Drake - Top 20 Ultimate Features | Essential Collabs Mix by Exo Dj

Tay Keith, **** these niggas up. Yeah, Tay Keith is too hard. Turn that back, Turbo. You are now listening to the Sounds Off. So DJ, look. I bring the money to change up the topic. I got a 19 in the fold in my pocket. She gave me a number, now I gotta block it. I'm mixing the dirty bills in with the profit. Clean that ---- up and I give it right back to him. If I don't **** with him, then I can't rap with him. I wanna beat him when somebody catches him. I wanna witness and see that ----. Man, these folks got their hidden ----. No cap. I bring up hits and they change up the topic. I got a 19 in the fold in my pocket. One hell of a year and a nigga still dropping. They wanted to stop it, but they couldn't stop it. You told a story like Shorty was feeling you. She told a story like she split the bill with you. Look at my story, man, no one could write it. Now I see a million, I don't get excited. I might just wide sell my ---- to Thugger Way. Ain't no real sense in me going the other way. Can I be seen in that ---- from the other day? Virgil just sent me a whole different colorway. Please don't be stupid, it's Baby and Gunna. And Baby, he wanted her, so I just swung her. Next time I'm in Dallas, I look for another. You niggas fell off and you'll never recover. Porto so hot, taking wait till it bubble. Young Gunna, Gunna, I made this ---- double. Hit in Leontay and left with a puddle. It's me Drake and Baby, you know you in trouble. Run up my check, my bitch burnin' the shuttle. Signed for some M-Bottle, been for my brother. Painted all black, the interior butter. I drip like Delete, and it's word to my mother. Oh ----, man, who that is? Shout out Migo, shout out Zayto. Versace, Versace, Medusa. Head on me like I'm Numanati. This is a gated community. Please get the **** off the property. Rap must be changing, cause I'm at the top. And there's no one on top of me. Niggas be wanting a verse for a verse. But man, that's not a swap to me. Grinding in compliments, pool in the backyard. That look like Metropolis. I think I'm selling a million for a sweet man. I guess I'm an optimist. Born in Toronto, but sometimes I feel like Atlanta adopted us. What the **** is you talking about? Saw this ---- coming like I had binoculars, boy. Versace, Versace, we stay at the mansion when we in Miami. The pillows Versace, the sheets are Versace, I just won a Grammy. I'm in so quiet, I got the world like, what the **** is he planning? Just make sure that you got a backup plan, cause that ---- might come in handy. Started a label, the album is coming September, just wait on it. This year I'm eating your food at my table, got so many plates on it. Hunting this TV at my house, I sit back like, damn, I look great on it. I do not **** with your new ----, my nigga, don't ask for my take on it. Speaking of lingo, man, this for my niggas that trap out the bendo. This for my niggas that call up Fernando to move a piano. **** all your feelings, cause business is business and strictly financial. I'm always the first one to get it, man, that's how you lead by example. Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace. Word in New York is the dyke, man, the high schools are calling me papi. I'm all on the low, take a famous girl out with it, no paparazzi. I'm trying to give Halle Berry a baby and no one can stop me. Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace. 901 Chevy drive, look alive, look alive, niggas came up on this side, Now they on the other side Oh, well, **** them, dawg We gon' see how hard they ride I get racks to go outside And I spit it with the guys We up on the other side Niggas actin' like we tired I been gone since like July Niggas actin' like I died They won't be expectin' ---- When capo go to slide Cause I told them that We put that ---- behind us But I lied Ayy, ayy, look who I'm around, man If I fucked up, I'ma be downtown, man Fourth floor down, man That's if I get caught, man Push me to the edge So it really ain't my motherfuckin' fault, man I'm not to blame, man This fuckin' industry is cutthroat I'm not the same, man And I can let you check the tag Now I'm rockin' name brand I'm only chasin' after bags Now I got a game plan And I'm out here with them, whoop Seven hundred, three out fives Look alive, look alive Niggas came up on this side Now they on the other