Drake (+) Pop Style

Drake ☆ Pop Style

Uh, thinkin’ out loud
I must have a quarter million
on me right now
Hard to make a song
’bout somethin’
other than the money
Two things I’m ’bout
to talk blunt staying blunted
Pretty women, are you here?
Are you here right now? Huh
We should all disappear right now
Look, your gettin’
all your friends
and your gettin’ in the car
And you’re comin’ to the house
are we clear right now, huh
You see the fleet of
all the new things
Cop cars with the loose change
All white like I move things
niggas see me rollin’
and their mood change
Like a motherfucker
New floor, I got a dozen of ’em
I don’t trust you, you are undercover
I could probably make some steps ?
Talkin’ filets with the truffle butter
Fresh sheets and towels
man she gotta love it
Yeah, they all get
what they desire from it
What, tell them niggas
we ain’t hidin’ from it

Yo, thinkin’ out loud
I must have about a milli
on me right now
And I ain’t talkin’
about that Lil Wayne record
I’m still the highest dealin’
female rapper, for the record
Man, this a 65 million single sold
I ain’t gotta compete
with a single soul
I’m good with
the ballpoint game, finger roll
Ask me how to do it
I don’t tell a single soul
Pretty women, wassup?
Is you here right now?
You a stand up or is you
in your chair, right now?
Do you hear me?
I can’t let a wet nigga, get near me
I might kiss the baddest bitch
if you dare me
I ain’t never need a man
to take care of me
Yo, I’m in that big boy
bitches can’t rent this
I floss everyday
but I ain’t a dentist
Your whole style
and approach, I invented
And I ain’t takin’ that back
cause I meant it

Uh, thinkin’ out loud
I could be broke
and keep a million dollar smile
LOL to the bank
checkin’ my account
Bank teller flirtin’
after checkin’ my account
Pretty ladies, are you here?
Truffle butter on your pussy
Cuddle buddies on the low
You ain’t gotta tell your friend
that I eat it in the morning
Cause she gonna say “I know”
Can I hit it in the bathroom?
Put your hands on the toilet
I’ll put my leg on the tub
Girl, this my new dance move
I just don’t know what to call it
But bitch you dancing with the stars
I ain’t nothin’ like your last dude
What’s his name? Not important
I bought some cocaine
you can snort it
She became a vacuum
put it on my dick like carpet
Suck the white off like chocolate
I’m so heartless, thoughtless
lawless and flawless
Smallest regardless
largest in charge
and born in New Orleans
Get killed for Jordans
Skateboard, I’m gnarly
Drake, Tunech and Barbie
You know

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