Big Sean, Drake - Made lyrics
Big Seant [Sean Michael Leonard Anderson] Santa Monica, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
Drake [Aubrey Graham] Toronto, Ontario, Canada/U.S. 🇺🇸
[Big Sean, Drake - Made lyrics]
Low-key Peter Parker flow
Tell her bring some Ace of
Spades no sparklers though
Private flights no hassle I just park and go
I’m the highlight like when markers glow
O-o-o ooh, look what you created
Only got yourself to blame
I remember when you hated ooooh
Now you tell me take my time
How bout I just take your city
Make that muthaf-cker mine uh ha
I’m a underground king ho, I sit tall
I swang low the game ain't always fair and
Thats the thing though
You can play your heart out everyone
Don’t get a ring though
You are in the presence of a champion
Bout to get a condo that I
Can fit your mansion in
You always be calling her
She ain’t never answering
You ain’t figured out I am
The reason that she canceling
I be at the parties where you
Stuck outside and can’t come in
Call me Ron Burgundy y'all
The other anchormen
Whats on the news trick, gossiping bout music
Cause rumours I’m the new shit and
Guess what it’s true bitch
We made it we made it
We made it they hate it
They hate it they hate it
They hate it
I feel like we made it
But we ain't made enough it's so amazing
You woulda thought we made it up
Man I was made to be greater
Made for the grind made for the lights
Made for the shine
Ay look, I need less friends more bread
Less talk more head
Used to ride escorts now I get escorted
(do it)
I’m just waiting on my cue dog no pledge
Said she like all girls I
Turn that bitch co-ed
Threw on my track team handed my baton to her
Passed her blew her off, I chronic Veronica
Who got up on my nerves so
I had to platonic her
No that ain't my girl but
Every leader needs a Monica
I’m the head of my estate
Ain't that ironic huh
I want the baddest chick to treat
My stick like a thermometer
Ohh, I’m who they going ape shit over
I’m who your girlfriend acting like
She ain't shit over
See broads over niggas but
Business over broads
See business equals money and
Money’s over all
I’m tryna move my momma from
The ghettos to the meadows
Well she can’t stay in
That fucking hood forever, forever
Was made for that Mick Jagger shit
Baggage check and a chick
Fast girls, faster whip
Big chains master shit
Bitch I’m living everyday month yearly
Yell until you muthfuckers hear me
We made it
We made it we made it
We made it they hate it
They hate it they hate it
They hate it
Tell her bring some Ace of
Spades no sparklers though
Private flights no hassle I just park and go
I’m the highlight like when markers glow
O-o-o ooh, look what you created
Only got yourself to blame
I remember when you hated ooooh
Now you tell me take my time
How bout I just take your city
Make that muthaf-cker mine uh ha
I’m a underground king ho, I sit tall
I swang low the game ain't always fair and
Thats the thing though
You can play your heart out everyone
Don’t get a ring though
You are in the presence of a champion
Bout to get a condo that I
Can fit your mansion in
You always be calling her
She ain’t never answering
You ain’t figured out I am
The reason that she canceling
I be at the parties where you
Stuck outside and can’t come in
Call me Ron Burgundy y'all
The other anchormen
Whats on the news trick, gossiping bout music
Cause rumours I’m the new shit and
Guess what it’s true bitch
We made it we made it
We made it they hate it
They hate it they hate it
They hate it
I feel like we made it
But we ain't made enough it's so amazing
You woulda thought we made it up
Man I was made to be greater
Made for the grind made for the lights
Made for the shine
Ay look, I need less friends more bread
Less talk more head
Used to ride escorts now I get escorted
(do it)
I’m just waiting on my cue dog no pledge
Said she like all girls I
Turn that bitch co-ed
Threw on my track team handed my baton to her
Passed her blew her off, I chronic Veronica
Who got up on my nerves so
I had to platonic her
No that ain't my girl but
Every leader needs a Monica
I’m the head of my estate
Ain't that ironic huh
I want the baddest chick to treat
My stick like a thermometer
Ohh, I’m who they going ape shit over
I’m who your girlfriend acting like
She ain't shit over
See broads over niggas but
Business over broads
See business equals money and
Money’s over all
I’m tryna move my momma from
The ghettos to the meadows
Well she can’t stay in
That fucking hood forever, forever
Was made for that Mick Jagger shit
Baggage check and a chick
Fast girls, faster whip
Big chains master shit
Bitch I’m living everyday month yearly
Yell until you muthfuckers hear me
We made it
We made it we made it
We made it they hate it
They hate it they hate it
They hate it