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Drake feat. Nicki Minaj - Up All Night

Up All Night
Drake feat. Nicki Minaj
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[Verse 1: Drake]
Kush rolled, glass full:
I prefer the better things,
Niggas with no money act like money isn't everything.
I'm having a good time, they just trying to ruin it,
Shout out to the fact that I'm the youngest nigga doing it.
Cap on, brim bent, Denzel, every time,
She ain't trying to pop that shit for pimp; okay, well, nevermind.
I tried to told you, Drizzy still ain't nothing nice,
Bracelet saying, “You should quit!”,
Cars saying, “Fuck your life!”
Okay, now we outta here, toodles to you, bitches,
And if you dolled up, I got the voodoo for you bitches.
I'm busy getting rich, I don't want trouble,
I made enough for two niggas, boy,
Stunt double.
Fame is like a drug that I've taken too much,
I never ever trip, just peace, happiness and love.
I got money in these jeans, so they fit me kinda snug,
Plus the game is in my pocket, nigga, this is what I does.

[Hook: Drake]
I'm about whatever, man, fuck what they be talking about,
They opinon doesn't count, we the only thing that matters.
So we do it how we do it,
All up in your face man, I hate to put you through it.
I be up all night, whole crew's in here,
‘Cause I don't really know who I'mma lose this year,
Man, I love my team, man, I love my team,
I would die for these niggas.

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Drizzy say, “Get her!”, Imma get her.
I got the kind of money that make a broke bitch bitter,
I got that kinda... Wait-wait, fixate.
Which bitch you know made a million off a mixtape?
That was just a keepsake, bought the president,
The Louis presidential briefcase, never been a cheapskate.
We got the hawks, I ain't talking about the peach state,
Man, for Pete's sake, scratch that sweepstakes.
Fuck, I look like, ho?
I look like “yes” and you like “no”.
I'm a bad bitch, I ain't never been a mixed breed,
I'm on a diet but I'm doing donuts in a six-speed.
M6 in front of M2,
I see a lot of rap bitches on the menu
But I collect 100 thou' at the venue,
And pop bottles with the team Young Money ‘til the death of me.

[Hook]

[Nicki Minaj:]
I mean, we don't even rock them shoes
If it ain't got a comma on the price tag,
I mean, but then again who looks at the price tag?

[Hook]

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