Star67

That's what they doin' Cam'ron
They actin' like these singers, man
I ain't-I ain't goin' to the studio 'til I have a situation
A subject, I need a beat, I need the producer
Who-who gon' be on the hook? Man, what is you doin'?
Go in the studio with fuckin' clips, clips, ammo!

Brand-new Beretta, can't wait to let it go
Walk up in my label like, "Where the check though?"
Yeah, I said it
Wouldn't dap you with the left hoe, shut the fuck up
Text from a centerfold, I ain't reply, let her know I read it though
Voicemail say she ready though (yeah)
Niggas know I'm credible
Ain't no pussy on a pedestal
Got my foot on the 'Cedes Benz pedal doin' 90 on the bridge like
"Nigga you already know"
And if you don't know, now you know, now you know

Switchin' up the angles
Now I'm in the Rolls with illuminated angel
Four or five chains man, the gold getting tangled
My nigga Biz said, "The first mill' gonna change you"
Change for the better, hit it then dead her
That's my vendetta, keep this shit together

Goddamn, we ain't even got a scam
Cocaine Coupe, we ain't even gotta scale
Used to flip apps, now that old plug murked
Ain't a damn thing changed you can still get to work

(Just hold on one moment and someone will be right with you)

(We're sorry, you have reached a number that has been disconnected or is no longer in service)

Yeah

I remember how I went to Louis V with Haf'
Watched them spread ten thousand dollars on the glass
I never ever thought I'd see that in my life
Now I'm in the East 'cause my boys are gettin' right, man
I was on TV makin' 50 racks a year
After helpin' Mama out, the shit would disappear
I am not a man, I can't do this on my own
So I started askin' them if they would put me on

And they did put me on
Yeah, they did put me on
Now we in the basement and we workin' on the phone
Now we in the basement and we workin' on the phone, man
Line blowin' up, workin' on the phones
Now we in the basement and we workin' on the phones
But I just couldn't do it had to leave that shit alone man

Hear what?
Yo, hear what, take time
(Ha, ha, ha) ah, no shit
Yo, hear what?
Wha gwan, fry skull
Him fried, him fried and a sleep awhile ago inna di van
You know Drizzy

Blowin' up
Line blowin' up, they need the whole thing
Blowin' up
My niggas really need the whole thing, yeah, yeah
Blowin' up
Line blowin' up, they need the whole thing
Blowin' up
My niggas really need the whole thing, yeah, yeah
Ayy

I do better with the rider in my system
Ooh yeah, I'm on deck, when you call me, I'll listen
I listen unless I been mixing
You know when I'm mixing
You know when I'm mixing, I smoke when I drink, it's tradition
Like Zoe mama I go hippy
Peace sign in the air like I'm Nixon
I'm mixing, I am not Esco but it was written
I knew when they didn't
I been had these visions of the life I'm living since I was Jimmy
All I just had to do was go and get it

And now we blowin' up
Blowin' up, they need the whole thing
Blowin' up, yeah
My niggas really need the whole thing, yeah, yeah
Ayy



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Writer(s): Aubrey Drake Graham, Amir Obeid Ahmed, Fred Muelboeck
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