Money to Blow Birdman (Ft. Drake & Lil Wayne)

[Intro: Birdman & Drake]
Richer than the richest (Yeah)
More money, bitches
Coming to you live from (Haha)
The city of Houstatlantavegas
So what it do, young nigga? One hundred

[Verse 1: Drake]
I am on a 24-hour champagne diet
Spilling while I'm sipping—I encourage you to try it
I'm probably just saying that 'cause I don't have to buy it
The club owner supply it; boy, I'm on that fly shit
I am what everybody in my past don't want me to be
Guess what? I made it, I'm the motherfuckin' man
I just want you to see—come take a look
Get a load of this nigga, quit fronting on me
Don't come around and try and gas me up, I like running on E
I, I, I, I'm on my Disney shit: Goofy flow
On records, I'm Captain Hook, and my new car is Rufio
Damn, where my roof just go? I'm somebody that you should know
Get to shaking something, 'cause that's what Drumma produced it for
Yes, I make mistakes that I don't ever make excuses for
Like leaving girls that love me and constantly seducing hoes
I'm losing my thoughts—I said, "Damn, where my roof just go?"
Top slipped off like Janet at the Super Bowl—I got 'em