[Intro: Drake]

(And Imma leave on one more note

One more motherfucking note

It's like this... Look at him

I ain't been here in a minute)

Cut the lights off I feel fantastic right now baby...

Yeah... Look...

[First Verse: Drake]

I said I used to cut the porch lights on and now I cut the porches lights on just to let them know their foresight's wrong

Where this rapper going with that obscure ice on he a lame I'm just tryna get my mature life on

O.D., O.D. Everybody know me, even fans that resemble them kids in the O.C

Oh me Oh my them girls love me like Seth Cohen

So get a grip get a glass pour the XO in

I did want one these niggas to say that I'm not the same

Pick a road cause where you driving is not a lane

And rest in peace to Pimp C life is not a game

Taking over the world no Pinky just a lot of Brain

He bout to send them the shit that I'm on (Yeah)

You probably could have predicted I'm on (Yeah)

My sense of judgment's a officially gone

Up into the air all the smoke from the swisher is blown

Ahh... I'm grown, I'm grown, I'm living in this elevator zone alone

I'm up so high, I'm never coming down and you say you got them hoes but they never coming 'round

I got penthouse bars I stay high above your ass

And I can see it all, my balcony is glass

And wifey's over (Bitches)

But money's over (Her)

Cause money's under (Nothing)

My life is such a (Blur)

That's not the way it has to go that's just what I prefer

And do not disagree with me it's best you just concur

I'm a legend with a legacy that can't help but survive

Even when I fucking die they're going to bury me alive...

[Hook: Drake]

And I'm so prestigious

I brought my niggas from the hood to the beaches

I'm living good gripping wood with all the features

Jesus my money straight no creases

Peep this

We got bottles over here

Kush is in the air... we good (O. D. O.D.)

Bitches over there... we good (O. D. O. D.)

Money on the floor we good

O.D. O.D everybody know me

[Second Verse: Travie McCoy]

Oh no Travie high on life again... (Wow)

Feel like I swallowed a whole bottle of Vicodin... (Dam)

So high I wanna cry like tiny violins

In my best mode the pesmote enjoy the silence... (Shh)

Stop the violence, how when every blind is like the motherfucking Watts riots pouring out my pen

Alright then be easy I'm a get back

Gentleman with a superlative use of syntax

And I done gave up the narcotics but I can't leave the crib without some Xanax in my water... (Nope)

Hello my name is Travie and I'm a lifeaholic

Told'em all these beats is like the Wallace to my Gromitt... (Ha)

The alpha to my Bruce Wayne, stripes on my candy cane

Worn without the other so for real without the candy brain

Super trooper like a gun tote in candyman

Ask me how I'm living bet I tell ya fine and dandy man

Check his vital signs they peaking off the meter man

Imma live forever in Neverland with Peter Pan

Fuck pulling the nine out

Imma pull a Amy Winehouse

Sipping Purple Rain with Mary Jane girls in my house... (My House)

Isaiah I'm a see ya when I get there

Until then hold me down like gravity it's Travie, Uno, Easy

[Hook: Drake]

And I'm so prestigious

I brought my niggas from the hood to the beaches

I'm living good gripping wood with all the features

Jesus my money straight no creases

Peep this

We got bottles over here

Kush is in the air... we good (O. D. O.D.)

Bitches over there... we good (O. D. O. D.)

Money on the floor we good

It's Mickey

O.D. O.D everybody know me

[Third Verse: Mickey Factz]

Ha I'm bout to overdose on life somebody please pass the weed

So if I comatose tonight you won't have to ask for reefer

If the things that I seen through my Prada frames got me paid

Watch me man, I'm cocky slave with this Rocky chain

I got I got my veins cluttered with this bud

And this name of it is fame and it's all up in my blood

Trying to suppress the too fresh feeling I got... Oooh yes

I'm aiming for the hugest duplex living like I'm Hugh Heff'

Every other night I need a brunette for group sex

Leaving with a bruised neck then I yell whose next... (Next)

Stand'em in a line this is new fact city take this crack between ya thighs... (Yeah)

(Mickey what you mean) I'm promethazine fuck the queen

Sniff the white horse of success and then let him lean... (Let 'em see)

Trying to match my high on life... (Then let 'em dream)

Gotta catch the spot on my flight

First class known of the aroma of the smoker life

Got me like a stoner, a zoner but nah it's never over... (Mickey what you mean)

I stick my tongue out, sipping Remy conceited of I'm teasing every bum out

Hung out with celebrities from every drug house

So when you remember me say that I was strung out... (Mickey what you mean)

I'm a addict for the green cash Imma O.D. so fuck going to rehab

[Chorus: Drake]

And I'm so prestigious

I brought my niggas from the hood to the beaches

I'm living good gripping wood with all the features

Jesus my money straight no creases

Peep this

We got bottles over here

Kush is in the air... we good (O. D. O.D.)

Bitches over there... we good (O. D. O. D.)

Money on the floor we good

O.D. O.D everybody know me