side Oh, well, **** them, dawg We gon' see how hard they ride I get racks to go outside And I spit it with the guys We up on the other side Niggas actin' like we tired I been gone since like July Niggas actin' like I died They won't be expectin' ---- When capo go to slide Cause I told them that We put that ---- behind us Prada and Gucci, they don't go together Louis and Dior, I swear it go better You wear my drip, I wear it better Climbing gang, I swear it go wetter, huh? Gang, I'm Goldmort Ayy, shake that chain for the pro, gang, gang, gang The level is just too advanced The bezel is Tiffany stamped No grip on my hand I know that I came with the slide From left to right, but now I don't wanna dance I got too much on the line, too much on my mind Too much ain't enough for my plans Nike don't pay me to tell you, just do it They pay me to show you, I do it again Huh? Yeah, I'm in control of the block You know how Tory get hot When me and this glitz go pop The crib is over the top The whip is over the top I thought about letting her go But I wasn't over the top I can't be peeling my casket Make sure I dabble the tan It's part of the brand I know that I came with the slide From left to right, but now I don't wanna dance Can I depend on a man? I slotted some bread in the jam That's just who I am Customers just waving at us from the window They don't even come on the plane when we land Anyone else would retire, but I'm not content I wanna bury these niggas like 20 feet down So no one can find them again It's gotta be scary to witness We carry these niggas around in both of my hands The level is just too advanced The bezel is Tiffany stamped No grip on my hand I know that I came with the slide From left to right, but now I don't wanna dance I got too much on the line Too much on my mind Too much ain't enough for my plans Nike don't pay me to tell you, just do it They pay me to show you, I do it again Huh? Yeah, I'm in control of the block You know how Tory get hot When me and this glitz go pop The crib is over the top The whip is over the top Baby, make that ass clout Drop it to the floor, make that ass clout Round of applause Baby, make that ass clout Drop it to the floor, make that ass clout Let me see you bussy, bussy, bussy, bussy, bussy, bussy Baby, drop it to the floor and bussy, bussy, Buss it, buss it, bu-buss it, buss it, drop it, out it, yeah Unh, buss it like you can't afford a car You a star, you look in the mirror You know who you are, right? Cool, take it low, take it way lower than that I fly private when I go, ain't no layover on that Yeah, I made it to the top, took a seat Still sittin', man, I'm up at Stadium in D.C. Still tippin', man, she could've paid tuition five times Still strippin', I just throw a couple bills And she'll have a pair of heels Oh, no, there I go, magic trickin' on your ass Throwin' every president except for Nixon on your ass Make you rich, I feel like I should make commission on your ass Wonder what you'd ever do if I went missin' on your ass Round of applause, baby, make that head clap Drop into the floor, make that head clap Round of applause, baby, make that head clap Drop into the floor, make that head clap Let me see you buss it, buss it, buss it Buss it, buss it, buss it Baby, drop into the floor with Buss it, buss it, buss it, buss it Buss it, buss it, buss it Got your club goin' up on a Tuesday Got your girl in the car, then she choose a club Goin' up on a Tuesday Got your girl in the car, then she choose a club Goin' up on a Tuesday Got your girl in the car, then she choose a club Goin' up on a Tuesday Got your girl in the car, then she choose a Squad goin' up, nobody flippin' packs now I just did three in a row Them shows is back to back to back now Put the world on a sound You know party in the weekend Ain't got no motherfuckin' time The party on the weekend Tell Jello bring the juice We about to get lit Fill the room up with some tings One night off and this is it Always workin' overtime Overtime and not on time Shit is crazy back home It kills me that I'm not around I think we gettin' too deep Shit I'm talkin' might be too true Upstairs, I got Xans in a Advil bottle I don't take them shits, but you do So I got them for you I don't need the pills I'm just gon' have another drink And when I'm puttin' workin' on a weekend I look back on this and think How we had the club goin' up On a