Drake - Pain 1993 ft Playboi Carti lyrics

[Intro: Drake]

(Yo, Pi'erre, yo, Pi’erre)

Ayy

 

[Chorus: Drake & Playboi Carti]

Ayy

Niggas ain't gotta respect

Niggas just gotta accept

I put that top left

I love my crodie to death (Codeine)

Hype Williams, Lil X

If you don’t say it direct

Could give a fuck, ayy, yeah, yeah

 

[Verse 1: Drake & Playboi Carti]

I put some ice on her hand

I let her take an advance

Shit wasn't goin' as planned

I put that shit in the van

She gotta move with her friend

Heard she went back to her man

Give a fuck, ayy

I just put a Wagen in the driveway, you know I did

When I shoot my shot it's the Kawhi way, it's goin in

Me and lil' Sicko sittin sideways, breakin tens

Used to be an antisocial nigga, now I’m makin friends

I just got a mansion out in Turks and it’s a beachfront (Okay)

If she's bringin four friends, I know I'll hit at least one (Okay, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)

Got em all tannin by the pool and they greased up

Police in my city, man, I keep they pockets greased up (Okay)

Me and Capo tryna leave our mark and peace the East up

Ain't nobody makin too much money off the beef stuff (Okay)

But I beef a rapper cause I'm never with the sweet stuff

Shawty came from Mexico, she know she got the sweet stuff (Yeah, yeah, yeah, you know)

 

[Chorus: Drake & Playboi Carti]

Ayy (Beep, beep, beep)

Niggas ain't gotta respect

Niggas just gotta accept (Cept)

I put that top left (Ayy)

I love my crodie to death (Codeine)

Hype Williams, Lil X (Beep)

If you don't say it direct (Beep)

Could give a fuck, ayy, yeah, yeah

 

[Verse 2: Playboi Carti]

Racks all in my jeans and they Raf Simons (Racks in my jeans, okay)

Diamonds all in my teeth, I called up the dentist, yeah (Okay)

Got a Goyard bag, I threw them racks in it (My racks, yeah)

Every time I'm home, you know I whip the Bentley (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I just threw these pills in my cup, yeah, yeah (Just threw these pills, uh)

Shawty just pulled up just to get fucked (Shawty just pulled up)

But I only want top, yeah, for sure (Only want top)

And I know I'm on top, but I want more (Okay)

Remember I used to sleep on the floor (With my, oh yeah)

Now every day I rock Christian Dior (Okay, Yohji)

Now every day I gotta pour me a four (Lean, lean, lean, lean)

Now every day I gotta pour me a four (Lean, lean, lean, lean, okay)

I spent a hundred K last night in New York (Yeah, yeah)

I spent a hundred K the next day, I was bored (Okay, okay, yeah)

That Lam' truck got numbers on the board (Okay, get it)

Yeah, she keep textin my phone, I'ma ignore (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Yeah (Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)

 

[Chorus: Drake & Playboi Carti]

Ayy (Yeah)

Niggas ain't gotta respect

Niggas just gotta accept

I put that top left

I love my crodie to death (Codeine)

Hype Williams, Lil X

If you don't say it direct

Could give a fuck (Okay), ayy, yeah, yeah