Pop Style (Explicit) - Drake

Lyrics by：N. Shebib/Adam Feeney/Rupert Thomas Jr/Shawn Carter/Kanye West/Matthew Samuels/Aubrey Graham

Composed by：N. Shebib/Adam Feeney/Rupert Thomas Jr/Shawn Carter/Kanye West/Matthew Samuels/Aubrey Graham

Arranged by：Sevn Thomas

Produced by：Sevn Thomas/Frank Dukes/Boi-1da/Noah"40" Shebib

Yeah yeah

Dropped outta school now we dumb rich dumb rich

This sound like some forty-three-oh-one **** one ****

All my niggas wanna do is pop style pop style

Turn my birthday into a lifestyle lifestyle

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 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 ******* body

They're still out to get me 'cause they never got me

They're still out to get me I don't get it

I can not be gotten and that's a given

Yeah

Give a real nigga the number one

Even though I got like twenty-one

Cannot be me I'm a one-of-one

Schooling your a*s like 101

They been out here tryna slide on me

They been out here telling lies on me

Everybody looking out for themselves

But they still got their eyes on me

See me putting in the hard work now ay

Momma doesn't have to call work now ay

I decide when I start work now ay

Problems hit the gym they all work out

MVP MVP oh nine all the way to sixteen

Even next season looking like a breeze

Lot of y'all ain't built for the league yeah

Trade you off the team while you're in your sleep yeah

Y'all showed me that nothing's guaranteed

And you don't know what you started

My friend's chain so big that he look like the artist

I can't trust no ******* body

They're still out to get me 'cause they never got me

Dropped outta school now we dumb rich dumb rich

This sound like some forty-three-oh-one **** one ****

All my niggas wanna do is pop style pop style

Turn my birthday into a lifestyle lifestyle