Ransom
[Intro - Drake]Yea, Drizzy babyYou already know who it isIt's the first time I'm highIt's the first time I smoked in like 3 monthsI'm sorry mama, I had to do it to them40 I see youO, I see you homieI stay late tonight right?You know what happen when I stay lateYea, Boy wonderI swear it's like this every single timeToronto I got youI got us
[Verse 1 - Drake]I'm a hard guy to get along withGet on a song withWhen shit be going right, well I just flip it to the wrong shitThe team that I belong toThe artists I put on withDon't ever ask for nothing cause them niggas got their own shitMe and Weezy are like a mouth of hot peppersBlack Ferrari with the red seats, I call it "playing checkers"I'm never doing verses, I'm forever giving lecturesIf you trying to meet with money I'll be happy to connect yaLife is better than it's ever beenScheduling million-dollar meetings with the PresidentSomeone cut the lights on! Where is Thomas Edison?Got a a new condo, watch me as I settle inI deserve a MTV show for me and my peopleAnd if you trying to zone, I got a whole Swisher Sweet fullRappers are liars and their women are deceitfulAdd until they subtract me, I'll never be your equalLast Place Drizzy is the nigga in the lead nowWeezy told me just write every single thing you need downAnd he got it for me and I'm as happy can be nowBout to start ballin' like I'm coming off a reboundYea, and I should have the most bragging rightsBecause the nigga spit crack, bag it tightHate when rappers say they trying to get their swagger rightCause I dunn came on more fire than a dragon fightFuck you pussy ass hater you should do youYou ain't heard of me then you should go and get a Blue's Clue?Oops! I mean a red clueWayne's here, Soo-woo!Bet he felt like the end of a pool cueBut I ain't banging, I ain't waving no flagI'm ATF but they ain't seeing no badgeIt's Heartbreak Drake I hate to see him so sadI can son you, see a little me in your dadI'm the same yellow boy that used to play up on the DegrassiCan pocket 20 thousand to be anywhere they ask meCash like Johnny, Banks like AshleyBurnin' like a Camel Light; stupid ho, ash meBut don't ask me shit about meAnd no the game really ain't shit without meShe might have to pay me but I dick her down freeWanna know if it's the truth then pull the zipper down and seeNo homo though
[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne]Yea, um, I'm going in!Drizzy I got us, this is my promiseIma bring the barrel to them bitches eyelinersAnd what I make up, will fuck up your skinI pick buck up and buck-buck then buck-buck againI will butt-fuck your friendThen suck up her twinI put the buck-up to himThen buck-buck and buck-buck and buck-buck againSuck nut, you duck, fuck your unloving kinNow don't rub it inLike Lubriderm on a new tattoo I had toKick my princess up out my castleDad, who? Never had that dudeAlways had a black toolEven when I was at schoolCause bullies aren't bullet-proofRed scarf, hoody tooProbably ain't as hood as youStupid motherfucker the only thing in the hood is youI do everything as good as you no I do everything betterI get paid for everything for every letter, A-B-C, et ceteraFetch a bone. Like a dog motherfucker I am going for your neckIn a sec, interceptBring it back like work in a trunkAnd my exit coming up, yo I am heading to the buck likeBuck-Buck again. Might fly to L.A and just fuck KarrineNahh fuck Karrine! Lets get bucks again, and fuckin' spendThem bucks and then, just fuck KarrineIf I told you I'mma do it, I did itGot my city on my fittedBout to pop a lets get itLets get it motherfucker whatcha waitin onIt is bout a minute past pissed and I'm about to get shittedI'm with it if money is the it you want me withAnd I prolly just spit on the chick you won't be witAnd I hate a boney bitch only like em only thickAnd I own hip-hop, if you don't spit I'm gon' evictAnd I just sold a lot of property to a buyerAnd I think his name was kinda like Drake Drizzy RogersOr Drizzy Drake Rogers I'm too busy to play fatherAnd when it comes to the game I'm too willing to play harderSo harder I go, there he goThey chant MVP when I shoot a free throwC.E.O., Jas what it doThe haters are there facing and their ass is a shoeFaster than you, badder than youRadder than you, et ceteraI told ya, I get paid by the letter likeA-B-C-D-E-F-G-H-I-J-K-L-M-N-O-P-Q-R-S-T-U-V-W-X-YZZ Top, yes we rockAnd me and Drizzy both wrote on DetoxThat was just a foot noteHow long can he could goWondering when he stopBitch when the beat stopSo I'mma keep rockin' to the sheet rock bendThen the heat I send burn skinThe end