Drake

Текст песни Lor Sosa - Drake

Umm
Yea
Uh

Stacking the hundreds like Lego's
Don't leave no bread on the table
Leave a hole in ya head like a bagel
I'm addicted to stackin' them pesos
Put me some psychos on payroll
And I drop me some lean in a faygo
Then I cop me some pills from Diego
I be dragging my nuts like I'm Fredo

And I fuck with the city, but carry da state
Niggas is starting to get used to my face
Still fucking hungry I need a new plate
Fuck all that talking I need 'em to pay
They say they yo friends but secretly hate
Acting like you ready for beef set a date
Drop me the addy I'll wack you today
Glock with the switch so it don't be no chase
I can't beat the case then I do the race
My gun it be thumping I don't need no bass
Put you on the news now you made the front page
Float on the beat like a boat in a lake
I'm chiefing a blunt don't get high off of jays
I'm all in the mix when I come to LA
I copped me a gun and it look like a rake
My Drako be singing it's dancing like Drake
Nigga

(Uh yea, uh yea, uh yea)
(Get back in that mode, nigga I just carry tones)

Stacking the hundreds like Lego's
Don't leave no bread on the table
Leave a hole in ya head like a bagel
I'm addicted to stackin' them pesos
Put me some psychos on payroll
And I drop me some lean in a faygo
Then I cop me some pills from Diego
I be dragging my nuts like I'm Fredo

Stacking the hundreds like Lego's
Don't leave no bread on the table
Leave a hole in ya head like a bagel
I'm addicted to stackin' them pesos
Put me some psychos on payroll
And I drop me some lean in a faygo
Then I cop me some pills from Diego
I be dragging my nuts like I'm Fredo

(Brdrdrdrdrdr)
Little boy boy, get the fuck back
I'm in the city I'm riding 'round town with them racks
Soulja Boy trap out a matte gray Hellcat
Stand on a couch with a chopper
I'm flipping and make a opp' ass, nigga get back
Stand on the strap, yeah
We got them racks
Thumb through them hundreds you know we got them packs,
In the VIP Louie V all on the pouch
Thumb through them hundreds got fifty K, stand on the couch
Casamigos in the cup when we pour it in her mouth
Now we taking the jet and we head down south
Send the location it's spinning 'round
Spot a head opp' and we knock 'em down
Send the location we spin around
I got the money we splurging all through the town
Big body business
Young nigga squeezing that clip 'till it's empty
(Ugh huh)
Paint the whole city
Young nigga pull up with hundreds and fifties
(Ugh huh)
Big bank roll
Grabbing my choppa and shooting my pole
Nigga dis on the gang now he getting exposed
(Yea yea)
They chose but they look closed
Walk in designer got big bank rolls
I'm up in the mall and they swiping my barcode
Soulja Boy swiping them bricks like Narcos
Lets hop on the jet and we go to Diego
Go to Mexico and run up my bank roll
Run up my pesos
Shooters gon' shoot when I say so
Trying to run out with that sack and get hit in the ankle
Hitting the plug and remixing it wit queso

Stacking the hundreds like Lego's
Don't leave no bread on the table
Leave a hole in ya head like a bagel
I'm addicted to stackin' them pesos
Put me some psychos on payroll
And I drop me some lean in a faygo
Then I cop me some pills from Diego
I be dragging my nuts like I'm Fredo

Stacking the hundreds like Lego's
Don't leave no bread on the table
Leave a hole in ya head like a bagel
I'm addicted to stackin' them pesos
Put me some psychos on payroll
And I drop me some lean in a faygo
Then I cop me some pills from Diego
I be dragging my nuts like I'm Fredo