Pull Dat Cash Out / December lyrics

by

Drake


[Intro]
30, you a fool for this one
EarDrummers
Mike Will Made-It

[Chorus: Trouble]
Young n*gga ballin’ like Curry, b*tch keep stalkin’ my jewelry
Sixes all on the curb and know a young n*gga swervin’
All my young n*ggas lurkin’, b*tch get messy on purpose
With my b*tch she still flirtin’, what’s a di*k? That’s a thirty
I ain’t f*ckin’ wit no crab b*tch, baby pull that cash out huh
Pull that cash out, baby this your last shot
I ain’t f*ckin’ wit no pus*y n*gga, who gon' be tearin’ out?
You gon' be tearin’ out, you ain’t gon' bust nann shot

[Verse 1: Trouble]
I can’t believe these pus*y n*gga tryna beef about this hoe
This a freak, this ain’t ya hoe, you ain’t street boy, you’s a hoe
I was tryna find out how f*ck that he came through the hole
How the f*ck da spot got hot, found a leak went through ya hole
You been pillow talkin’ woe, real killa talkin’ cold
Real n*gga talkin’ codes, I say jigga, that’s a low
Got a jugga in DC, got fight that jigga off in court
So many jugg, I need a bankroll just like Hov
Send a bankroll, not these hoes (bankroll)
Rest easy Bankroll, still my bro (rest easy Bankroll)
Gotta stay on tippy toe (tip), goin this way way up on you hoes
Damn right off in this b*tch, I’ll put this K up on her bro
I was just tryna get money, you tryna fade the draco
[Chorus: Trouble]
Young n*gga ballin’ like Curry, b*tch keep stalkin’ my jewelry
Sixes all on the curb and know a young n*gga swervin’
All my young n*ggas lurkin’, b*tch get messy on purpose
With my b*tch she still flirtin’, what’s a di*k? That’s a thirty
I ain’t f*ckin’ wit no crab b*tch, baby pull that cash out huh
Pull that cash out, baby this your last shot
I ain’t f*ckin’ wit no pus*y n*gga, who gon' be tearin’ out?
You gon' be tearin’ out, you ain’t gon' bust nann shot

[Verse 2: Lil 1]
pus*y n*gga thought that he was mob, he just a mascot
Young Vito way, rookie of the year like Prescott
I got young killas, just like Curry, they don’t miss a shot
They don’t miss a shot, I send 'em straight up through ya spot
n*gga had da nerve to ask Lil’ 1 'bout a pus*y ass b*tch
That hoe don’t belong to me or you, that hoe belong straight to di*k
These hoes belong straight to di*k, I’ma young n*gga from the bricks (from the bricks)
Ain’t got feelings for a b*tch (no, no) unless she tryna get me rich (for real)
Money, power, respect though, pullin' up by the bankroll
Want some problems? Ain’t think so, want some smoke? Ain’t think so
Hangin' out with them dracos, walkin' up with them dracos
Mob for life that’s the way it goes, cross ya out that’s the way it go

[Chorus: Trouble]
Young n*gga ballin’ like Curry, b*tch keep stalkin’ my jewelry
Sixes all on the curb and know a young n*gga swervin’
All my young n*ggas lurkin’, b*tch get messy on purpose
With my b*tch she still flirtin’, what’s a di*k? That’s a thirty
I ain’t f*ckin’ wit no crab b*tch, baby pull that cash out huh
Pull that cash out, baby this your last shot
I ain’t f*ckin’ wit no pus*y n*gga, who gon' be tearin’ out?
You gon' be tearin’ out, you ain’t gon' bust nann shot, pus*y
"December" [Skit: Mike WiLL Made-It]
Ayo Troub, get at me bruh, it's Mike WiLL, I'm at the yo. It was me callin' from that 404 number man like. This my new number bruh, get at me, I'm at the yo
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