[VERSE 1]
 This the record that my backpack underground fans get to get to skippin
 Back back, Southern town fans get to tippin
 Chasin fat [bad word] down grands and submission
 I don't back track, every single sound for me different
 I don't own no ice, just got clean rap
 Don't ever two step, I just rock, lean, snap
 We could take it out to Houston where the rides all glossed up
 Anybody I'm standin beside's all bossed up
 Burgular ? they say I'm servin them rhymers
 And me and Nickel go together like burgers and diners, yes
 I'm like a waiter and you something like a hater
 With trays in both hands, place an order I can cater uh
 I got the diamonds in my teeth flow
 Memphis is the reason that my rhyming and my *chopped voice* speech slow
 Peep though, I only got pity for you lames
 Sitting pretty in the game, in the city that I claim

 [bad word] 
 Yo, the city is mine (which one?)
 T-O-R-O-N-T-O
 D-R-A-K-that's me
 You know how the story goes
 Pull up, range rove, yo chick, wanna roll
 And I play myself in the stereo
 And I make 'em wanna 
 Shake shake it, drop it drop it, bounce it bounce it, [bad word] it [bad word] it
 Girl, move that thang like you gettin money for college, go!
 Shake shake it, drop it drop it, bounce it bounce it, [bad word] it [bad word] it
 Girl, move that thang like you gettin money for college, go!

[VERSE 2]
 Break it down like you working for your tuition at Howard
 Mama, get it how you live, that thang that you working is power
 Tryna be generous, so honey here's a tip
 Now-a-days it's gettin cheaper to put 20's on the whip
 So if you a opportunist look for 20's in the clip
 And if you find 'em attractive and funny, that's when you dip, dip
 And it's a trip, my city broke into sections
 Up North I got me a couple of troubles, couple connections
 And it's nothing that I created on purpose, there's people that gotta problem
 But they scared to let it surface, uh
 Ya boy say this, that, and the third to 'em
 See me out and they never utter a word to 'em
 Expect me not to draw a card from the deck
 Anybody in my city going hard I respect but,
 You gotta debt and you choose not to pay that
 Imma hop ya [bad word] into your yard and collect, lect uh
 It ain't a problem of concern [bad word]  I always end up with exactly what I earn [bad word] 
 This ain't last year, money like a cashier, so hand your receipt if you tryna make a return [bad word] 
 Yessir, I live in a city where a lot of people don't get shine, shine
 And, I be on by the fence as soon as anybody stepping out of line, line
 And I got way too much love, for the city I can never get too much of
 And if anybody hatin on me, I deport 'em, the city is mine boy

 [bad word] 
 Yo, the city is mine (which one?)
 T-O-R-O-N-T-O
 D-R-A-K-that's me
 You know how the story goes
 Pull up, range rove, yo chick, wanna roll
 And I play myself in the stereo
 And I make 'em wanna 
 Shake shake it, drop it drop it, bounce it bounce it, [bad word] it [bad word] it
 Girl, move that thang like you gettin money for college, go!
 Shake shake it, drop it drop it, bounce it bounce it, [bad word] it [bad word] it
 Girl, move that thang like you gettin money for college, go!

 Break it down, break it break it down
 Break it down, break it break it down
 Break it down, break it break it down
 Break it down, break it break it down
 Break it down