Drizzy (yeah)

Make it so fresh (Y-M)
So fly, so priceless (C-M-B, bitch)
Just another day on the top floor of the balcony, bitch
Live it how we live it, Mula, Drizzy
You what it is, young boy, I appreciate that, yeah
It's big money poppin', baby boy
Ain't none of that lil' bitty
More, mo-more milli, more, mo-more milli

Yeah, ostrich pearl white candy paint job fly
Big Tymer on the loose, got my bitch ridin' five
And every time I pull up (yeah), you know I'm iced up (iced up)
When I step up in the club, I light the bitch up (I light the bitch up)
Back on my saddle, blowin' purple out the truck
Candy paint rally stripe, bitch, shinin' like us
Pearly white Maybach, hatchback automatic straps
Stash spot under the rack, bitch, ready to spray that
Foreign grinds, hard times, getting mines, you know
Uptown, big time, doin' time, you know
Harley Davis, baby
Cash money is what pay me
So you pay me how it weigh, baby (how it weigh)
Black, gold, hundred mill off the floor
Never told, now you know how it go, bitch, one hundred

Yeah, billi
More, mo-more milli, more, mo-more milli
Mo-more, mo-more milli, milli
Hustle to the ceiling (one hundred)
Mo-more, mo-more milli
Hustle to the ceiling, hustle, hustle to the ceiling (yeah)

Look, you're now fuckin' with the most requested
The young nigga that everybody is so obsessed with
And black on black 62 float majestic
Me and Stunna in it, boy, I'm just so connected
Caught up in a popularity contest
'Bout to reach my dreams and I ain't even got my arms stretched,
Thank Me Later, first week, I'm takin' all bets
Because a million copies really isn't really far-fetched
Yeah, I keep credit cards and cash knots
I keep my darkest shades on until the flash stops
This for my LA girls getting them implants
And all my DC girls gettin' them ass shots
Got 'em for a reason, shorty, go ahead and buss it open
I keep a secret, baby, nothing's heard when nothing's spoken
Haters talk it like my buzz isn't enough promotion
And I just lost a Gucci sandal in the fuckin' ocean
Damn, I guess the problems of a teen star
Are all that fuels the conversations had between y'all
And dog, that's funny, pay me what you owe me, nigga
All cash money

Lil' bitty
More, mo-more milli, more, mo-more milli
Mo-more, mo-more milli, milli
Hustle to the ceiling with it
Mo-more, mo-more milli (yeah)
Hustle to the ceiling, hustle, hustle to the ceiling (okay)

Well, it's that big body nigga and his big body car
Got a big body boppa with that million dollar jaw
She said, "Daddy, I like sushi, so give it to me raw"
I pulled out my strap condom, looked at her and said "Nah"
Cigar full of Kush you need prescriptions to access
Laying on the mattress with your favorite actress
My blunt was going out, I said "Baby, pass the matches"
And let her top me off while I'm tappin' off the ashes
Classic, but classless, you gassed up, but gasless (butgasless)
Unleaded, yeah, Bun said it, nigga, get past it
Take in what you got, you should've passed it
You was moving slower that molasses, this time, you were nasty (uh)
Give it up to him, it's a jack, don't move
This is murder music, nigga, don't disturb this groove
2 Trill Ent, Cash Money and October's Own (Own)
We true playas down to the last chromosome

Lil' bitty
More, mo-more milli, more, mo-more milli (just like that)
Mo-more, mo-more milli, milli
Mo-more, mo-more milli, milli (life to priceless to not be fly)
Hustle to the ceiling, hustle, hustle to the ceiling
Lil' bitty
More, mo-more milli, more, mo-more milli (just like that)
Mo-more, mo-more milli, milli
Hustle to the ceiling with it, more, mo-more milli
Hustle to the ceiling, hustle, hustle to the ceiling

Copyright: BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Aubrey Drake Graham, Bernard Freeman, Bryan Williams, Curtis Mayfield, Matthew Samuels