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Boy Wonder

And C-O-S-S-O-M

 

[CHORUS] – Kevin Cossom

 

I get money, I get paper

I get girls, all different flavors

I buy Gucci, I buy Prada

I spend dollar after dollar [x2]

 

[VERSE] – Drake

 

Y’all don’t really like me

I can understand

My flow is sittin’ right inside the pocket of my pants

I’m still fly, you can’t float

Run this sh*t, Usain Bolt

I write your favorite records

All of you seein’ ghosts

Twenty-thousand for a verse is our routine quote

I’m gettin’ rich, all of you stayin’ broke

Chillin’ even if I’m in a goose-down coat

I can’t see you through the Mosley Tribes

So I don’t even flinch when you throw me high fives

They try to measure up

But there is no one my size

Whatever Forty smokin’ ’bout to lower my eyes

Beast mode on ’em

I never take a night off

Every single thing a n***a purchase is a write-off,

Grounded as the runway pavement

I’m takin’ flight off,

Baby go ahead and cut the light off

(‘Cause he’s about to go in)

 

[CHORUS] – Kevin Cossom

 

[VERSE] – Kevin Cossom

 

And I’m the rookie of the year

I’m ’bout to get my dough on

I’m about to take off

Baby you should hold on

But I ain’t about to prolong

I’ma keep it short

And tell you what’s about to go on

Bottle after bottle

‘Cause the money’s, like, so long

Biggest movie ever

We about to put a show on

I’ma show off, like I’m supposed to

You can get lost, I don’t know you

 

[VERSE] – Drake

I hear my phone ringin’ when you call

I ain’t pickin’ up or entertainin’ them at all

Got your girl face down, bangin’ on the wall

While you and all your homeboys hang at Lenox Mall

Hmm, hmm, hmm, I cannot relate

Ridin’ with some tags that I got from out of state

Ridin’ with a swag that I got from outer space

Just show me who’s the hottest

I’ma knock him out his place

Call me “Homicide Drizzy”

I’m ’bout to kill your ego

I’m about my green, puffin’ goody like I’m Cee-Lo

You can go and take a glance at your hero

While a Houston stripper pole-dances in the zero

Fantasy to you, reality to me

And, yeah, my G-Pass is as valid as can be

I’m so fresh, the stylist would agree

Wavin’ at your girl while she’s smilin’ back at me

 

[CHORUS] – Kevin Cossom

 

[FADE] – Kevin Cossom

 

Louie, too

Yeah, and Alexander McQueen

I’m so clean, so mean

It’s K.C. and Drizzy

And it’s the remix, remix

C-O-S-S-O-M

 

[End]

 

 

 

 

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