On "Pop Style"

[Verse 1: Drake]

Yeah, yeah

Dropped outta school now we dumb rich (dumb rich)

This sound like some forty-three-oh-one shit (one shit)

All my niggas wanna do is pop style (pop style)

Turn my birthday into a lifestyle (lifestyle)

[Verse 2: Kanye]

They like Pablo why are all the windows tinted on your Tahoe?

Why do you know every single bitch that I know?

Why can't you just shut your mouth and take the high road?

Fuck if I know, that's that Chicago, (aye)

South, south, side, that's the motto, (aye)

Cop a crib and spend ten million on remodel

Take the devils out my life and preach the gospel, cause I know

We went way, way past the line of scrimmage, aye

Throne is back up in it, aye

In the field like Emmitt, aye, y'all get so offended, aye

I be blacking out, I ain't backing out

Jay about his business, and I'mma let you finish but I

I just, I just, I just, I just wanna rock your body

Take you to the garage and do some karate

Chop it, chop it, chop it, chop it sipping sake

Throw a thick bitch on a Kawasaki

(Perfect)