Tuesday Got your girl in the car, then she choose a Club goin' up on a Tuesday Got your girl in the car, then she choose a Club goin' up on a Tuesday Got your girl in the car, then she choose a Club goin' up on a Tuesday Got your girl in the car, then she choose a clown going out Walk it like a tucked, walk it like I tuck it Say that we been beefin', dawg, but you on your own First night, she gon' let me ****, cause we grown I hit her, gave her back to the city, she home That was that, so I can't be beefin' with no wack n***a Got no backbone, heard you livin' in a mansion And all your raps dope, but your ---- look like the trap On these Google Maps, though We been brothers since Versace band, though Woo, now I ain't ringin' like a Migo trap phone Woo, used to be with Vashti and Santos That's on Tommy Campos, we live like Sopranos And I walk it like I talk it, walk it, walk it like I talk it Walk it, walk it like I talk it, talk it, walk it like I talk it Woo, walk it like I talk it, walk it, walk it like I talk it Walk it, walk it like I talk it, talk it Walk it like I talk it, walk it, walk it like I talk it Walk it, walk it like I talk it, walk it like I talk it Talk it, **** it, like I talk it Ice style, no snows New Chanel, Saint Laurent Gucci bag, huh Life style, no snows Louis Vuitton Jimmy Choo, that's on you, huh Diamonds on my neck Posing tears Hopping out the jet Leers, fat bitches Getting wet, here Yes, don't call me till the checks Clear I got the game in a squeeze Who disagree? I wanna see one of y'all run up a V Yeah, two open seats We flyin' in seven and pack for the beach Yeah, keepin' a G, I told her don't wear no 350s round me Ice style No stylish No Chanel, Nike track Doing road with some waps And that's Capo in the back And that's Swo in the back Don't need Gucci on my back, TV Gucci got my back Don't know where y'all niggas at I been here, I been back In the Lala, where the sack? I need action, that's a fact Ice style, no stylish No Chanel, Saint Laurent Gucci bag, huh Life style, no snows Louis Vuitton Jimmy Choo, that's on you, huh Diamonds on my neck Posing tears Hopping out the jet Leers, fat bitches Getting wet, here She's in love with who I am Back in high school I used to bust it to the dance Now I hit that FBO with duffels in my hands I did half a Xan Thirteen hours till I land Had me out like a light, ayy, yeah Like a light, ayy, yeah Like a light, ayy, slept through the flight, ayy Not for the night, ayy 767, man, this ---- got double bedroom Man, I still got scores to settle Man, I crept down the block Made a right, yeah Cut the lights, yeah Pay the price, yeah Niggas think it's sweet It's on sight, yeah Nothing nice, yeah Baggage in my eyes Jesus Christ, yeah Checks over stripes, yeah That's what I like, yeah That's what we like, yeah Lost my respect, yeah You not a threat When I shoot my shot That ---- wetty like I'm Sheck See the shots that I took Wet like I'm Book, wet like I'm Lizzy I be spinning Valley Circle blocks Till I'm busy Like, where is he? No one seen him, I'm tryna clean him She's in love with who I am Back in high school I used to bust it to the dance Now I hit that FBO with duffels in my hands I did half a Xan Thirteen hours till I land You can't have me out like a light Like a light, like a light, like a light Yeah, past the doors of cellies Sending texts, ain't sending kites Yeah, he say, keep that on lock I say, you know this ---- is tight, yeah It's absolute, yeah, I'm back with boot LaFerrari to Jamba Juice Yeah, we back on the road They jumping off no parachute, yeah Shorty in the back, she say she working on her glutes, yeah Ain't bought a book, yeah It's how it look, yeah Bout to check, yeah Just check the fronts, yeah Pass this to my daughter, I'ma show her what it took Baby mama cover Forbes Got these other bitches shook, yeah Where your ass at, dawg? Niggas went deep Where your ass at, dawg? Bitches thin deep Where your ass at, dawg? Niggas try to run off Where your ass at, dawg? You made me put this gun out Where your ass at? Turned it out the store And we still very honest Blowing on the old, yeah, we call it ho Man, where your ass was at When we took the city over Where your ass was at when all that ass was supposed to hold her Where your ass was at When niggas first got the news Now your ass around because we paying back dues Where were you? When all the dawgs needed