[Verse 1: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
Girl this summer, you'll be looking for (Yeah)
You’ll be looking for me while I’m riding in
That brand new whip you wanted (Ooh, yeah yeah)
All I ever asked for was patience (That's all I ever asked and you know it)
Patience and pussy but mostly patience (Yeah, yeah 'cause you gon' use it anyway)
Swear I used to keep you faded
Now you're waiting for something better
But girl what's better than this? (Ooh)
We were supposed to do big things (Do big things)
Now you're waiting for something better
But girl, what's better than this?
[Hook: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
Popping champagne over here
Girl it ain't a thang over here
Throwing money fast over here
Blowing all this cash over here (Yeah)
Popping champagne over here (Oh yeah)
Girl it ain't a thang over here (Oh yeah)
Throwing money fast over here (Oh yeah)
Blowing all this cash over here (Oh yeah)
On this side
[Verse 2: Drake]
Me and my niggas bucking head first
You supposed to be there when my head hurt
Used to be going out hardly, now we wanna party
Celebration on me, well what's up
Pay homage, I roll through the city like young Sheikh Mohammed
It can't be that hard to find us
Go to Jungle, pick up my Ethiopian goddess
That's when words spread, a Bugatti is in the projects
The boy home, used to take the bus to the block
Now summertime whips come through and bust up the block
I remember seeing Nikk's having to bust up a block
And sell the work right to hush, y'all niggas must have forgot
But I was there Nas don shit, a couple things sit on my conscience
With that said, look at all we accomplished
Yea, sure this ain't Compton but this ain't a fairytale land neither
We all lost mad people, the city wild
They gave the task to a purposeful child
Verses start to get a little more personal now
But that’s cause everybody else sound is so played out though
Oliver North in the cut Dolce'd out though
A thousand dollar bottle it get poured straight out though
I'm screaming OVO on the whole way out though
I'm back boy for real, I'm that boy for real
I got hits nigga, you just a batboy for real
Backwoods get peeled, I smoke away all the tears
Nothing was the same man, including y'all careers
The new Cash Money, the new Roc-A-Fella
Bunch of young rich niggas, turn around if you jealous boy
Girl this summer, you'll be looking for (Yeah)
You’ll be looking for me while I’m riding in
That brand new whip you wanted (Ooh, yeah yeah)
All I ever asked for was patience (That's all I ever asked and you know it)
Patience and pussy but mostly patience (Yeah, yeah 'cause you gon' use it anyway)
Swear I used to keep you faded
Now you're waiting for something better
But girl what's better than this? (Ooh)
We were supposed to do big things (Do big things)
Now you're waiting for something better
But girl, what's better than this?
[Hook: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
Popping champagne over here
Girl it ain't a thang over here
Throwing money fast over here
Blowing all this cash over here (Yeah)
Popping champagne over here (Oh yeah)
Girl it ain't a thang over here (Oh yeah)
Throwing money fast over here (Oh yeah)
Blowing all this cash over here (Oh yeah)
On this side
[Verse 2: Drake]
Me and my niggas bucking head first
You supposed to be there when my head hurt
Used to be going out hardly, now we wanna party
Celebration on me, well what's up
Pay homage, I roll through the city like young Sheikh Mohammed
It can't be that hard to find us
Go to Jungle, pick up my Ethiopian goddess
That's when words spread, a Bugatti is in the projects
The boy home, used to take the bus to the block
Now summertime whips come through and bust up the block
I remember seeing Nikk's having to bust up a block
And sell the work right to hush, y'all niggas must have forgot
But I was there Nas don shit, a couple things sit on my conscience
With that said, look at all we accomplished
Yea, sure this ain't Compton but this ain't a fairytale land neither
We all lost mad people, the city wild
They gave the task to a purposeful child
Verses start to get a little more personal now
But that’s cause everybody else sound is so played out though
Oliver North in the cut Dolce'd out though
A thousand dollar bottle it get poured straight out though
I'm screaming OVO on the whole way out though
I'm back boy for real, I'm that boy for real
I got hits nigga, you just a batboy for real
Backwoods get peeled, I smoke away all the tears
Nothing was the same man, including y'all careers
The new Cash Money, the new Roc-A-Fella
Bunch of young rich niggas, turn around if you jealous boy
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