[Verse 1: PARTYNEXTDOOR]

Girl, this summer, you'll be looking for (Yeah)

You'll be looking for me while I'm riding in

That brand new whip you wanted (Ooh, yeah yeah)

All I ever asked for was patience (That's all I ever asked and you know it)

Patience and pussy but mostly patience (Yeah, yeah, 'cause you gon' use it anyway)

Swear I used to keep you faded

Now you're waiting for something better

But girl, what's better than this? (Ooh)

We were supposed to do big things (Do big things)

Now you're waiting for something better

But girl, what's better than this?

[Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR]

Popping champagne over here

Girl, it ain't a thang over here

Throwing money fast over here

Blowing all this cash over here (Yeah)

Popping champagne over here (Oh yeah)

Girl, it ain't a thang over here (Oh yeah)

Throwing money fast over here (Oh yeah)

Blowing all this cash over here (Oh yeah)

On this side

[Verse 2: Drake]

Me and my niggas bucking head first

You supposed to be there when my head hurt

Used to be going out hardly, now we wanna party

Celebration on me, well, what's up?

Pay homage, I roll through the city like young Sheikh Mohammed

It can't be that hard to find us

Go to Jungle, pick up my Ethiopian goddess

That's when words spread, a Bugatti is in the projects

The boy home, used to take the bus to the block

Now summertime whips come through and bust up the block

I remember seeing Nikk's having to bust up a block

And sell the work right to Hush, y'all niggas must have forgot

But I was there Nas don shit, a couple things sit on my conscience

With that said, look at all we accomplished

Yeah, sure this ain't Compton, but this ain't a fairytale land neither

We all lost mad people, the city wild

They gave the task to a purposeful child

Verses start to get a little more personal now

But tha's 'cause everybody else sound is so played out, though

Oliver North in the cut Dolce'd out, though

A thousand dollar bottle it get poured straight out, though

I'm screaming OVO on the whole way out, though

I'm back, boy, for real, I'm that boy, for real

I got hits, nigga, you just a batboy, for real

Backwoods get peeled, I smoke away all the tears

Nothing was the same, man, including y'all careers

The new Cash Money, the new Roc-A-Fella

Bunch of young rich niggas, turn around if you jealous, boy

[Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR]

Popping champagne over here

Girl, it ain't a thang over here

Throwing money fast over here

Blowing all this cash over here

Popping champagne over here (One time)

Girl, it ain't a thang over here (Two time)

Throwing money fast over here

Blowing all this cash over here

On this side