[Intro: Drake]

(Dramatic, nigga!)

Well, alright, here I go

[Verse 1: Drake]

I'm a rapper-turned-singer, and you can tell that he smoke

But I don't need my vocal cords, all I hit is C-notes

N.E.R.D. flow, I spaz if I'm pre-voked

I'm about to change the fucking game, pass the remote

Money is everything, and it's every other thing

I'm part of the choir, that's the motto that my brother sing

Cash is the right now, women are postgame

MoneyOverBitches dot com, check the domain

It's coming too soon, album on the way

People ask me if I pray, I say, "Yeah, once in a blue moon"

Oops, I mean a red moon, I did it again, Tune

Let me leave a space in for your Blood affiliation, I state

Heavy metaphors, flow so overweight

I could rap around these other young'un's like a cobra snake

Frostbite Drizzy, nigga, nobody as cold as Drake

Keep your ass in-line, don't be tryna roller skate

Fuck all the discrete shit, I get on some deep shit

I am 21, tell me, who do I compete with?

I'm on my elite shit, you could tell I'm real

'Cause I'm gettin' hood love and I ain't even talkin' street shit

Young Angel, Young Lion, I'm done tryin'

I'm just doin', who's drinkin'? 'Cause I'm buyin'

It's on me, everything is on me

And my girl is still down like she's fuckin' Jon B

And when I go dumb, I tend to do dumb shit

I just listened back and now I'm sounding like a trumpet

This for all the strippers 'cause I know that they gone bump it

Tell 'em, "Back it up and dump it, back it, back it up and dump it"

Ain't no pistols here, your money will disappear

My accountant will feed his family off my fiscal year

Tax brackets and back-and-forth faxes

My money coming full circle, get up on my axis

Nebby, I'ma kill 'em, only 'cause I promised

They think I'm bein' cocky, but I'm only bein' honest

I'm swallowin' the Goose, got a model gettin' loose

And I never party 'less I got some bottles in the booth

I just walk up on the scene, I'm about to take this

I'm just havin' patience, 'cause I want it to make sense

White cup, orange pop, Tennessee State shit

Drop a four in it and appreciate the greatness, Drizzy

[Interlude: DJ Drama]

(Gangsta!) I just want y'all to remember

That this is the first mixtape you bumped

While you had a Black president

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]

Yeah, p-p-pass the dro

I am such a beast and you can ask them hoes

And they might even say you should leave me alone

And homie's scared, 'Cause his bitch like me

Stuntin' is a habit, get it from my daddy

Just like Shaggy, I tote that boom-bastic

I'm a rude bastard, I don't give a fuck 'bout y'all

I ain't talkin' marbles, you can pluck my balls

And yes, I'm fallin', but up, I fall

And if your bitch in heat, she could fuck my dog

I went from penny pinchin' to private planes

Never sat on any benches, I got in games

Starter, Carter, ball harder

Ten girls, penthouse suite, y'all order

Whatever y'all please: wine, crackers, and cheese

They take off their clothes and put on my tees

The supplement I've taken got me feelin' mighty

My gun and money don't split, call that shit Siamese

Yes, my watch make the frickin' time freeze

Your girl bless me, she suck my dick and I sneeze

Cheap-ass apartment, just the kitchen I need

And 18 G's is why the chicken crossed the street

Whatcha know 'bout it? My niggas so about it

If you kill everybody, they can't go to court about it

Weezy, I ignore the liars, baby, I ignite the fire

I am like a Michael Myers, leave your body in the dryer

Got the shotty on the side of me, my bad boys follow me

I'm a bad boy, obviously, pop one at your Ivy League

I don't have a rivalry, if so, you'll have a cah-sualty

Oops, I meant "a casualty," oops, I meant catastrophe"

Oops, I meant, actually, you niggas is just ass to me

And big, wet pussy is more like what I'm rather-ing

Welcome to the gathering, welcome to the burying

Or I hang you on the wall like a art gallery

You got short salary, and I got long money

I got Cash Money, I got Young Money, bitch (Gangsta!)

[Outro: DJ Drama & Lil Wayne]

See, I told y'all it'd be well worth the wait, right?

Dedication 3!

Chris, fuck with me!

C'mon, it's Mr. Thanksgiving you're talking about

Thing's for sure