help Lawyers in that commissary ain't gon' pay itself Where your ass was at when we recorded in the bathroom Where your ass was at I take attendance like a classroom Man, I ain't got no choice Cause nowadays I swear This ---- done changed up for the boy I'm self-made, selfish with my women Self-employed, out by the neighbor's house If they complain about the noise, man Where your ass was at, dawg? When niggas wouldn't feed me Where your ass was at, dawg? When bitches didn't need me Where your ass was at last winter was the coldest **** where you was at, I had a six on my shoulder Where your ass was at, dawg? When niggas wouldn't feed me Where your ass was at, dawg? When bitches didn't need me Where your ass was at, dawg? When niggas tried to run off Where your ass was at, dawg? When niggas put a gun off Where your ass was at when all the trash niggas stole it Had to struggle to get it when I'm at a cell door Yeah, man, I stole niggas' pills Made hundreds, ****, blowin' on the road Yeah, we called it hoes, made a hundred I'd ride for my niggas, dawg I'd ride for my niggas I'd slide for my niggas, dawg I'd ride for my niggas It bothers me when the guards get to actin' like the broads Guess every team doesn't come complete with niggas like ours That's why I see no need to compete with niggas like y'all I just ask that when you see me, you speak up, nigga, that's all Don't be duckin' like you never wanted nothin' It's feelin' like rap changed, it was a time it was rugged Back when if a nigga reached, it was for the weapon Nowadays, niggas reach just to set a record Spaghetti bolognese in the polo lounge Me and my G from D.C., that's how I roll around Might look light, but we heavy, though You think Drake would put some ---- like that, you never know Million dollar meetings in the polo lounge Me and my man Oliver North, that's how I roll around Sure they wanna tell me secrets by the rap, nigga I tell that bitch it's more attractive when you hold it down Kobe bout to lose 150 M's Kobe my nigga, I hate it, had to be him Bitch, you wasn't with me shootin' in the gym Tell Lucy and I said, **** it, I'm tearin' holes in my budget Bag her like we in Publix and take her ass out in public Ordered her the filet, told her Butterfly, she'll love it She used to soda and nuggets, she really just tired thuggin' I'm just hittin' my pinnacle, you a pussy identical You like the fuckin' finish line, we can't wait to run into you But let me get my mind off that young rich ************ Gettin' mine off rap with my niggas I ride for my niggas, dawg I ride for my niggas I ride for my niggas, dawg I ride for my niggas Workin' on a weekend like usual Way off in the deep end like usual Niggas swear they passed us, they doin' too much Haven't done my taxes, I'm too turnt up Virgil got a paddock on my wrist goin' nuts Niggas caught me slippin' once, okay, so what? Someone hit your block up, I'll tell you if it was us Manor house in Rosewood, this ---- too plush Say my days a number, but I keep wakin' up Know you see my text, baby, please say somethin' Wine by the glass, your man a cheapskate, huh? Niggas gotta move up, my release day, huh? Bitch, this is fame, not clout I don't even know what that's about, watch your mouth Baby got an ego twice the size of the crib I can never tell a ----, it is what it is Said what I had to and did what I did Never turn my back on FBG, God forbid Virgil got a paddock on my wrist doin' front flips Givin' you my number, but don't hit me on no dumb ---- Workin' on a weekend like usual Way off in the deep end like usual Niggas swear they passed us, they doin' too much Haven't done my taxes, I'm too turnt up Virgil got a paddock on my wrist goin' nuts Niggas caught me slippin' once, okay, so what? Someone hit your block up, I'll tell you if it was us Manor house in Rosewood, this ---- too plush Last name ever, first name greatest Like a spring ankle, boy, ain't nothin' to play with Started off local, but thanks to all the haters I know G4 pilots on a first name basis In your city, faded off the brown, Nino She insist she got more class, we know Swimmin' in the money, come and find me, Nemo If I was at the club, you know I balled, chemo Dropped a mixtape, that ---- sounded like a album Who'da thought a country-wide tour be the outcome? Labels want my name beside a X like Malcolm Everybody got a deal, I did it without one, yeah Nigga, I'm