[Intro]
Whoa boy
[Verse 1: Drake]
Ayy, I could never be nobody’s biggest fan
Your first number one, I had to put it in your hand
Your p***ies can’t be booked outside America for nan’
I’m in Tokyo because I’m big on Japan
I’m the hitmaker that you all depend on
Backstage, in my city, it was a friend zone
You will never take another chain from us again
How the hell are you big steppin’ wearing a size seven gentlemen?
This is the bark with the bite, n****, what’s going on?
I know my picture on the wall when you’re cooking
Extortion, honey, your whole career has been shaken up
‘Cause Top told you to drop and give me fifty, like a pair of push-ups
Your last one is bricked, you’re really not confused
They make excuses for you because they hate seeing me on fire
Withdraw your contract, because we need to see the split
The way you split can tear your pants
You better put that mother show in the bit
Maroon 5 needs a verse, you better make it witty
Then we need a verse for the Swifties
Say drop, you better drop and give them fifty
Pipsqueak, pipe down. You’re not in the big three, SZA wiped you out
Travis wiped you out, Savage wiped you out
Just like your label, boy, you’re in the range now
And you will feel the aftermath of what I write
I’m at the top of the mountain, so you’re in a tight spot right now
To have this conversation with you, I had to walk downstairs
Big difference between Mike then and Mike now
What the fuck is this, a twenty-f-one, n****?
What kind of a king is a prince? He’s a son, n****
Get more love in the city you come from, n****
Metro, shut up and make some drums, n****
Yes, I am the 6ix God, I am the front runner
Y’all manager was Chubb’s little blunt runner
Claim the 6ix and you guys won’t even get away from it
Money blowing Abel bread, cheating here (cheating here)
What we do for b****es, he do for n****s (What the f**k?)
Jets, whips, chains, bad, bad, bad
Spend it like you’re trying to fuck, boy you tripping, boy you tripping
Drizzy Chip n’ Dale, probably has your b***h Chanel
I just finished them, boy, make sure I don’t have to break a nail
Rolling Loud stage, it wasn’t your turn, that was slick as hell
It will probably change that you start kissing and telling BM
Hugs and kisses, man, don’t tell me there’s no switches
I’ll rock every damn necklace I own on my next visit, ayy
I’m with some bodyguards like Whitney
Great drop, your little midget can fuck better
[Chorus: Drake]
Ayy, better drop it and give me fifty, ayy
Drop and give me fifty, drop and give me fifty, ayy
N***** really got me talking like I’m 50 here, ayy
N***** really got me here, rappin’ what I live
[Verse 2: Drake]
Maybe I’ll take your newest girl and excite her like I’m Ricky
I can’t believe he’s jumping in now that he’s turning 50
Every song that hit the charts was given to him by Drizzy
Spend that little check you have and stay out of my business
N****, shout out to the hooper taking out the grid
We know why you mad, n****, I’m not even tripping
All that little heartbroken Twitter s**t for b****es
This is for all the top dogs, drop it and give me fifty, drop it, drop it
And that damn song you all got didn’t cause any problems for us
This isn’t brewing in a pot, now I’m warming up
I don’t care what Cole thinks, that Dot s**t was lame as fuck
Champagne trippin’, he ain’t relaxing
N***a calls Top to see if Top wants to arrange it
‘Great, do you want to make peace with it? Great, will you make peace with it?’
No, p***y, now you’re on your own when you say something
You got into this deep, it’s not fucking deep enough
Beg Kai Cenat, boy, you won’t beat us
As for the number, I’m out of here, you don’t fucking come up
As for the money, I’m getting out of here, you don’t sneak up
Cornball, your show money merch fee to us
I’ll let you figure it out, because I’ve seen enough
This isn’t even all I know. Don’t wake the demon
This isn’t even all I know. Don’t wake the demon
Drop it and give me fifty, you all work together
[Interlude: DJ Akademiks]
What top five are you smoking, Kendrick?
[Outro: Drake]
Mmm, mmm, yes
Drop, drop, drop, drop
Drop off a bag of fifty for the crowd on the spot
Drop a bag of fifty, twenty-nine for the prize
Uh, I really tried to keep it PG
