It’s Up Drake (Ft. 21 Savage & Young Thug)

[Intro: Drake]
I love all my friends
Thinkin' about this life I provide for them
This world has some real things dividin' them
My right hand, he's Muslim, I'll die for him
My road manager is drunk as hell at 5 p.m.​
I get knocked down, they help me rise again
Ref 1 leave the game, I'm sayin' bye with him
Drake, turn this shit the fuck up

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I don't care about my opps (I don't care about my opps)
I don't care about my opps (I don't care about no opps)
I don't care about my opps (I don't care about no opp)
Yeah, take a pic (Take a pic), Richard Millie, no stopwatch (Let's go, uh-uh)
Take a pic of your lips gobblin' on my cock (Let's go, uh-uh, shit)
I don't care 'bout no motherfuckin' watch, nah (I don't care 'bout no, uh, nah)
I don't care 'bout no high-end thot (Nah, nah, nah)
Bitch, you just a (Bitch, you just a), bystander
Christian Dior pajama, Gucci up under, body number

[Post-Chorus: Drake]
I just picked up somethin' from Mercedes, it's a one of one
Black exterior the one that I want, red inside like that time of the month
Blood money, that's how I got this, blood money, that's how I got this
We can vacation wherever we want 'cause I don't care where none of my opps is