[Chorus: Drake] I'm the only one that get the job done, I don't know a nigga that could cover for me, Yeah, got some game from my Daddy, He said, ‘She might say she love me, She don't love me, like she say she love me.' Believe me, believe me, I'm that nigga, boy, they love me in the streets, I'm not tryna find nobody else to beat, I'm the one they come to see because they all Believe me.
[Verse 1: Drake] Yeah, rip, rip, rip, It's been me and Young Tune off the rip, That's the man that put me in this shit, If a nigga fuck with him, I'll put him down quick, Got a verse for anybody wanna talk about the clique, I've been takin' shit light, you don't wanna hear me trip, Goddamn, do y'all really know who y'all fuckin' with? Yeah, I mean you can't blame me for wonderin', Doesn't matter, could be winter or the summer, On the road I do One Direction numbers, I don't fuckin' miss. Yeah, Stunna and Mack know, When Wayne was gone for eight months, we put this thin' up on our back, And I was snappin' off on every single track, though, Collect call from the boss like, ‘Where we at, though?' I was like, ‘Hah, it's our time, nigga!' He left Rikers in a Phantom, that's my nigga, And I've been rockin' with the team, Tha Carter IX, And we YMCMB, waitin' on somebody to try us, nigga, yeah!
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[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Lord knows, I'll murk one of these niggas, yeah! His and hers Ferraris, nigga, One for me, one for my daughter, nigga, Waitin' for someone to test me like a Harvard, nigga, I tote a two-twenty-three, two Michael Jordans, nigga, Come on, fight these shell cases like a lawyer, nigga, Find out where you stay, and act like we found some oil, nigga, Out of duct tape so when he prayin', I ignore the, nigga, All I gotta say is ‘sayonara, nigga!' Drop dead gorgeous but the bitch ain't dyin' for a nigga, Where the real queens at? Shout out Capone-N-Noreaga! We can shoot it out and see who live to tell the story later, Diamonds in my Rollie face cannot be exfoliated. They think I'm associated, I'm the one that orchestrated, Yayo get her ass whipped, whip that ass like horses racin', Ain't ‘bout what you walk away from, it's ‘bout what you walk away with, Dead Presidents, them coffins vacant, I must be doin' something.
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[Verse 3: Drake] Rip, rip, rip, Had to get it poppin' off the rip, Rich young nigga that ain't never had to trick, Slim Thug flow but, you know, I like ‘em thick, If she get a job at DOA, I drop her off a tip, I had to get it poppin' off the rip, I'm the one they tell ya been reppin' in the 6, Come into the city, and you niggas get to trippin', We'll take ya to the Scarborough Bluff and drop you off a cliff. Well, damn, just be happy for the man, Nirvana, Coldplay, nigga got bands, Ink from the money, got it all over my hands, Goin' out to Houston, spendin' all of my advance, V Live just took me for a cheque, ‘Drake, you know, I love ya, you just took me outta debt!' Yes, right now you are lookin' at the best, Mothafuck award shows and mothafuck the press like that!
[Verse 4: Lil Wayne] Mothafuck the rest, When they jumped off the porch, I was stumblin' up the steps, I'd give what I collect before I give up my connect, It'd be a cold day in hell, icicles made of sweat. One finger, slidin' ‘cross my neck, Niggas know what that mean like they deaf, Nigga, I'll fire this Nina like it's her first day on the job and the bitch overslept. Tune stay humble, nigga, I'm a king, need a horn and a drumroll, They throw mothafuckin' roses at my feet, nigga, I don't step on one rose, I'm the only one that get the job done, I don't know a nigga that can cover for me, Tape a couple kilos to the bitch stomach, She look like she got a bun in the oven from me. Preheat, believe me, All you gotta do is pay me every week, I had these bitches havin' babies every week, I'm the nigga, see me skatin' in the streets. Gone.