Drake & Chill Lyrics

Is that real?
You pretended to be my friend
You made me do this

She been playing that Drake at night (she been playin')
She been playing that Drake at night (she been playin')
Oh man, oh, goddamn (goddamn)
Why I gotta hear this nigga again? (again)
She been playing that Drake at night (she been playin')
She been playing Bryson Tiller at night (she been playin')
Wish that we can Bryson Tiller and chill (goddamn)
But I got to get this money for real (damn, damn)

I don't want to be the man of your life
I just want to be your man for the night
If the pussy good, yeah, I'ma fuck it twice
She been cooking for me, talking Mrs right
She get mad I don't give a fuck it's like
Too many niggas down for us be wasted time
That's just bad timing girl you wildin'
Always thinking you know the answer
Girl, I swear you Andre Iguodala
Know I got the sauce like the restaurants and pasta
Put it in her mouth, woah, woah, watch your tonsil
Yeah her nigga always getting played like a console
Hit it in the morning and I'm moaning like Alonzo
Say a prayer before I hit like I hit the lotto
Panties on her feet, yeah, that's the only way that I know
Got to be cooler than that nigga Johnny Bravo
And never get big-headed like I'm hey Arnold

She been playing that Drake at night (she been playin')
She been playing that Drake at night (she been playin')
Oh man, oh, goddamn (goddamn)
Why I gotta hear this nigga again? (again)
She been playing that Drake at night (she been playin')
She been playing Bryson Tiller at night (she been playin')
Wish that we can Bryson Tiller and chill (goddamn)
But I got to get this money for real (damn, damn)