Drake – Pain 1993 Lyrics (feat. Playboi Carti)

[Intro: Drake]
(Yo, Pi’erre, yo, Pi’erre)
Ayy

[Chorus: Drake & Playboi Carti]
Ayy
Niggas ain’t gotta respect
Niggas just gotta accept
I put that top left
I love my crodie to death (Codeine)
Hype Williams, Lil’ X
If you don’t say it direct
Could give a f*ck, ayy, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Drake & Playboi Carti]
I put some ice on her hand
I let her take an advance
Shit wasn’t goin’ as planned
I put that shit in the van
She gotta move with her friend
Heard she went back to her man
Give a f*ck, ayy
I just put a Wagen in the driveway, you know I did
When I shoot my shot it’s the Kawhi way, it’s goin’ in
Me and lil’ Sicko sittin’ sideways breakin’ tens
Used to be an antisocial nigga, now I’m makin’ friends
I just got a mansion out in Turks and it’s a beachfront (Okay)
And she’s bringin’ four friends, I know I’ll hit at least one (Okay, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)
Got ’em all tannin’ by the pool and they greased up (Okay)
Police in my city, man, I keep they pockets greased up (Okay)
Me and Capo tryna leave our mark and peace the East up
Ain’t nobody makin’ too much money off the beef stuff (Okay)
But I beef a rapper ’cause I’m never with the sweet stuff
Shawty came from Mexico, she know she got the sweet stuff (Yeah, yeah, yeah, you know)

[Chorus: Drake & Playboi Carti]
Ayy (Beep, beep, beep)
Niggas ain’t gotta respect
Niggas just gotta accept (‘Cept)
I put that top left (Ayy)

I love my crodie to death (Codeine)
Hype Williams, Lil’ X (Beep)
If you don’t say it direct (Beep)
Could give a f*ck, ayy, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: Playboi Carti]
Racks all in my jeans and they Raf Simons (Racks in my jeans, okay)
Diamonds all in my teeth, I called up the dentist, yeah (Okay)
Got a Goyard bag, I threw them racks in it (My racks, yeah)
Every time I’m home, you know I whip the Bentley (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I just threw these bands in my car, yeah, yeah (Just threw these bands, uh)
Shawty just pulled up just to get f*cked (Shawty just pulled up)
I only want top, yeah, for sure (Only want top)
And I know I’m on top, but I want more (Okay)
Remember I used to sleep on the floor (With my, oh yeah)
Now every day I rock Christian Dior (Okay, Yohji)
Now every day I gotta pour me a four (Lean, lean, lean, lean)
Now every day I gotta pour me a four (Lean, lean, lean, lean, okay)
I spent a hundred K last night in New York (Yeah, yeah)
I spent a hundred K the next day, I was bored (Okay, okay, yeah)
That Lam’ truck got numbers on the board (Okay, get it)
Yeah, she keep textin’ my phone, I’ma ignore (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)

[Chorus: Drake & Playboi Carti]
Ayy (Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Niggas ain’t gotta respect
Niggas just gotta accept
I put that top left
I love my crodie to death (Codeine)
Hype Williams, Lil’ X
If you don’t say it directly
Could give a f*ck (Okay), ayy, yeah, yeah

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