Pop Style

Drake

[Intro: Drake]
 Yeah, yeah

[Hook: Drake]
 Dropped outta school now we dumb rich, dumb rich
 This sound like some forty-three-oh-one sh*t, one sh*t
 All my n*ggas wanna do is pop style, pop style
 Turn my birthday into a lifestyle, lifestyle

[Verse 1: Drake]
 Tell my mom I love her if I do not make it, do not make it
 Got so many chains they call me Chaining Tatum
 They do, they do
 And I like to finish what you think you started
 Man you boys just got to Hollywood, you boys just started
 You don't know what you just started
 All I do is hang with the young and heartless
 All this is for my family, man, I try my hardest
 It's all I ever did and look where it got him
 Yeah, you've been on my mind lately
 You've still got my number, girl you need to call me
 I feel like they wanna see me learn the hard way
 But you know I always handle that one my way
 Girl let me rock, rock, rock, rock, rock your body
 Justin Timberlake and then I hit the highway
 I can't trust no f*ckin' body
 They still out to get me cause they never got me

[Verse 2: Kanye West & Jay-Z (as The Throne)]
 They still out to get me, they don't get it
 I can not be got, and that's a given
 They like Pablo, "why are all the windows tinted on your Tahoe?"
 Why do you know every single b*tch that I know?
 Why can't you just shut your mouth and take the high road?
 F*ck if I know, that's that Chicago, aye
 South, south, side, that's the motto, aye
 Cop a crib and spend ten million on remodel
 Take the devils out my life and preach the gospel, cause I know
 We went way, way past the line of scrimmage, aye
 Throne is back up in it, aye
 In the field like Emmitt, aye, y'all get so offended, aye
 I be blacking out, I ain't backing out
 Jay about his business, and I'mma let you finish but I...
 I just, I just, I just, I just wanna rock your body
 Take you to the garage and do some karate
 Chop it, chop it, chop it, chop it sipping sake
 Throw a thick b*tch on a Kawasaki
 (Perfect)

[Hook: Drake]
 Dropped outta school now we dumb rich, dumb rich
 This sound like some forty-three-oh-one sh*t, one sh*t
 All my n*ggas wanna do is pop style, pop style
 Turn my birthday into a lifestyle, lifestyle