[Produced by Hit-Boy]
[Verse 1: Drake]
Had hit records on my demo
Did y'all boys not get the memo
I do not stay at the Intercontinental
And anything I got is not a rental
I own that mothafucka
Figured out this shit, it's simple
My stock been going up like a crescendo
A bunch of handshakes from the fakes
But nigga I do not want to be friends though
I told y'all motherfuckers
Man this shit is not a love song
This is a fuck a stripper on a mink rug song
This a fuck them boys forever, hold a grudge song
Pop some fuckin' champagne in the tub song
Nigga, "just because" song
[Verse 2: Drake]
Golden dreams with a suitcase
I got my whole country on a new wave
She like, "I heard all your niggas stay where you stay"
House so big I haven't seen them boys in two days
Bitch I use a walkie talkie just to get a beverage
I saw my parents split up right after the wedding
That taught my ass to stay committed for the Grammy
Bitch check the numbers, I'm the one who really get it
I told y'all motherfuckers
Man this shit is not a love song
This a doin' me and only God can judge song
I do not know what the fuck you thought it was song
Pop some fuckin' champagne in the tub song
Nigga, "just because" song
