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(feat. Drake & Lil Wayne) [Intro:] [Drake:] Yea, coming to you live from the city of Houstaltantavegas [Birdman:] So what it do young nigga'? 100 [Drake:] I am on a 24 hour Champagne diet Spillin' while I'm sippin' I encourage you to try it I'm probably just sayin that cause I don't have to buy it The club owner supply it Boy I'm on that fly shit I am what everyboby in my past don't want me be Guess what, I made it I'm the muthafucking man I just want you to see Come take a look Get a load of this nigga Quit frontin on me Don't come around and try to gas me up I like runnin on E I-I-I I'm on my Disney shit, goofy flow SongtexteOn records, I'm Captain Hook And my new car is Rafio Damn Where my roof just go I'm somebody that you should know Get to shakin somethin' cause that what Drumma produced it for Yes I make mistakes that I don't ever make excuses for Like leavin girls that love me and constantly seducing hoes I'm losing my thoughts I say damn, "where my roof just go? " Top slipped off like Janet at the Superbowl I got em [Hook: Drake] They can't help it And I can't blame 'em Since I got famous BITCH I got money to blow, gettin' it in Letting these bills fall over your skin I got money to blow Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, I got money to blow Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh I got money to blow [Birdman:] Richer than the richest We Certified gettin' it, CM, YM, Cash Money buisness Higher than the ceiling, fly like a bird Hit the Gucci store and later get served We smoked out with no roof on it Them people passin, so we mash 'em Ballin' out, we keep the cash on deck Lamborghinis and them Bentleys on the v-set Louis lens iced up with the black diamonds Car of the year, Ferrari, the new Spider No lie, I'm higher than I ever been Born rich, born uptown, born to win Fully loaded, automatic six Benz Candy paint, foreign lights with my bitch in Born hustlin' too big nigga to strive me up Can't stop me more money burnin' em up [Hook: Drake] They can't help it And I can't blame 'em Since I got famous BITCH I got money to blow, gettin' it in Letting these bills fall over your skin I got money to blow Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, I got money to blow Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh [Lil Wayne:] Well I get paid every 24 hours Money and the power Come to VIP and get a Champagne shower I don't have to worry because everything ours And I got a big bouquet of Mary Jane's flowers That kush I promise That's my dude, but we don't smoke that Reggie Bush And I'm with two women make you take a second look We poppin' like Champagne bottles but we never shook And we gon' be alright if we put Drake on every hook [Hook: Drake] They can't help it And I can't blame 'em Since I got famous BITCH I got money to blow, gettin' it in Letting these bills fall over your skin I got money to blow Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, I got money to blow Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, got money to blow [Outro: Birdman] CMG Baby Yea, just like that Blattt Big Money partna Aus Songtexte Mania