Easy to Please

[Intro: Drake]

Yeah, look

[Verse 1: Drake]

Me and Sos, we from two different walks of life

Mutually we understand there's a problem, we don't talk to vice

The watch is yellowy-green, that's some awkward ice

I never signed for a mill' but been offered twice

I'm awful nice, lyrics that I often write

Inspire no-talent rappers to get off the mic

And I could pick you up from work when you get off tonight

Drop you at the house soon as you get off the pipe, man

I flow so cool like autumn nights

When I body this, tell me if the coffin's light

But don't try and tell me that a dolphin's white

Mislead Drake, that is not at all polite

It's a shame 'cause that's how the biz goes

Imagine if these other niggas flop and his blows

Bet I get a co-sign somethin' like no time

They'll be tryna sub a nigga in like Quizno's

[Chorus: Richie Sosa & Drake]

All I need is some weight, my scale, some money for bail

A lil' booth at the club for the whole cartel

Nigga my drink, my smoke, a bird on E

And somethin' heavy on my waist man, I'm easy to please

I need my moms, my pa, a bottle of cliqua

The whole ATF you know who we are

My women, my money, and leave me the keys

Of somethin fast and I'm good man I'm easy to please

[Verse 2: Richie Sosa]

I never lived in a fancy house

I grew up where the guns pop and the child molesters pulled the candy out

So I never really had a chance to escape

Fast forward to '07, ain't nothin' much changed

The D still scope the crip

And the mics ain't really that much bigger than the roaches is

And told the same damn sad story, different publishin'

D boys jugglin', single mother strugglin'

The media try to cover it

But the Cottonelle two-ply in your neighbor's house, I'm on some other shit

Me and Drake from two different walks of life

But both understand the pressure from the sharks that bite

My left arm's like David Wells

My right arm's like Holliday, so I'm probably lookin' at eight to twelve

For just tossin' one of my close friends a bag of chips

Shit, I know they want me locked up

[Chorus: Richie Sosa & Drake]

All I need is some weight, my scale, some money for bail

A lil' booth at the club for the whole cartel

Nigga my drink, my smoke, a bird on E

And somethin' heavy on my waist man, I'm easy to please

I need my moms, my pa, a bottle of cliqua

The whole ATF you know who we are

My women, my money, and leave me the keys

Of somethin fast and I'm good man I'm easy to please