Lyrics

DRAKE – Empire ft. Rick Ross Lyrics

(Intro – Rick Ross)
I’ma tell you like this, ni**a

(Verse 1 – Rick Ross)
I got a hundred Gs on my line
I ain’t eating Jacksons when I be in Overtown
Bi**h I’m eating lavish, look up, ho, it’s snowing now
I just throw the cabbage, J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League gon hold it down
Got a odor there in the attic, that’s a couple pounds
New Rolex that I ordered, that’s a hundred though
Time to milk the game, b*tch I went and bought a cow
My ni**a GDK a goon, he’ll gun you down
Slid up on him with the stick, yeah and sat him down
My ni**a Nut so slick, they ain’t pat him down
I got a hundred ni**as on my line
A hundred squares at a time, ni**a, hold it down

(Chorus – Rick Ross)
Addicted to money, addicted to chips
My hoe was gay, now she addicted to d**k
Addicted to this, addicted to that
I’m getting them stacks, it’s more addictive than crack
I’m addicted to money, addicted to chips
My hoe was gay, now she addicted to d**k
Addicted to this, addicted to that
I’m getting them stacks, it’s more addictive than crack

(Verse 2 – Drake)
Alright my patience running thin
Olympic pools of money, I’m just glad I learned to swim
Cannonball, bi**h, I hope your diving board’s sturdy
And I hope when dinner’s cold, my ni**as do not desert me
Nah, but sh*t’s all good
The deal got signed and my split’s all good
And these haters pretending that it’s all good
Say that s**t in person, man I wish y’all would
I say you lucky if your father was a figure
Cause my uncle was my father and my father was my ni**a
And my mother so proud cause his son is getting bigger
I took time to load the bullets, now I’m bout to pull the trigger
Like boom, boom, boom, I’m a genius, god dammit
I ain’t the type to murder you, I’m more the type to plan it
So please take a seat if you really can’t stand it
Got success in my pocket and these rappers in a panic
But Skinny told me to do me
And don’t listen to anybody that knew me
Cause to have known me
Would mean that there’s a new me
And if you think I changed in the slightest could of fooled me
And tell my city I’m the two-three
Drug dealers live vicariously through me
No bench time, nickname started Drake
Franchise player, I don’t even get a water break
And these other lames is hardly mentioned
I bet that with this pen I could draw attention
But you can tell by my strut
I’m just chilling in the cut, ni**a what
And I’m feeling like

(Repeat Chorus)