[Chorus: Drake]
I been out late-night creepin', tryna slide on bitches
Posted up with the militia
Niggas ain't switchin', mind on missions
Mind on pussy and millions, mind on pussy and millions
I'm tryna call a sex symbol to eat my kids up
They say more money, more problems (Well)
Bring on the problems (Well)
Bring on the problems (Well)
Bring on the motherfuckin' problems
They say more money, more problems
Bring on the problems
Bring on the problems
Bring on the motherfuckin' problems, ayy
[Verse 1: Drake]
Braided up at Matsuhisa
Hit 'em then I get amnesia
Life ain't gettin' any easier
Flaca, Flacacita
I know that I'm not in love, she don't love me either
It's just hard to find the love, this shit keep on gettin' deeper
Who said it's cheaper to keep her?
I'd rather release her
Body and give it away like a feature
You know the procedure
Niggas is preeing the guy, so we stay with the sweeper
I'm reppin' 4L and my twin, he so treacherous, introduce y'all to the leader
[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Come to me with all the smoke
I like the money, for sure
But I love the hustle the most
She pretty, she show off her toes
And my Pateks, they came with a pole
Know this money bring envy and jealousy
I'm like, "Fuck it, I want me some more"
Hit her from the back, she bent up
Playin' with the money, get spent up
Chains on my neck, no Kente
You the type of girl I pay rent for
Suck it in the car, that's what the tint for
Bought me a plane, not a sprinter
Quarter-million dollars on her dental
She say I'm a stepper, but gentle
[Chorus: Drake]
I been out late-night creepin', tryna slide on bitches
Posted up with the militia
Niggas ain't switchin', mind on missions
Mind on pussy and millions, mind on pussy and millions
I'm tryna call a sex symbol to eat my kids up
They say more money, more problems (Well)
Bring on the problems (Well)
Bring on the problems (Well)
Bring on the motherfuckin' problems
They say more money, more problems
Bring on the problems
Bring on the problems
Bring on the motherfuckin'—
[Verse 3: Travis Scott]
Only signin' the gang
We the new Lucian Grainge
Bring on the rings (Yeah)
A MJ thing, I'm talkin' a Brady thing
I'm off of the juice, never Canseco the mix
Rockin' the braids, not the twists
Full puff, he can't comb
Not actin' like Christians in here
But Christian Dior in they homes, the bigger we get
Gotta thank God for this, I got a lot that I give
I be handin' out gifts like the Christmas on twenty-fifth
Hidin' the twenties inside of the twenty-inch
Said I would buy the jet 'fore I could 'fford this shit
Now I got the jet, building the landing strip
In the back of the crib, I record the hits
In the front of the crib, they valet the whips
(How many whips I need? Let's go)
Breakin', breakin' the records, more money, more problems
It come with the status
Runnin' through customs when you run the atlas
I got accustomed to custom the fastest
I'm talkin' 'bout fabrics, I'm talkin' 'bout mattress
I never sleep, though I sleep with a baddie
I'm movin' deep 'cause that's just how it's happenin' (Ooh)
If you come out, just be ready for action (La Flame)
Just needed some time
I settled my time, now they see the signs
You didn't leave me solo, right here, all alone
You held it down for me right, am I wrong?
Young nigga get it, just try to get home
I got a rolodex all on my phone and it's still wrong
[Chorus: Travis Scott & Drake]
I been out late-night creepin', tryna slide on bitches
Posted outside with militia
Niggas ain't switchin', mind on mission
Mind on pussy and billions, mind on pussy and billions
And you know I got a sex symbol that eat my kids up
They say more money, more problems
Bring on the problems
Bring on the problems
Bring on the motherfuckin' problems
They say more money, more problems
Bring on the problems
Bring on the problems
Bring on the motherfuckin'—