[Produced by Boi-1da]

[Intro]

Boi-1da... Drizzy

[Verse 1]

Y'all don't really like me

I can understand

My flow is sitting right inside the pocket on my pants

I'm still fly, you can't float

Run this shit, Usain Bolt

I write your favorite records, are you saying ghost?

Twenty-thousand for a verse is our routine quote

I'm getting rich, uhh, you staying broke

Chillin' even if I'm in a goose down coat

I can't see you through the Mosley Tribes

So I don't even flinch if you throw me high-fives

They try to measure up, but there is no one my size

Whatever 40's smokin' 'bout to low my eyes

Beast mode on them, I never take a night off

Every single thing a nigga purchase is a write off

Grounded as the runway pavement, I'm taking flight off

Baby go ahead and cut the light off

Cause it's about to go

[Verse 2]

I hear my phone ringing when you call

I ain't pickin' up or entertainin' them at all

Got your girl face down, bangin' on the wall

While you and all your homeboys hang in Lenox Mall

Mmm, mmm, mmm

I cannot relate

Ridin' with some tags that I got from out of state

Ridin' with a swag that I got from outer space

Just show me who's the hottest, I'mma knock him out his place

Call me homicide Drizzy, I'm 'bout to kill your ego

I'm about my green, puffin' goody like I'm Cee-lo

You can go and take a glance at your hero

While the Houston ship a pole dancing zero

Fantasy to you, reality to me

And yeah, my G-pass is as valid as can be

I'm so fresh, a stylist would agree

Waving at your girl while she's smiling back at me like