Drake - Up All Night Lyrics






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Up All Night Lyrics

[Verse 1: Drake]
Kush rolled
Glass full
I prefer the better things
Niggas with no money act like money isn't everything
I'm having a good time, they just tryna' ruin it
Shout out to the fact that I'm the youngest nigga doin' it
Cap on, brim bent, Denzel, Larry time
She ain't tryna' pop that shit for pimp? Okay well, never mind
I-I-I-I tried to told you, Drizzy still ain't nothing nice
Bracelet saying you should quit
Cars saying fuck ya life
Okay now we outta here
Toodles to you bitches
And if you dolled up
I got the voodoo for you bitches
Yeah, I'm busy gettin' rich, I don't want trouble
I made enough for two niggas boy stunt double
Famous like a drug that I've taken too much of
But I never ever trip
Just peace, happiness, and love
I got money in these jeans, so they fit me kinda snug
Plus the game is in my pocket, nigga this is what I does, ahh

[Chorus: Drake]
I'm about whatever man
Fuck what they be talkin' 'bout
They opinon doesn't count
We the only thing that matters (oooh)
So we do it how we do it
All up in your face man, I hate to put you through it
I be up all night
Whole crew's in here
'Cause I don't really know who I'm a lose this year (oooh)
Man I love my team
Man I love my team
I would die for them niggas (oooh)

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Yo, if Drizzy say "get her", I'm a get her
I got the kind of money make a broke bitch bitter
I got that kinda... wait, wait, fixate
Which bitch you know made a million off a mixtape?
That was just a keep sake
Bought the president
The louie presidential briefcase
Never been a cheapskate
We got the Hawks I ain't talking 'bout the peach state
Man for Petes sake scratch that, sweepstakes
(Hahahaha)
Fuck I look like hoe?
I look like yes and ya look like no
I'm a bad bitch I ain't never been a mixed breed
I'm on a diet but I'm doin' donuts in a six speed
M M M6 in front of M2
I see a lot of rap bitches on the menu
But I collect 100 thou at the venue
And pop bottles with' my team
Young Money 'til the death of me

[Chorus: Drake]
I'm about whatever man
Fuck what they be talkin' 'bout
They opinon doesn't count
We the only thing that matters (oooh)
So we do it how we do it
All up in your face man, I hate to put you through it
I be up all night
Whole crew's in here
'Cause I don't really know who I'm a lose this year (oooh)
Man I love my team
Man I love my team
I would die for them niggas (oooh)

[talking: Nicki Minaj]
I mean we don't even rock them shoes if it ain't got a comma on the price tag
I mean, I mean but then again who, who looks at the price tag, ya know?

[talking: Drake]
Oh yeah we in this bitch
Oww, oww, oww [x2]

[Chorus x2: Drake]
I'm about whatever man
Fuck what they be talkin' 'bout
They opinon doesn't count
We the only thing that matters (oooh)
So we do it how we do it
All up in your face man, I hate to put you through it
I be up all night
Whole crew's in here
'Cause I don't really know who I'm a lose this year (oooh)
Man I love my team
Man I love my team
I would die for them niggas (oooh)

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