[Intro] 

Whoo Kid

[Verse 1: Drake] 

Ayy  I could never be nobody number-one fan 

Your first number one, I had to put it in your hand 

You p***ies can't get booked outside America for nan' 

I'm out in Tokyo because I'm big in Japan 

I'm the hit maker y'all depend on 

Backstage, in my city, it was friend zone 

You won't ever take no chain off of us 

How the f**k you big steppin' with a size seven men's on? 

This the bark with the bite, n****, what's up? 

I know my picture on the wall when y'all cook up

Extortion, baby, whole career you been shook up 

'Cause Top told you drop and give me fifty like some push-ups, huh 

Your last one bricked, you really not on s**t 

They make excuses for you 'cause they hate to see me lit 

Pull your contract 'cause we gotta see the split 

The way you doin' splits, b***h, your pants might rip 

You better do that mother*****n' show inside the bity 

Maroon 5 need a verse, you better make it witty 

Then we need a verse for the Swifties 

Top say drop, you better drop and give 'em fifty 

Pipsqueak, pipe down You ain't in no big three, SZA got you wiped down 

Travis got you wiped down, Savage got you wiped down 

Like your label, boy, you in the scope right now 

And you gon' feel the aftermath of what I write down 

I'm at the top of the mountain, so you tight now 

Just to have this talk with your a**, I had to hike down 

Big difference 'tween Mike then and Mike now

What the f**k is this, a twenty-v-one, n****? 

What's a prince to a king? He a son, n****

Get more love in the city that you from, n**** 

Metro, shut  your h* a** up and make some drums, n****

Yeah, I'm the 6ix God, I'm the frontrunner 

Y'all n**** manager was Chubbs lil' blunt runner 

Claim the 6ix and you boys ain't even come from it 

Cash blowin' Abel bread, out here trickin' (Out here trickin')

S**t we do for b****es, he doin' for n****s (What the f**k?) 

Jets, whips, chains, wicked, wicked, wicked (Wicked, wicked)   

Spend it like you tryna f**k, boy, you trippin', boy, you trippin' 

Drizzy Chip n' Dale, probably got your b***h Chanel

I just got 'em done, boy, don't make me have to chip a nail 

Rolling Loud stage, y'all weren't turnt, that was slick as hell 

S**t'll probably change of your BM start to kiss and tell

Hugs and kisses, man, don't tell me 'bout no switches 

I'll be rockin' every f***in' chain I own next visit, ayy

I be with some bodyguards like Whitney 

Top say drop, your little midget a** better f***in'

[Chorus: Drake]

Ayy, better drop and give me fifty, ayy

Drop and give me fifty, drop and give me fifty, ayy 

N***** really got me out here talkin' like I'm 50, ayy

N***** really got me out here rappin' what I'm livin'

[Verse 2: Drake] 

I might take your latest girl and cuff her like I'm Ricky 

Can't believe he jumpin' in, this n**** turnin' fifty 

Every song that made it on the chart, he got from Drizzy 

Spend that lil' check you got and stay up out my business 

N****, shout out to the hooper that be bustin' out the griddy 

We know why you mad, n****, I ain't even trippin' 

All that lil' heartbroken Twitter s**t for b****es 

This is for all the top dogs, drop and give me fifty, drop, drop 

And that f***in' song y'all got did not start the beef with us 

This s**t been brewin' in a pot, now I'm heatin' up 

I don't care what Cole think, that Dot s**t was weak as f**k 

Champagne trippin' he is not f***in' easin' up 

N***a callin' Top to see if Top wanna peace it up

"Top, wanna peace it up? Top, wanna peace it up?"

Nah, p***y, now you on your own when you speakin' up

You done rolled deep to this, it's not f***kin' deep enough 

Beggin' Kai Cenat, boy, you noy f**kin' beatin' us 

Number-wise, I'm out of here, you not f**kin' creepin' up 

Money-wise, I'm out of here, you not f**kin' sneakin' up 

Cornball, your show money merch fee to us 

I'ma let you n****s work it out because I seen enough 

This ain't even everything I know, don't wake the demon up 

This ain't even everything I know, don't wake the demon up

Drop and give me fifty, all you f**k n****s teamin' up 

[Interlude: DJ Akademiks] 

What top five you smokin' on, Kendrick? 

[Outro: Drake] 

Mmm, mmm, yeah

Drop, drop, drop, drop

Drop a fifty bag for the mob in the spot

Drop a fifty bag, twenty-nine for the thot

Uh, I was really, really tryna keep it PG