Drake & Chill

[Intro: Drake & Ephraim Ellis]
Is that real?
You pretended to be my friend
You made me do this

[Chorus]
She been playing that Drake at night (She been playin')
She been playing that Drake at night (She been playin')
Oh, man, oh, goddamn (Goddamn)
Why I gotta hear this nigga again? (Again)
She been playing that Drake at night (She been playin')
She been playing Bryson Tiller at night (She been playin')
Wish that we can Bryson Tiller and chill (Goddamn)
But I gotta get this money for real (Damn, damn)

[Verse]
I don't wanna be the man of your life
I just wanna be your man for the night
If the pussy good, yeah, I'ma fuck her twice
She been cookin' for me, talkin' Mrs. Right
She get mad, I don't give a fuck, it's life
Too many niggas dying for us to be wastin' time
That's just bad timin', girl, you wildin'
Always think you know the answer
Girl, I swear you Andre Iguodala
Know I got the sauce like the restaurants and pasta
Put it in her mouth, whoa, whoa, watch your tonsil
Yeah, her nigga always getting played like a console
Hit it in the morning, in the morning like Alonzo
Say a prayer before I hit it, like I hit the lotto
Panties on my feet, yeah, that's the only way that I know
Gotta be cooler than that nigga Johnny Bravo
I never get big-headed like I'm Hey Arnold! Soss

[Chorus]
She been playing that Drake at night (She been playin')
She been playing that Drake at night (She been playin')
Oh, man, oh, goddamn (Goddamn)
Why I gotta hear this nigga again? (Again)
She been playing that Drake at night (She been playin')
She been playing Bryson Tiller at night (She been playin')
Wish that we can Bryson Tiller and chill (Goddamn)
But I gotta get this money for real (Damn, damn)