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[Verse 1: Drake] I said "Tell me what's really going on?
" "Drizzy back up in this thing I'm ready, what's happening?
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Taylor doubted that her client could relate to someone who had grown up black and poor in the South Bronx. A month prior, faced with about ,000 in unpaid tuition and overdue bills, Taylor and her roommate typed "tuition," "debt," and "money for school" into Google. Intrigued by the promise of what the site billed as a "college tuition sugar daddy," Taylor created a "sugar baby" profile and eventually connected with the man from Greenwich." Gone for surgery but now I'm back again I'm 'bout my paper like a motherfucking scratch-and-win World Series attitude, champagne bottle life Nothing ever changes so tonight is like tomorrow night I will have a model wife, your bitch is as hot as ice Every time you see me I look like I hit the lotto twice (Drake, you got 'em right?) Yeah, I got 'em Bun I love myself cause I swear their life is just not as fun Neeks got the weed, Hush got a gun CJ got my credit cards and a lot of ones Yeah, I'm in the city of the purple Sprite Someone tell Maliah I'm on fire, she should work tonight Call up King of Diamonds And tell Chyna it'd be worth the flight I'll be at my table stacking dollars to the perfect height Work something, twerk something, basis She just tryna make it so she's right here getting naked I don't judge her, I don't judge her—but I could never love her Cause to her I'm just a rapper And soon she'll have met another That's why me and Lil Jaz 'bout to spaz, can you keep up?I'm just feeling sorry for whoever got to sweep up Yeah bills everywhere, trill everything And Drake just stands for "Do Right And Kill Everything" I love Nicki Minaj, I told her I'd admit it I hope one day we get married just to say we fucking did it And girl I'm fucking serious, I'm with it if you with it Cause your verses turn me on and your pants are mighty fitted Ugh, damn, I think you caught me in a moment Like I catch 'em stealing flows cause I swear I never loaned it And life ain't a rehearsal, the camera's always rolling So come and get a portion of this money that we be blowing Cause it's on...
[Hook: Drake] Yeah, girl it's on You know what it is when I finally make it home I just hope that you miss me a little when I'm gone Yeah I just hope that you miss me a little when I'm gone And you just tell me what you down for, anything you down for I know things have changed, know I used to be around more But you should miss a little when I'm gone I just hope that you miss me a little when I'm gone, gone [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Ooh shit, motherfucker, goddamn Kicking bitches out the condo like Pam Getting money every day, I'm a groundhog 'bout to scoop your girl up like a ground ball I walk light so I don't piss the ground off Man I swear my bitches do it 'til they suck the brown off Ugh, that's nasty—yes I am Weezy but I ain't asthmatic James Bond cologne, honey I put on Make 'em run and tell their friends like a marathon Voice baritone, haters carry on Beat the pussy up, call me Larry Holmes Young Money's Jerry Sloan, I turn every stone When she masturbates to me, that's how she learn every song To women I condone better write me when I'm gone No I'm not that thuggish not that ruggish but I do pack Bone Uh, I'm a love machine And I won't work for nobody but you It's only me and her cause the Bugatti a coupe It's Blood gang, slime but I parlay with Snoop I ain't lying I shoot, you don't need signs for proof Turn you to a vegetable like you lying in soup And when I'm in the booth, bitch, the lion is loose Man I got so many styles I am a group Damn, I'll be gone 'til November But fuck it I ain't tripping, I know Drizzy gonna kill 'em I'm sticking to the script like lint on denim Mama said if the rules ain't bent, don't bend 'em Real nigga talking, shut the fuck up, ho Gotta do it one time for Haiti, what up, Zo?Taylor, a 22-year-old student at Hunter College, had confided in her roommate about the trip and they agreed to swap text messages during the day to make sure she was safe.