"On The Weekends I Feel Like Drake" lyrics

"On The Weekends I Feel Like Drake"

Big body bagger (Huh?), young toe-tagger
Draco hit you in the back, that's a soul smacker
Rolls-Royce, double R, open doors wide (Skrrt)
Pass the thing, my gun a dove how these bullets fly (Brrt, brrt)
Gangsta plugged him state to state, call it nationwide (Haha, what?)
If I call a bitch they slide, shh, somebody died
I been sittin' on a mill', no need no steady checks (Nah)
Shorty know I'm him (What?), watch you break neck (What)
She ask me what's my sign, baby, call me Himothy (Him)
I'm a one of one, fuck, there's no comparin' me
This a soul snatcher, you a poor bastard (Poor)
Both of us got a pole but I'ma up faster (Pop)
All these diamonds, need no light if they wanna dance (What?)
Like a ugly bitch clubbin' in the dark, they gleam (Haha)

I love to spin (What, what?), I love to win (Spin 'em, spin 'em)
I love counting big money with my twins
I like fast cars, keep 'em by the lot (Skrrt)
My Draco loud, do-do-do, gon' wake the block (Pop, pop)
I love to spin (What?), I love to win (Spin 'em)
I love counting big money with my twins
I like fast cars, keep 'em by the lot (Nyur)
My Draco loud, do-do-do, gon' wake the block (Pop)

Special ed, shorty, 'cause the chopper love to stutter
'Boutta open bank accounts 'cause my shoeboxes been cluttered
Call me Nicky Gordo, him (Him), bullets make him swim (Swim)
I feel like Kim K, weight ain't keepin' up with him (What?)
This be seven-figure stuntin' (Stuntin'), tired of opps, I'm gunnin' (Grrah)
Twenty on my ears, your PPP is what I'm droppin' (Trap)
Bad bitch clutchin' (Huh?), big bands poppin' (What?)
Double R sign be the only way I hop in (Skrrt)
Dump a hunnid on my neck and I'll make it right back
Drop a opp back-to-back, funeral is where they at (Spin 'em)

Hey, baby, it's Mr. Him (Him, baby)
Mr. Nicky Gordo, baby (Nicky Gordo, baby)
Fuck all the opps, baby (Fuck the opps)

I love to spin (What, what?), I love to win (Spin 'em, spin 'em)
I love counting big money with my twins
I like fast cars, keep 'em by the lot (Skrrt)
My Draco loud, do-do-do, gon' wake the block (Pop, pop)
I love to spin (What?), I love to win (Spin 'em)
I love counting big money with my twins
I like fast cars, keep 'em by the lot (Nyur)
My Draco loud, do-do-do, gon' wake the block (Pop)


Writer(s): Nicholas Voutsinas
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