let’s do it, let’s do it)
I hate a privileged rapper that ain’t had a hit since he signed (Let’s do it)
Niggas be full of excuses, act like they takin’ they time (For real, for real)
