[Drake]
I've been up for four days 
Getting money both ways 
Dirty and clean, I could use a glass of cold spades 
Rolexes, chauffeurs and low fades 
I keep thinking how young you can die from old age 
They always tell me nobody's working as hard as you 
And even though I laugh it off, man, it's probably [bad word] 
Cause while all of my closest friends out partying 
I'm just here making all the music that they party to 
But party on, party on, all night [bad word] 
I got these new rappers nervous prom night [bad word] 
I've grown tired of these [bad word] grown man liars 
Storytellers, they ain't even need a campfire 
Uh, but I just wanna tell the [bad word] 
Before one of these haters load a couple shells and shoot 
This [bad word] feel like when Fredro Starr was at Sunset Park 
Stuntin' hard in his yellow Goose 
Yeah, but I'm a ma [bad word]  missed target 
But a target nonetheless and I just started 
Was that directed at moi? Can't be 
They must be talking to themselves hoe, hands free 
Yeah, and I'm just filling up this daily planner 
Gettin' busy 'cause I'm a star, no spangled banner 
Jealous dudes get to talkin' in they music 
And I just say I wrote it for your girlfriends, Kelsey Grammar 
Yeah, that's what life [bad word] when you're doing you  [bad word] to Hollywood, don't let this [bad word] you, 
And if you pillow talking with the women that are screwin' you 
Just know that she gon' tell another [bad word] when she through wit' you 
Don't get impatient when it takes too long 
Drink it all even when it tastes too strong 
Yeah, I gotta feel alive, even if it kills me 
Promise to always give you me, the real me 
 [bad word] 
Who would have thought 
I'd be caught in this life? 
Let's celebrate with a toast 
And get lost in tonight 
And make it all light up 
(Hey, [bad word]  tell home girl to go to open that Ace right there), 
Wait until the sun goes down 
We gon' make this [bad word] light up 
Even when the sun goes down 
I'm gon' make this go 

[Jay-Z]
Ow, hoes turn they heads like, owls 
I'm the man of the hour 
Triple entendre, don't even ask me how 
Con Edison flow, I'm connected to a higher power 
Bright life'd make your whole city light up 
trillion-watt light bulb, when I'm in the nightclub 
I just landed in that G450 
Caught the Mayweather fight, 'cause the satellite was crispy 
(Uh) Y'all can miss me with that money talk 
The smart money's on Hov, [bad word] what the dummies talk 
I don't do too much blogging 
I [bad word] the town, I don't do too much joggin'
(Uh) I ain't got a scar yet 
'Cause you [bad word]  around with me and my dogs is far-fetched 
Drake, here is how they [bad word] at you 
Will silly raps feuds tryin' to distract you 
In disguise, in the form of a favor 
The Barzini me, watch for the traitors 
(Uh) I done seen it all, done it all 
That's why none of these dumb-dumb could dun him off 
The summer's ours, the winter too 
Top down in the winter, that's what winners do 
And to these niggas I'm like Windows 7 
You let 'em tell it, they swear that they invented you 
And since no good deed go unpunished 
I'm not as cool with niggas as I once was 
I once was, cool as The Fonz was 
But these bright lights turned me to a monster 
Sorry, mama, I promised it wouldn't change me 
But I would've went insane had I remained the same me  [bad word] niggas, [bad word] too 
All I got is this money, this'll do 
 [bad word]