2k (feat. The Don)

Mimosa give a toast cus you can keep the OJ Take you to a wing stop and we can drink some rozay I won't kill no white hoe so I don't drink no OJ Can't f*ck with yo old dude cus he be moving too gay Out in London with a Lauren you can chill by the lake October's very own a make you think its old Drake When my pops was in the streets he really sold weight I smoke dope, I relapse and listen to the Ojays I'm super retro I still be wearing old jays It's a hot girl season she in love with D'usse Get her off the yak cus she be getting loosey I got 2 thousand hoes just like I'm playing 2k Don't confuse the stunt with no arrogance My ego is telling me I can out beat the elephant We can't build no chemistry because I'm out of my element I don't got no time for you Don't put my name on that schedule then Music you can listen to inside the Maybach Pops told me blow a nigga face back I ain't never got no money taken for a payback If I'm looking for that money asking where yo safe at I drink for real I really don't chase nothing but the sack They ain't even know I rap and now they asking where yo tape at Bald head hoes turning all into Rapunzels If you don't got it now I know the plug and he can front you I'm the Don Bitch Mimosa give a toast cus you can keep the OJ Take you to a wing stop and we can drink some rozay I won't kill no white hoe so I don't drink no OJ Can't f*ck with yo old dude cus he be moving too gay Out in London with a Lauren you can chill by the lake October's very own a make you think its old Drake When my pops was in the streets he really sold weight I smoke dope, I relapse and listen to the Ojays I'm super retro I still be wearing old jays It's a hot girl season she in love with D'usse Get her off the yak cus she be getting loosey I got 2 thousand hoes just like I'm playing 2k 20 years old with an old soul Champagne colored suits look like rose gold Never getting married just to let the hoes know All my attire flyer than all of your pilot's clothes 300 hoes I can't even give that any sessions But I just wanna thank God for all these fucking blessings My shit aint never weak and you can listen to the words These niggas out here tryna rap they sound like fucking derbs This shit aint never sugar shack cus I stay in the burbs Cus if he tweaking Ima make a nigga meet the birds Even if he start to tweak over some small words My bitch is natural and I love all of her small curls She a lil mama so maybe I mother fucked her Yes I'm sick cus I might try and just f*ck her mother Would that make the real type of mother fucker Least you aint lick me and dismiss me like no fuckin sucka Money became the obsession Another bag, another blessing Upgraded the selection Now look at the progression Every failure was a lesson The anger was the weapon Eliminate the question Nothing less but perfection Had to add to the collection And keep niggas guessing Another bag, another session Now we in a whole nother direction They knew he was doing something But they can never catch him Dime of the reflection Any more suggestions Get close to acceptance We out here reckless 20 hoes naked Posing for the records For the money I was destined Momosa give a toast cus you can keep the OJ Take you to a wing stop and we can drink some rozay I won't kill no white hoe so I don't drink no OJ Can't f*ck with yo old dude cus he be moving too gay Out in London with a Lauren you can chill by the lake October's very own a make you think its old Drake When my pops was in the streets he really sold weight I smoke dope, I relapse and listen to the Ojays