Mike Will Made It & The Weeknd – Drinks On Us ft. Swae Lee & Future Lyrics

 

(Intro)
You know I been on now, then, and I’m next
Every year my year, you know I always wanna flex
Got a couple villains who can’t make it out the set
I’ll probably sneak a couple on this mother f**king jet

(Chorus – The Weeknd)
If you wanna go to the bar, drinks on us
If you wanna go to the bar, drinks on us
If you wanna go to the bar, drinks on us
If you wanna go to the bar, drinks on us

(Verse 1 – The Weeknd)
Bet you never seen my ni**a’s pull up to the spot
I just signed so many checks my wrist about to pop
If you ever talk about me when I’m not around
Your girl’ll probably tell me when I put it in her mouth
Put your wallet in your pocket b***h you playing
Even when I wasn’t on, I’m always paying
Went from hipsters, now it’s models and these singers
And my hair be growing like a f**king Saiyan
I popped a couple pills, I think that I’m Devante
I f**k a b***h from Lost and Found like every Monday
My jaw line so defined, I’m willing like I’m Gunplay
You see no white inside my eyes and it’s a fun day
But when I’m working, girl, I’m working for the millions
Girl, when I’m working, I be working for them billions
Why your hair down, I ain’t tricking, find another s**ker
These b***hes tryna make a living

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 2 – Swae Lee)
If ya’ll wanna hang out with the gangsters, ya’ll go head
I’m just gonna count a little mother f**king bread
If ya’ll wanna slither with the snakes, then ya’ll go head
I keep a pedicured lawn so them snakes, they will be dead
Tears of joy run down my cheeks onto the soil
I would trick off on your b**ch, but she ain’t loyal
Nothing but love for you ni**a’s riding with no tint
Grand total, five digits, make those hoes repent
Popped a couple pills, I feel like Johnny Mad Dog
I lost a couple friends, I’m tryna get these bands dog
You know we in this b***h, we throwing up them grands, ya’ll
And once we get that club, we bout to f**king go ham, ya’ll
My comrades want them mills, my comrades want them millions
My comrades want them bills, my comrades want them billions
My comrades want the trees, my comrades want them trillions
Yeah, we need more than racks, my comrades want them -illions

(Pre-Hook Swae Lee)
Been Provin’, you ain’t ever goin’ up
Every time you hit the club, you always f*** it up

(Repeat Chorus – Swae Lee)

(Verse 3 – Future)
Say my, say my, say my name
Twitching b***hes and I’m switching lanes
When they call last shot for alcohol, I just wanna take my last drink
I just wanna sip some clean purp
Hit the car lot and just made a purchase
I just realized that I am a star, cruising my coupe up the boulevard
None of my pictures are watermarked
Got more water than a waterboard
I be on it draped me up, ni–a
Yellow bone s**k my nuts, ni–a
She think it’s chocolate but she call me papi
Papi Chulo, I’ma get it popping
Got some red bottoms on a hotty thotty
Put them heels [?] knew karate
I just came in like a kamikaze
I just walk ’round like a zombie, daddy
I don’t like being in paddy wagons
So no remorse, I’m about the fetti
Had a few horses come by the telly
Eating each other, they get some credit
Got commas on commas, I’m really ready
I’m really bout to pour up on a jet
I would never mention ni**a’s names
Tell ni**a’s ni**a never did exist
Never ever been a thread
These ni**a’s never get enough attention
I just put the b***h on punishment
I’ve been hanging where the money been
I don’t know what type of love is this
Can you tell me where my dogs at?
Put a hollow in your ball cap
What type of ni**a you call that?
When I hang up on you, never call back
I’m a money counter, count my own money

(Pre Chorus & Chorus – Swae Lee)

(Outro – Swae Lee)
If ya’ll wanna hang out with the gangsters, ya’ll go head
I’m just gonna count a little mother f**king bread
If ya’ll wanna slither with the snakes, then ya’ll go head
I keep a pedicured lawn so them snakes, they will be dead.

 
 
 
 
 
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