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Lyrics for Empire by DRAKE

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Ft. Rick Ross

(Intro)
I'ma tell you like this, nigga
(Verse: Rick Ross)
I got a hundred Gs on my line
I ain't eating Jacksons when I be in Overtown
Bitch I'm eating lavish, look up, ho, it's snowing now
I just throw the cabbage, J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League gon' hold it down
Got a odor there in the attic, that's a couple pounds
New Rolex that I ordered, that's a hundred thou'
Time to milk the game, bitch I went and bought a cow
My nigga GDK a goon, he'll gun ya down
Slid up on him with the stick, yeah and sat him down
My nigga Nut so slick, they ain't pat him down
I got a hundred niggas on my line
A hundred squares at a time, nigga, hold it down

(Hook: Rick Ross)
Addicted to money, addicted to chips
My hoe was gay, now she addicted to dick
Addicted to this, addicted to that
I'm getting them stacks, it's more addictive than crack
I'm addicted to money, addicted to chips
My hoe was gay, now she addicted to dick
Addicted to this, addicted to that
I'm getting them stacks, it's more addictive than crack
(Verse 2: Drake)
Alright my patience running thin
Olympic pools of money, I'm just glad I learned to swim
Cannonball, bitch, I hope yo divin' board's sturdy
And I hope when dinner's cold, my niggas do not desert me
Nah, but shit's all good
The deal got signed and my split's all good
And these haters pretending that it's all good
Say that shit in person, man I wish y'all would
I say ya lucky if yo father was a figure
Cuz my uncle was my father and my father was my nigga
And my mother so proud cause his son is getting bigger
I took time to load the bullets, now I'm 'bout to pull the trigger
Like boom, boom, boom, I'm a genius, god dammit
I ain't the type to murder ya, I'm more the type to plan it
So please take a seat if ya really can't stand it
Got success in my pocket and these rappers in a panic
But Skinny told me to do me
And don't listen to anybody that knew me
Cause to have known me
Would mean that there's a new me
And if ya think I changed in the slightest could of fooled me
And tell my city I'm the two-three
Drug dealers live vicariously through me
No bench time, nickname started Drake
Franchise player, I don't even get a water break
And these other lames is hardly mentioned
I bet that with this pen I could draw attention
But ya can tell by my strut
I'm just chilling in the cut, nigga what
And I'm feeling like

(Hook)
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