Miss Me
[Verse 1: Drake]I said tell me what's really goin' onDrizzy back up in this thing I'm ready, what's happenin'?Gone for surgery but now I'm back againI'm 'bout my paper like a mothafuckin' scratch-and-winWorld Series attitude, champagne bottle lifeNothin' ever changes so tonight is like tomorrow nightI will have a model wife, your bitch is as hot as iceEvery time you see me I look like I hit the lotto twice(Drake you got 'em right?) Yeah I got 'em BunI love myself cause I swear their life is just not as funNeeks got the weed, Hush got a gunCJ's got my credit cards and a lotta onesYeah, I'm in the city of the purple SpriteSomeone tell Maliah I'm on fire, she should work tonightCall the King of Diamonds and tell China it'd be worth the flightI'll be at my table stackin' dollars to the perfect heightWork somethin', twerk somethin' basisShe just tryna make it so she's right here gettin' nakedI don't judge her, I don't judge her but I could never love herCause to her I'm just a rapper and soon she'll have met anotherThat's why me and Lil Jaz bout to spaz, can you keep up?I'm just feelin' sorry for whoever got to sweep upYeah bills everywhere, trill everythin'And Drake just stands for Do Right and Kill EverythingI love Nicki Minaj, I told her I'd admit itI hope one day we get married just to say we fuckin' did itAnd girl I'm fuckin' serious I'm with it if you with itCause your verses turn me on and your pants are mighty fittedUgh, damn, I think you caught me in a momentLike I catch 'em stealin' flows cause I swear I never loaned itAnd life ain't a rehearsal the camera's always rollin'So come and get a portion of this money that we be blowin' cause it's on
[Hook]Yeah girl it's onYou know what it is when I finally make it homeI just hope you miss me a little when I'm goneYeah I just hope you miss me a little when I'm goneAnd you just tell me what you down for, anythin' you down forI know things have changed, know I used to be around moreBut you should miss a little when I'm goneI just hope you miss me a little when your gone
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]Ooh shit, mothafucka, goddamnKickin' bitches out the condo like PamGettin' money everyday: I'm a groundhogBout to scoop your girl up like a ground ballI walk light so I don't piss the ground offMan I swear my bitches do it 'til they suck the brown offUgh, that's nastyYes I am Weezy but I ain't asthmaticJames Bond cologne, honey I put onMake 'em run and tell their friends like a marathonVoice baritone, haters carry onBeat the pussy up, call me Larry HolmesYoung Money's Jerry Sloan, I turn every stoneWhen she masturbates to me, that's how she learn every songTo women I condone better write me when I'm goneNo I'm not that thuggish not that ruggish but I do pack BoneUh, I'm a love machineAnd I won't work for nobody but youIt's only me and her cause the Bugatti coupeIt's Blood gang, slime but I parlay with SnoopI ain't lyin' I shoot, you don't need signs for proofTurn you to a vegetable like you lyin' in soupAnd when I'm in the booth, bitch, the lion is looseMan I got so many styles I am a groupDamn, I'll be gone 'til NovemberBut fuck it I ain't trippin', I know Drizzy gonna kill 'emI'm stickin' to the script like lint on denimMama said if the rules ain't bent, don't bend 'emReal nigga talkin', shut the fuck up, hoGotta do it one time for Haiti, what up, Zoe?Weezy F Baby and the "F" is for Front doorCause that's where I bring it, Soo Woo if you bangin', muthafucka