Pop Style (Single Version)

By Drake

Released on April 5, 2016

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[Intro: Drake]

Yeah, yeah


[Chorus: Drake]

Dropped outta school, now we dumb rich (Dumb rich)

This sound like some forty-three-oh-one shit (One shit)

All my niggas wanna do is pop style (Pop style)

Turn my birthday into a lifestyle (A lifestyle)


[Verse 1: Drake]

Tell my mom I love her if I do not make it (Do not make it)

Got so many chains they call me Chaining Tatum

(They do, they do)

And I like to finish what you think you started

Man, you boys just got to Hollywood, you boys just started

You don't know what you just started

All I do is hang with the young and heartless

All this for my family, man, I try my hardest

It's all I ever did and look where it got him

Yeah, you've been on my mind lately

You've still got my number, girl, you need to call me

I feel like they wanna see me learn the hard way

But you know I always handle that one my way

Girl let me rock, rock, rock, rock, rock your body

Justin Timberlake and then I hit the highway

I can't trust no fuckin' body

They still out to get me 'cause they never got me


[Bridge: JAY-Z]

They still out to get me, they don't get it

I cannot be got, and that's a given


[Verse 2: Kanye West]

They like, "Pablo—"

"Why are all the windows tinted on your Tahoe?"

"Why do you know every single bitch that I know?"

"Why can't you just shut your mouth and take the high road?"

Fuck if I know, that's that Chicago

South, south side, that's the motto

Cop a crib and spend ten million on remodel

Take the devils out my life and preach the gospel, 'cause I know

We went way, way past the line of scrimmage, ayy

Throne is back up in it, ayy

In the field like Emmitt, ayy, y'all get so offended, ayy

I be blacking out, I ain't backing out

Jay about his business, and I'ma let you finish, but I

I just, I just, I just, I just wanna rock your body

Take you to the garage and do some karate

Chop it, chop it, chop it, chop it sipping sake

Throw a thick bitch on a Kawasaki (Perfect)


[Chorus: Drake]

Dropped outta school, now we dumb rich (Dumb rich)

This sound like some forty-three-oh-one shit (One shit)

All my niggas wanna do is pop style (Pop style)

Turn my birthday into a lifestyle (Lifestyle)