I Ghost Wrote A Song For Drake

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
They say I'm light-skinned, but the ting on my waistline blacker
I'm a pop star, but they label me a rapper
Did one take, and it's already a slapper
It get lonely at the top but crowded at the ladder
Eleven years in the game, they know me as the OG
I could have a bitch by my side and feel lonely
Ain't no feelings involved when we go O.T
Put some money on their head, they too nosey (This a Flavr Boy exclusive)

[Verse]
Put some money on their head, they too nosey
Gimme my respect, I don't even need a trophy
I don't know you, so don't dab me up like your homie
I just went pop from the rap and they dig
They label me a rapper, but they like when I sing
Shout-out to the broskies, they be dealin' with the ting
I don't need my speed dial wit' the ring
I got two girls in my crib, and they're twins
I sell the ting set
I'm a vet, number one, I ain't done yet
When I drop, them niggas gotta pay me rent
I be fillin' up the charts, I ain't break a sweat (Break a sweat)
Yeah, I'm a prophet
I can call your fate by writin' up a check
I be changin' lives when I give a verse
Just know it's my song now, it ain't yours

[Chorus]
They say I'm light-skinned, but the ting on my waistline blacker
I'm a pop star, but they label me a rapper
Did one take, and it's already a slapper
It get lonely at the top but crowded at the ladder
Eleven years in the game, they know me as the OG
I could have a bitch by my side and feel lonely
Ain't no feelings involved when we go O.T
Put some money on their head, they too nosey