[Verse 1 - Drake] Who else really try'na fuck with Hollywood Cole? I'm with Marley Gee, bro Flying Hollygrove chicks to my Hollywood shows And I want
Uh, life on the rocks, too hard to swallow So we get high 'till it feel like the sky low Ya'll boys just a bunch of pussy cats milo Money is the song,
Sound like my mic is right I-I am not a human, shout to all my moon men Yeah, they call me Tune, got them bitches tuned in It's a crazy world so I stay
Uh, camo shorts and bubba kush Yeah, we can talk, she'd rather fuss This and that 'bout such and such Man, damn, where is the fuckin' trust? I'm tired
Michael phelps this for you baby, Im goin for the gold my heart is in control, My mind is on succeed and i am in the lead dont buy into the skeems the
[Verse 1] I am not a human being Uhh, p-ssy for lunch pop all the balloons and spit in the punch, yeah, kush in the blunts I ride through your block see
[Verse 1 - Gudda Gudda] Okay I'm sipping on the syrup Got a nigga moving slow I'm all about the money What the fuck you think I do it for? Bitch don't
Shawty badder than a three year old Keep playin' and I'ma eat her like a pita roll I'm just sayin' with my love I could feed her soul Two day getaway
I'm Not Human Lyrics I am not a human being [Verse 1:] Re, Re, Reporting from anotha world Look up in the sky and see me porting with a cova girl She
(Get em on) I'm on one (Get em on) I'm on one (Get em on) I said I'm on one [Drake] I'm getting so cold I aint work this hard since I was 18 Apologise
Yeah Young Money Ladies and Gi??s, O, Young Mula Baby, Omarion I doni??t got the braids, lil girl got my grown on, had her sincs the labeli?? young
She was the sweetest ever Whatever happened to forever She never say never, she rather say whatever I'd rather stay together and she'd rather chase the
.44 bulldog, my motherfucking pet I point it at you and tell that motherfucker, fetch I'm fucking her good, she got her legs on my neck I get pussy, mouth
Skinny ass pants, fresh pair of vans If you niggas keep trippin', nigga share an ambulance Throw up blood with my hands, my gang poppin' niggas Smoke
Cut the music up, please Yeah, I should never leave hip-hop Controlled by my two hands, they go tik-tok Around the clock, yes, it's my time, my throne
I am not a human being [Verse 1:] Re, Re, Reporting from anotha world Look up in the sky and see me courting wit a cova girl She know that is fly after
[Intro - Nicki Minaj] Uh, This that Young Money shit right here [Chorus - Nicki Minaj] Better strap up ya boots Before they start to shoot Then do it
Yeah, she got that good good She Michael Jackson bad I'm attracted to her For her attractive ass She got that good, good She Michael Jackson bad I'm