Drake - Miss Me (feat. Lil Wayne)

I said tell me what's really going on?
Drizzy back up in this thing I'm ready, what's happening?
Gone for surgery, but now I'm back again
I'm 'bout my paper like a motherfucking scratch and win

World Series attitude, champagne bottle life
Nothing ever changes, so tonight is like tomorrow night
I will have a model wife, your bitch is as hot as ice
Every time you see me, I look like I hit the lotto twice

Drake you got 'em right, yeah, I got 'em bun
I love myself 'cause I swear their life is just not as fun
Nic's got the weed, Hush got a gun
CJ's got my credit cards and a lot of ones

Yeah, I'm in the city of the purple sprite
Someone tell Malaya I'm on fire, she should work tonight
Call her King of Diamonds and tell China it be worth the flight
I'll be at my table, stacking dollars to the perfect height

Work something, let's work something basis
She just tryna make it so she right here gettin' naked
I don't judge her, I don't judge her, but I could never love her
'Cause to her I'm just a rapper and since she'll have met another

That's why me and Lil' Jazz 'bout to spaz, can you keep up?
I'm just feeling sorry for whoever gotta sweep up
Yeah, bills everywhere, trill everything
And Drake just stand for do right and kill everything

I love Nicki Minaj, I told her I'd admit it
I hope one day we get married just to say we fucking did it
And girl, I'm fucking serious, I'm with it if you with it
'Cause your verses turn me on, and your pants are mighty fitted

Uh, damn, I think you caught me in a moment



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