about my business Killin' all these rappers, you would swear I had a hit list Everyone who doubted me is askin' for forgiveness If you ain't been a part of it, at least you got to witness Bitches It may not mean nothin' to y'all Understand nothin' was done for me So I don't plan on stoppin' at all I want this ---- forever, mine, ever, mine, ever, mine I shuttin' ---- down in the mall It's sellin' air, girl, she the one for me And I ain't even plannin' to call I want this ---- forever, mine, ever, mine, ever, mine So DJ Always knew women gotta keep a balance The girl of your dreams, to me, is probably not a challenge I've been counted out so many times, I couldn't count it Funny how now my accountant is havin' trouble tryin' to count it To the people that think that I owe you ---- Payback's a bitch and you know that ---- Y'all niggas gettin' too old for this Please don't think nobody notices I've been up four way too many days Y'all sleep enough for me anyway Y'all don't be doin' ---- anyway Y'all are not true to this anyway OVOE sayin' raps up, we might just get hit with the Rico Everyone home for the summer, so let's not do nothin' illegal I gon' make 50 million and I give some millions to my people They gon' go Tony Montana and cop them some shaggy DiFritos But they're from the wave fam, there's not much to say fam They told me to tell you, you men are some wastemans And stay in your place fam, my dad is from Memphis And I am the king, I should probably just move into Graceland Madonna's a ting I know and I'm the king of pop I'm buildin' never Neverland How he hate me when I never met the man, woo We might just get hit with the Rico Might just get hit with the Rico Back home smokin' legal I got more slaps than the Beatles Foreign ---- runnin' on diesel, dawg Playin' with my name, this ---- is lethal, dawg Don Corleone Trust me, at the top it isn't lonely Everybody actin' like they know me, dawg Don't just say it now, you gotta show me Bring the clip back empty You asked to see the boss, so they sent me, dawg I just broke her off with a ten piece, dawg That ain't nothin', I'm just bein' friendly, dawg It's just a lil' ten piece for just to blow it in the mall Doesn't mean that we involved, I just what, I just Put a Richard on the card, I ain't go playin' ball But I'll show you how the **** you gotta do it If you really wanna fall to your fall When your back against the wall And a bunch of niggas need you to go away Still goin' bad on them anyway Saw you last night, but did it all day Yeah, a lot of merc, caught me in a hallway But got a sticky and I keep it at my dawg's place Girl, I left it, love it, magic, now it's all shade Still goin' bad on you anyway I'm the only one that get the job done I don't know a nigga that could cover for me Yeah, got some game from my day So she might say she love me She don't love me like she say she love me Believe me, believe me I'm the nigga boy that love me in the street I'm not tryna find nobody else to beat I'm the one they come to see because they all Believe me, yeah, real, real It's been me and Young Toon off the rip That's the man that put me in the ---- If a nigga **** with him, I'll put him down quick Got a verse for anybody who won't talk about the clip I've been takin' ---- like y'all don't wanna hear me trip, goddamn Do y'all really know who y'all fuckin' with? Yeah, I mean, you can't blame me for wonderin' Doesn't matter, could be winter or the summer On the road, I do One Direction numbers, I don't fuckin' miss Yeah, Stunna and Magno When Wayne was gone for eight months, we put this thing up on our back And I was snappin' off on every single track, though Collect card from the boss, like, where we at, though? I was like, huh, it's our time, nigga He left Rikers in the Phantom, that's my nigga And I be rockin' with the team that caught a nine And we YMCA and be waitin' on somebody to try us, nigga Yeah, I'm the only one that get the job done I don't know a nigga that could cover for me Yeah, got some game from my day So she might say she love me, she don't love me like she said she love me Believe me, believe me I'm the nigga boy that love me in the street I'm not tryna find nobody else to be They couldn't see because they all Eight hundred-four times how it go down Slaps on deck for the whole town On Mamas, man, I did it with my own sound And I got my own city that I hold down