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(feat. Jay-Z, Lil Wayne) [Verse 1: Drake] Ive been up for 4 days Getting money both ways Dirty and clean, I could use a glass of cold spades Rolex's, chauffeurs, and low fades I keep thinking how young can you die from old age The always tell me no one is working as hard as you And even though I laugh it off man its probably true Cuz while all of my closest friends out partying I'm just here making all the music that they party too But party on, party on, all night nigga I got these new rappers nervous prom night nigga I grow tired of these fucking grown man liars Story tellers, they aint even need a camp fire Uhh, but I just wanna tell the truth Before one of these haters load a couple shells and shoot This sh-t feel like when fredro star was a sunset park stunting hard in his yellow goose Ya, and I'ma motherfucking missed target But a target none the less, and I just started Was that directed at Moi? Cant be, they must be talking to themselves Hov, hands free Yeah, and I'm just filling up this daily planner Getting busy cuz I'm a star, no spangled banner Jealous dudes get to talking in their music Letras de cancionesAnd I just say I wrote it for yo girlfriends Kelsey Grammar Yah, that's what life becomes when you doing you Welcome to Hollywood don't let this town ruin you And if you pillow talking with the women that are screwing you Just know that she gon tell another nigga when she through with you Don't get impatient when it takes to long And drink it all even when it taste too strong yeah I gotta feel alive, even if it kills me Promise to always give you me, the real me [Chorus] Who would have thought I'd be caught in this life? Let's celebrate with a toast And get lost in tonight And make it all light up (Hey, Guru, tell homegirl to go to open that Ace right there), Wait until the sun goes down We gon' make this bitch light up Even when the sun goes down I'm gon' make this go [Verse 2: Jay-Z] OWWWWWWW, Hov turning heads like OWLSSSSS Im the man of the hour Triple entendre don't even ask me how Con-Edison Flo I'm connected to a high power Bright lights will make your whole city light up A trillion watt light bulb when I'm in the night club I just landed in that G-450, caught the mayweather fight cuz his satellite was crispy Uhh, yall can miss me with the money talk The smart moneys on Hov, f-ck what the dummys talk I don't do to much blogging, I just run the town, I don't do to much jogging I aint gotta scar yet, you fucking round with me and my dogs is far fetched Drake, heres how they gon come at you With silly rap feuds trying to distract you In disguise in the form of a favor The Barzini meeting, watch for the traitors Uhh, and I've seen it all done it all That's why none of these dum dums could done him off The summers ours, the winter too Top down in the winter, that's what winners do And to these niggas I'm like windows 7 You let em tell it they swear that they invented you And since no good deed go unpunished I'm not as cool with niggas as I once was I once was, cool as the fonz was, But these bright lights turned me to a monster Sorry mama I'm promised they wouldn't change me, But I woulda went insane, had I remain the same ME Fuck niggas, bitches too All I got is this money, this will do [Chorus] Who would have thought I'd be caught in this life? Let's celebrate with a toast And get lost in tonight And make it all light up (Hey, Guru, tell hom' to go to open that Ace right there), Wait until the sun goes down We gon' make this bitch light up Even when the sun goes down I'm gon' make this go [Lil Wayne] Hate is temporary love is necessary I went from eatin pussy to eatin commissary Damn I am? the sickest I need therapy You can buy the answers but you cant afford to question me First off I dont need you second guessin me Jail is like third base I'm comin? home eventually Still got shooters like hot tubs Mayne I'm anemic still got bloods I'm in my cell readin fan mail wish I was Amsterdam sippin amstel Thinking bout all of that pussy I cant smell Mayne they did me wrong I feel like nelson mandel ugh I shine too hard and my lamp is shelved But my name still ringin, alexander grahm bells I know you? met damn cause you know damn well that I still got you open open like a clam shell Yeahh still fly on my hawk shit, my conversation stinks cause I talk shit Stay in your lane you on that double park shit We eatin at the top get a spoon and a fork lift I got raps wrapped up like a gift And id be over if it was a spliff ?I'm feelin like elvis jailhouse rock I'm not tupac I'm the new pac Behind bars but the bars dont stop Recordin over the phone hope the call dont drop Drizzy dot the ball I know the ball wont drop And I pray none of my kids ever wanna be cops Young money get em young money got em The boss got his feet up vacation on a island Yea and tell yah girl to send a kite up Cuz even if you dont smoke muhfucka you gone have to light up [Lil Wayne talking] Nigga... nigga... nigga... nigga Eh ha ha haaa (you got that shit) Three uppa Yeahehh You need me to do it again or sumn or you got me mayne (mayne nigga got that blood) You got that alright bet bet bet bet bet bet bet bet bet bet when I when I can expect to hear that mayne?? 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