Penthouse Drakeo the Ruler & BlueBucksClan

[Intro]
(Thank you, Fizzle)
(Smoov, what's good, baby?)

[Verse 1: Drakeo the Ruler]
I'm finna beat him with a rose umbrella
Just made his hip hop but I rock out like Elvis Presley
Water on my neck, I could've bought ten jet skis
Killin' opps and drownin' niggas at the club is my pet peeve
I'm finna lift his top like a convertible
Arkansas? What's that, a boy band? I never heard of it
Just put a hole in one, I'm Tiger Woods, I'm a champion
We need fifty-thousand ones, do a backflip or somethin', bitch
Shit, we need all the gymnastics
Even think about my chains he gon' be doin' acrobatic flips
I'm off a bean with Jack and Jill
He said twenty-thousand dollars for a show? What's that gon' do?
Negative, I don't want it
You add forty-thousand more then we can talk about performances
Maybe I'll bring Drake through if you blow me
A shit talker, nicknamed me Mr. Mosley

[Verse 2]
Starin' on my wrist, I'm tryna figure this shit out
Neighbors keep complainin', all these bitches runnin' out
Nah, I ain't that ho, you just give me the porter house
I don't want the intercourse but I'm gon' need that motor mouth
Is your tryna top me? Best believe I will ask
It's your birthday? You got your hair done? You still trash
On my worst day I counted fifty-thousand, still mad
If it fit I gotta buy it, I don't check no price tag
Fuckin' all these niggas hoes, damn, I'm startin' to feel bad
Used to be a average Joe, now I'm signin' autographs
Skeletons up in my closet, never mind, it's just Amiris
Only righteous lil' niggas let us represent the city