Drake, 21 Savage - Major Distribution lyrics
Drake [Aubrey Graham] Toronto, Ontario, Canada/U.S. 🇺🇸
21 Savage [Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph] Plaistow, London, U.K/Atlanta, GA, U.S. 🇬🇧 🇺🇸
[Drake, 21 Savage - Major Distribution lyrics]
No, no, no, no, no, no no, no, no, no, no
Major distribution, man, my label on my dick
For real
Fuckin' with your friend and she ain't
Tell you, y'all ain't shit, for real
I've been out here crushin' on
Success, now she my bitch, for real
You say I'm persuasive, girl, but
You can't spell that shit, for real
Hmm, hmm, in this mansion
I'm Macaulay Culkin
Paid in full, I'm Mekhi Phif'
Know you're tired
We just did dinner for three hours
Lyin' to me all night
Buyin' BM's Benzes out of spite
Paid a hundred, ran up somethin' light
Simple price to keep 'em out my life
Booby Trap, we need a business office
Magic City need a business office
Twenty-nine, I keep a business office
I'm in love with Houston, Dallas, Austin
Tell your guys to hold off on thе team chains
Seem like they may need monеy for coffins
Cuban girl, her family grind coffee
Text me on the signal, don't call me
Hmm, hmm, major distribution, labels call me
Bad Bunny numbers, it's a robbery
Five hundred million, just for Aubrey
Hmm, hmm, yeah
Major distribution how I pop it
Mention me to be the hottest topic
Same place you singin', bitch, you shoppin'
Okay, go stupid, go stupid
Go stupid, go stupid go stupid, go stupid
Okay, okay, go stupid, stupid
Go stupid, go stupid go stupid, go stupid
Go stupid, okay
Nigga tried to play this shit
Light, play it cool, play me like I'm sweet
Fuckin' on an opp nigga bitch
Say she miss the golds in my teeth
4L shit, know we steppin'
Y'all should get to funeral preparin'
SF90, this is not McLaren
Make an IG model run my errands
He gon' miss and we gon' spin his parents
Stayed in Houston long as Steve Francis
Shoot his feet, got him doin' dances
Wiggin' niggas like I played at Kansas
Ever seen somebody get shot? Lot of
Shit I seen before the top
I ain't tryna wrestle like The
Rock, fuck the trish
I'd rather sip the wock
Lot of things I do to stay alive
Everythin' except for call the cops
Savage still let his gun pop, FOX 5 gang
Get you knocked
Major distribution, labels callin'
Harry Styles numbers, it's a robbery
My niggas go in-Zayn to catch a
Body, we was face to face
You could've shot me
Okay, go stupid, go stupid
Go stupid, go stupid go stupid, go stupid
Okay, okay, go stupid, stupid
Go stupid, go stupid go stupid, go stupid
Go stupid, okay
Major distribution, man, my label on my dick
For real
Fuckin' with your friend and she ain't
Tell you, y'all ain't shit, for real
I've been out here crushin' on
Success, now she my bitch, for real
You say I'm persuasive, girl, but
You can't spell that shit, for real
Hmm, hmm, in this mansion
I'm Macaulay Culkin
Paid in full, I'm Mekhi Phif'
Know you're tired
We just did dinner for three hours
Lyin' to me all night
Buyin' BM's Benzes out of spite
Paid a hundred, ran up somethin' light
Simple price to keep 'em out my life
Booby Trap, we need a business office
Magic City need a business office
Twenty-nine, I keep a business office
I'm in love with Houston, Dallas, Austin
Tell your guys to hold off on thе team chains
Seem like they may need monеy for coffins
Cuban girl, her family grind coffee
Text me on the signal, don't call me
Hmm, hmm, major distribution, labels call me
Bad Bunny numbers, it's a robbery
Five hundred million, just for Aubrey
Hmm, hmm, yeah
Major distribution how I pop it
Mention me to be the hottest topic
Same place you singin', bitch, you shoppin'
Okay, go stupid, go stupid
Go stupid, go stupid go stupid, go stupid
Okay, okay, go stupid, stupid
Go stupid, go stupid go stupid, go stupid
Go stupid, okay
Nigga tried to play this shit
Light, play it cool, play me like I'm sweet
Fuckin' on an opp nigga bitch
Say she miss the golds in my teeth
4L shit, know we steppin'
Y'all should get to funeral preparin'
SF90, this is not McLaren
Make an IG model run my errands
He gon' miss and we gon' spin his parents
Stayed in Houston long as Steve Francis
Shoot his feet, got him doin' dances
Wiggin' niggas like I played at Kansas
Ever seen somebody get shot? Lot of
Shit I seen before the top
I ain't tryna wrestle like The
Rock, fuck the trish
I'd rather sip the wock
Lot of things I do to stay alive
Everythin' except for call the cops
Savage still let his gun pop, FOX 5 gang
Get you knocked
Major distribution, labels callin'
Harry Styles numbers, it's a robbery
My niggas go in-Zayn to catch a
Body, we was face to face
You could've shot me
Okay, go stupid, go stupid
Go stupid, go stupid go stupid, go stupid
Okay, okay, go stupid, stupid
Go stupid, go stupid go stupid, go stupid
Go stupid, okay