DRAKE

DRAKE - Empire

rate me

Ft. Rick Ross

(Intro)

I'ma tell you like this, nigga

(Verse: Rick Ross)

I got a hundred Gs on my line

I ain't eating Jacksons when I be in Overtown

Bitch I'm eating lavish, look up, ho, it's snowing now

I just throw the cabbage, J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League gon' hold it down

Got a odor there in the attic, that's a couple pounds

New Rolex that I ordered, that's a hundred thou'

Time to milk the game, bitch I went and bought a cow

My nigga GDK a goon, he'll gun ya down

Slid up on him with the stick, yeah and sat him down

My nigga Nut so slick, they ain't pat him down

I got a hundred niggas on my line

A hundred squares at a time, nigga, hold it down

(Hook: Rick Ross)

Addicted to money, addicted to chips

My hoe was gay, now she addicted to dick

Addicted to this, addicted to that

I'm getting them stacks, it's more addictive than crack

I'm addicted to money, addicted to chips

My hoe was gay, now she addicted to dick

Addicted to this, addicted to that

I'm getting them stacks, it's more addictive than crack

(Verse 2: Drake)

Alright my patience running thin

Olympic pools of money, I'm just glad I learned to swim

Cannonball, bitch, I hope yo divin' board's sturdy

And I hope when dinner's cold, my niggas do not desert me

Nah, but shit's all good

The deal got signed and my split's all good

And these haters pretending that it's all good

Say that shit in person, man I wish y'all would

I say ya lucky if yo father was a figure

Cuz my uncle was my father and my father was my nigga

And my mother so proud cause his son is getting bigger

I took time to load the bullets, now I'm 'bout to pull the trigger

Like boom, boom, boom, I'm a genius, god dammit

I ain't the type to murder ya, I'm more the type to plan it

So please take a seat if ya really can't stand it

Got success in my pocket and these rappers in a panic

But Skinny told me to do me

And don't listen to anybody that knew me

Cause to have known me

Would mean that there's a new me

And if ya think I changed in the slightest could of fooled me

And tell my city I'm the two-three

Drug dealers live vicariously through me

No bench time, nickname started Drake

Franchise player, I don't even get a water break

And these other lames is hardly mentioned

I bet that with this pen I could draw attention

But ya can tell by my strut

I'm just chilling in the cut, nigga what

And I'm feeling like

(Hook)

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