Right Above It (feat. Drake)

Kane is in the building

Now tell me how you love it

You know you're at the top when only Heaven's right above it, we on

'Cause we on

Who else really tryna fuck with Hollywood Cole?

I'm with Marley G, bro

Flyin' Hollygrove chicks to my Hollywood shows

And I wanna tell you somethin' that you probably should know

This that Slumdog Millionaire Bollywood flow and uh

My real friends never hear it from me

Fake friends write the wrong answers on the mirror for me

That's why I pick and choose

I don't get shit confused

I got a small circle, I'm not with different crews

We walk the same path, but got on different shoes

Live in the same building, but we got different views

I got a couple cars I never get to use

Don't like my women single, I like my chicks in twos

And these days, all the girls is down to roll

I hit the strip club and all them bitches find a pole

Plus I been sippin' so this shit is movin' kinda slow

Just tell my girl to tell her friend that it's time to go

Now tell me how you love it

You know you at the top when only Heaven's right above it

We on, it's Young Money, motherfucker

If you ain't running with it, run from it, motherfucker

Alright, now somebody show some money in this bitch

And I got my B's with me like some honey in this bitch, ya dig

I got my gun in my boo purse

And I don't bust back because I shoot first

Meet me on the fresh train

Yes, I'm in the buildin', you just on the list of guest names

And all of my riders do not give a fuck, X-Games

Guns turn you boys into pussies, sex change

And I smoke till I got chest pains

And you **** know I rep my gang like Jessie James

Women are possessive and they wanna possess Wayne

I been fly so long I fell asleep on the fuckin' plane

Skinny pants and some Vans

Call me Triple A, get my advance in advance, amen

As the world spin and dance in my hands

Life is a beach, I'm just playin' in the sand

Ugh, wake up and smell the pussy

You **** can't see me, but never overlook me

I'm on the paper trail, and ain't no tellin' where it took me

Yeah, and I ain't a killer but don't push me

Now tell me how you love it

You know you at the top when only Heaven's right above it

We on, it's Young Money, motherfucker

If you ain't running with it, run from it, motherfucker

Alright, now somebody show some money in this bitch

And I got my B's with me like some honey in this bitch, ya dig

I got my gun in my boo purse

And I don't bust back because I shoot first

Ugh, how do you say what's never said?

Beautiful black woman, I bet that bitch look better red

Limpin' off tour 'cause I made more off my second leg

Motherfuckin' Birdman Junior, eleventh grade

Ball on automatic start

I can hand it to Drake or do a quarterback draw

Wildcat offense, check the paw prints

We in the buildin', you **** in apartments

Uh, now-now c'mon, be my blood donor

Flow so nice you ain't gotta put a rug on her

Do it big and let the small fall under that

Damn, where you stumbled at?

From where they make gumbo at?

Kane got the fuckin' beat jumpin' like a jumpin' jack

And you know me

I get on this bitch and have a heart attack

Hip-Hop, I'm the heart of that

****, nothin' short of that

President Carter, Young Money Democrat

Uh, now tell me how you love it

You know you at the top when only Heaven's right above it

We on, it's Young Money, motherfucker

If you ain't running with it, run from it, motherfucker

Alright, now somebody show some money in this bitch

And I got my B's with me like some honey in this bitch, ya dig

And I got my gun in my boo purse

And I don't bust back because I shoot first

We on

Young Mula, Young Mula, baby