[Intro: Drake]

Dress code

D-dress code

D-dress code

D-dress code

D-dress code

D-dress code

D-dress code

D-dress code

Dress code

D-dress code

D-dress code

D-dress code

D-dress code

D-dress code

D-dress code

D-dress code

Shot glasses with prosecco

Niggas so igno—

[Verse 1: Levy]

Turn my swag up

Rather check up bands, uh

You should just shut this airball

Fuck I need a lame ass amateur for?

(Bitch, I'm pro, fuck, I don't give a shit)

See, I been turn my swag up

She get wet when I'm in a lake

That's why I rock these sandals on

Ooh, I'm geeking off the ecstasy

That's Malcolm X love

Black or cheddar, keep on me

So I can catch these rats up

삼천황원 이상 아니야, I'm the DRES code

[Refrain: Drake & Lisa Vitale]

D-dress code

Dress code

Dress

Dress code

Dress

Dress, dress, dress

Dress code (Y'all, drop that)

(Y'all-y'all-y'all, drop-drop that-that-that)

Dress code

(Down for one night, like I got three strikes)

[Verse 2: damon r.]

'Cause I feel so dry

Need a body shift

Stomach pick

'Cause I lost that hope

And I'm way too live

You're creepy tight

I'm crashing my vote

This bitch is body flipping

I tossed my dick in chrome

She's sipping tonic, in a bonnet, driving off the hotel roads

You think you bought it

Two catatonic, two in a row

I stay massaging

In the lobby, vacation is low

I hate your comment, what about it?

It's a fuck boy blues

(Dress code)

(D-dress code)

[Verse 3: Levy]

You would never cop or opp, give me the Caesar salads

You ain't even move narcotics overseas, airport violence

Perfect Jeremy Scotts, they leave no footprint cause I'm flyin'

I still get fucked up, I ain't even know who drew these lines

[Verse 4: damon r.]

Let's see if you can make it so still over silent, uh

That stone cold swerve, I'm hitting a nerve

You ain't got no mileage, huh?

Stop layin' in my bed and throwin' up ten

You got me dyin', hoe

I'm fine, you check that girl too hard

So stop complying, bruh

[Verse 4: Ian]

I wouldn't trade my life for none of y'alls, it's an embargo

Fifty-nine bags on the 767, it's a—

Back up, what? Check out what?

Pick up, that's not playing smart

I've seen spats, no support

Run tags, puffin' a torch

ATM, walk in a liquor store

Plaza, mannequin, get some more (Hey!)

Heavy, Lizzo, hit your body

Heavy metal, tell everybody

Plenty of thots, she knock on my brain

Got what's a slush, bump from the drink

We don't do knots, we're running the tape

We're taking the stash right to the bank

My hoe is too sassy, look like a mini-me

My bitch in my room, and I'm fuckin' her stummy, yeah

Come on, that's a pick-me-up

Take it private, stick it strong

So we're cruisin', take your tongue

This ain't normal, we just strong

Countin' every fifty songs

Text my plug, "Make me a star"

My diamonds pills, comin' apart

Lizard possessed, cutting it short (Hey!)

던져 위 Atlanta, agree to the court

Pour another quart, your music is a bore, huh

DRES code

Pour another quart, your music is a bore, huh

DRES code

[Outro: Ian & Levy]

Back up, what?

Check out what?

Pick up, that's not playing smart (Playing smart)

I've seen spats, no support

Run tags, puffin' a torch

Blow up window brackets in a DRES code (Yeah)

Uh, ending all my sentence with a DRES code