Just admit it already You got plans to do it, boy, we did it already Got a couple DMs, I done slid in already Gotta ask YG if he hit it already Yeah, I'm a star like Moesha's nigga Runnin' up the numbers like Aisha's nigga Yeah, I be slidin', I be creepin', nigga Girls these days, they just don't know how to keep a nigga But I got it all handled They try to box me and I got my own angles, yeah I'ma spend the summer gettin' to the cake And I'ma wish a nigga would on every panda I'm like, please, please tell me why you always late Please tell me why you always late Please, please tell me why you always late Please tell me why you always late Please, please tell me why you always late Please tell me why you always late Please, please tell me why you always late Please tell me why you always late Fuckin' problems, I like to ****, I got a fuckin' problem I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem And yeah, I like the ****, I got a fuckin' problem If findin' somebody real is your fuckin' problem Bring your girls to the crib, maybe we can solve it Oh, I know you lovin' when this beat is on Make you think about all of the niggas you been leadin' on Make me think about all of the rappers I been feedin' on Got a feelin' that's the same dudes that we speakin' on Oh, word, ain't heard my album, who you sleepin' on? You should print the lyrics out and have a fuckin' read-along Ain't a fuckin' sing-along unless you brought the weed along And just, okay, I did And just drop down and get your ego on Or we can stare up at the stars and put the beaters on All the ---- you talkin' about is not up for discussion I will pay to make it bigger, I don't pay for no reduction If it's comin' from a nigga, I don't know, then I don't trust it If you comin' from my head, then ************, get to bussin' Yes, Lord, I don't really say this often But this long-dick nigga ain't for the long-talkin', not beats I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem And yeah, I like the ****, I got a fuckin' problem Love bad bitches that's my fuckin' problem And yeah I like to ****, I got a fuckin' problem I'm findin' somebody real, it's a fuckin' problem Bringin' girls to the crib, maybe we can solve it, ayy A-A-A-A-A-Axl DJ Bitch, who do you love? I got a shorty named Texas in She got a buddy named Young JB And now you know the deal We turnt up in the studio late night That's why the songs that you hear comin' real tight OVO crew, n***a, thought I told you If you a player in the game, they should hold you A man shot my n***a game, he just rolled through Eatin' crab out of Malibu and Nobu A lot of fools puttin' salt in the game Until these women get the notion that they runnin' the game They got money that they jumpin' on the pole to make Did the model, took a flight to the Golden State I'm the general, just makin' sure my soul just straight Had to leave my n***a home, he got an open case But I'm big on the West, like I'm big in the South So we gon' pay some people off, we gon' figure it out And my name too big, and my gang too big Young money ----, me and Lil Wayne too big I'ma crush that ass even if it ain't too big I would pinky swear, but my pinky ring too big Bitch, who do you love? Took n****s out the hood like I'm from there So you know it's all good when I come there I hear you talkin' bout your city like you're runnin' there Then I brought my tour to your city, you my son there N***a, but I had to come through for the remix All my Evan Dunner verses, they ain't weak ---- And if a n***a said my name, he the hot ---- But if I say that n***a name, he still the hot ---- Fucked up, lucky I don't fit into the gossip N****s act like they don't know, but they should know Yeah, I just think it's funny how they danglin' the bait But I'm the one that's killin' n****s on the hook, so And n****s ain't got a grill, still ice grill, hey I know y'all already know Mike Will made it Just lookin' at the numbers, n***a, I ain't feelin' amazin' I'll call Michael Jordan up and Mike Will make it I'm the young rap n***a with the melody Need to come to OVO for a better deal Snoop Mane ain't ---- once you get a meal And n****s say it's all good, I say you better feel, n***a, nah **** that, this year I'm talkin' big stuff Rollin' through the city like a young n***a bricked up **** n****s gon' be **** n****s That's why we never gave a **** when a **** n***a switched up