Privileged Rappers Lyrics – Drake ft. 21 Savage

[Verse 1: Drake]
Woah, woah, yeah
Look at me dead in my eyes, I know that you know that a n!gga ain't lying
Too much respect, all of my shawty BDs, they know not to try it
Too much respect, I used to hand out CDs before they would buy it
Woah, she love me so much, it seem like she biased
N!ggas don't know how I live, but that's 'cause they live at the Hyatt, ayy
4L step team stepping on sh!t 'til it's quiet
He brought me the money sealed up, I still had to count it, I cannot just eye it

[Chorus: Drake]
Woah, woah, woah
Yeah, let's have sex in the bank, tеll 'em to open the safе
I hate a privileged rapper who don't even know what it take
The diamonds, they hit like a rainbow, that's 'cause the necklace a Frank (Purr)
Woah, woah, woah
Yeah, let's have sex in The Nines (Let's do it)
Breaking and bending her spine (Let's do it, let's do it)
I hate a privileged rapper that ain't had a hit since he signed (Let's do it)
N!ggas be full of excuses, act like they taking they time (For real, for real)

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Woah, woah, woah
Look at me dead in my eyes, you see all the times that I had to go slide (21)
Too many sticks, we go to war with whoever, ain't never been biased (Pu**y)
Too many sticks, how was they your opps and none of 'em died? (Pu**y)
Hold up (21), hold up (21), hold up (21)
Why you pull up at one in the morning and sit on the edge of the bed? (For what?)
Texting emojis, tongue out, eggplant, must've went over her head (21)
Catch him outside of the studio (Pu**y), make him repeat what he said (Pu**y, pu**y)
Yeah, yeah, let's have sex in the car (On God)
The Maybach came with a bar (21)
I'm wiping my d!ck with her bra (21, pew, pew, pew)
Sniped his ass, he got hit in the head from far (Pu**y)
Opps gets undivided attention, I give them my all (On God)
How you come over to the spot when you know it's your time of the month? (How?)
Make a diss and see how fast you go from the booth to a blunt (Pu**y)
She say she hungry, I gave her d!ck for brunch (On God)
Send me my whole fee, I don't do backends and fronts (21)

[Chorus: Drake]
No, no, no
Let's have sex in the bank, tell 'em to open the safe
I hate a privileged rapper who don't even know what it take
The diamonds, they hit like a rainbow, that's 'cause the necklace a Frank (Purr)
Woah, woah, woah
Yeah, let's have sex in The Nines (Let's do it)
Breaking and bending her spine (Let's do it, let's do it)
I hate a privileged rapper that ain't had a hit since he signed (Let's do it)
N!ggas be full of excuses, act like they taking they time (For real, for real)