[Hook future]

Talking 'bout you popping tags, nigga you ain't bought shit

Talking bout a hunned bottles, nigga you ain't popped shit

All you talk nana clips, nigga you ain't shot shit

Spending money on these hoes, nigga you ain't fuck shit.

[Verse 1 drake]

Took niggas out the hood like I'm from there

So you know it's all good when I come there

I hear you talk about your city like you run that

And I brought my tour to your city, you my son there nigga

But I had to come through for the remix

On my haven't done a verse in 8 weeks shit

And if a nigga say my name, he the hot shit

But if I say the nigga name, he still the hot shit

Fucked up, lucky I don't feed into the gossip

Niggas act like they don't know, but they should know

Yeah, I just think it's funny how they dangling the bait

But I'm the one that's killing niggas on the hooks though

And niggas ain't got a grill, still ice grill hating

I know y'all already know mike will made it

Just looking at the numbers, nigga, I feel amazing

I call michael jordan up and mike will make it

I'm the young rap nigga with the 'melo deal

You need to come to ovo for a better deal

Just know a million ain't shit once you get a mill

And niggas say it's all good, that's how you better feel

Nigga nah, fuck that, this year I'm talking big stuff

Rolling through the city like a young nigga bricked up

Fuck niggas gon' be fuck niggas

That's why we never give a fuck when a fuck nigga switched up.

[Hook]

Talking 'bout you popping tags, nigga you ain't bought shit

Talking bout a hunned bottles, nigga you ain't popped shit

All you talk nana clips, nigga you ain't shot shit

Spending money on these hoes, nigga you ain't fuck shit.

[Verse 2 juicy j]

If money talk then your pockets ain't saying shit

I'm in the bathroom getting head from your bitch

And I ain't paying her shit

You want beef? you don't know who you playing with

I tell my pilot to land the jet

I'm hopping off, get 'em, we popping off

Give a click and you niggas dead where you standing at

I'm just a trippy nigga smoking on cabbage

Your money funny like jim carrey

I got bitches that's super bad like halle

And we still keeping that white like barry

I'm a rich nigga, still keep a pistol with me

Nigga you ain't fuckin' with a picture of me

I got all this cake and shooters with me

Just in case you pussy niggas try to get you a piece

What it is, my nigga? what it's hittin' for?

Where the car you were whippin' in the video?

Where is the ice at? where is them pretty hoes?

You a fraud, real niggas already know

Broke ass niggas I can't stand them

I hit 'em with the cannon

I buying out the mall at random

Juicy j that nigga is fresh to death

Smoke till there is nothing left

Bail off and then I'm ghost in my phantom.