8 POUNDS OF THE DRAKE

My pinky ring cost 12 racks
I done, I done tore up Fairfax
I walk around smokin' loud pack
I skrrt off in the Hellcat (Uh, yeah)
Gazelle shades on my face, but wait
I can drive a grape Wraith state-to-state, I skate late
As I change license plate
I-I-I was too early, but they thought I was late (Riff)
I-I-I-I can escape with eight pounds of the Drake in a Burberry briefcase
.38 on my waist, just in case
These losers confuse me with second place
D-d-don't misconstrue my fate
You a, you a featherweight, I-I-I'm a heavyweight
The diamonds on my Rollie face make you pump your brakes
The dark future of the human race
Got me hesitate to handshake with the cakes and fakes
The dark future of the human race, Riff
Uh, yeah, my pinky ring cost 12 racks
I-I-I done tore up Fairfax
I walk around smokin' loud pack
I skrrt off in the Hellcat
My pinky ring cost 12 racks
I done, I done tore up Fairfax
I walk around smokin' loud pack
I skrrt off in the Hellcat
Eight, eight, eight, eight
Eight pounds of the Drake in a Burberry briefcase
Eight pounds of the Drake in a Burberry briefcase
Eight pounds of the Drake—Burberry briefcase
Eight, eight, eight, eight
Eight pounds of the Drake in a Burberry briefcase
Eight pounds of the Drake in a Burberry briefcase
Eight pounds of the Drake—Burberry briefcase
Uh, yeah, my pinky ring cost 12 racks (I did that)
I-I-I done tore up Fairfax (I did that)
I walk around smokin' loud pack (I did that)
I skrrt off in the Hellcat (I did that)
My pinky ring cost 12 racks (I did that)
I done, I done tore up Fairfax (I did that)
I walk around smokin' loud pack (I did that)
I skrrt off in the Hellcat (I did that)