[Intro: Drake]
Yeah, yeah!
Yeah, yeah!
Jheeze, yeah!
Right, look, look.
[Verse 1: Drake]
Tell me how you really feel,
Tell me how you really feel,
I would ask you what's the deal,
But you don't even got a deal.
Most niggas with a deal
Couldn't make a greatest hits,
Y'all a whole lot of things,
But you still ain't this.
I don't know no one
That could tell me what to do,
Heard you never claimed the hood,
Hear the hood claimed you,
That can't sit well.
Oh well, ship sailed,
Still mine, all mine,
Cosign, cosign.
I pull up in yachts so big that they try to hit me with boat fines,
Hype Williams, Big Pimpin',
Yeah, just like the old times,
Same niggas from the old days,
Lot of sides on the same side.
OVO we a gold mine,
But I'm goin' gold in no time,
Doin' plat, plat only,
Boys better back off me.
Hall of fame, hall of fame
Like I'm shirt off, like I'm shirt off,
Like I'm shirt off shorty.
Whole city goin' crazy, whole city goin' crazy,
Top 5, no debating,
Top 5, top 5, top 5.
And the whole city rave me,
And I'm back inside a matrix,
And I said that we would make it,
Ain't squad with some traitors.
Knew my niggas from the basement,
This ain't no metal-on-the-way shit,
We done really put some days in.
[Future:]
Hey, why you so excited, younamsayin? What happened?
Did you win the Grammy? Goddamn!
You actin like you fuckin won a trophy ‘n shit!
This nigga turnt the fuck up!
[Chorus: Future]
They gon thank I won a Grammy,
They gon thank I won a Grammy,
Swervin out the panoramic,
I'm hangin out, they can't stand me.
They gon thank I won a Grammy,
They gon thank I won a Grammy,
They gon thank I won a Grammy,
They gon thank I won a Grammy.
I'm showin out, they can't stand me,
I'm showin out, they can't stand me,
I'm swervin off, they can't stand me,
I'm err off, can't stand me.
They gon thank I won a Grammy,
They gon thank I won a Grammy,
They gon thank I won a Grammy,
They gon thank I won a Grammy.
[Verse 2: Future]
Gonna peel off like a bandit,
I'm noddin off on a Xanax,
Get pissed off, start airin it,
Get a head start, ain't friendly.
I stand out, I don't blend in,
When I say that I meant that,
I don't want to talk to you has-beens,
I don't want features or ad-libs,
I don't want features or nothin',
You can't even get on my guest list.
They want me to go to the Met Gala,
I want a Percocet and a gallon
That Actavis, Hi-Tech, it don't matter.
We sittin' right on the courtside,
I know the players on both side,
I'm cashin' out, fuck a cosign!
I wear the chain like a bowtie,
I wear the ring like a fo-five,
Keep a fo-five for the poor guys,
Black tints, low profile.
Celebratin everyday ‘cause I'm really, really fresh out the coke house,
Countin up every single day,
Bout to bring a whole nother whip out.
[Chorus: Future]
They gon thank I won a Grammy,
They gon thank I won a Grammy,
Swervin out the panoramic,
I'm hangin out, they can't stand me.
They gon thank I won a Grammy,
They gon thank I won a Grammy,
They gon thank I won a Grammy,
They gon thank I won a Grammy.
I'm showin out, they can't stand me,
I'm showin out, they can't stand me,
I'm swervin off, they can't stand me,
I'm err off, can't stand me.
They gon thank I won a Grammy,
They gon thank I won a Grammy,
They gon thank I won a Grammy,
They gon thank I won a Grammy.