Big Mood

[Verse 1: Drake] Wisdom tooth, got Perc' in my system I've been buyin' Birkins in rhythm Save 'em for my wife when I get her Right now, not the season for givin' Bossin' up the city, that's a big mood Niggas we don't even fuck with gettin' Ms too But just know we could cut that off again too Sparkle up the wrist, now that's a big mood, ayy [Chorus: Drake] Things going my way, big mood Exotic up the driveway, big mood Double up the contract, big mood If we don't have no contact, then we ain't cool Had to hit up Jimmy, hit up Mike and tell 'em double Triple, double, Chubbs is hoodied up, I feel like Russell Baka, he a star, but still around to burst a bubble Bitch, you crazy, don't pull up at 3 AM to cuddle [Verse 2: Drake] 'Member when I used to go to clubs and pay the cover Bitch, this not Fugazi, but my neck still changin' color You haven't found another 'cause there ain't another I break down a hunnid bag and give it to my cousin, ayy Cash veil, I got bands still like a boss All they do it PR double-E me like I'm Dolph They say "holy" when they see the chain, that's not a cross Put the owl on it, you can never take it off [Verse 3: Future] Wisdom tooth, I'm pimpin' like Goldie Brand new Phantom cost me ten Rollies I've been buyin' rings like I'm Kobe (Pluto) Fuck Trump, that's for my woadies (Gang, gang) Bossin' up the gang, that's a big mood Niggas we don't fuck with get them bags too I think you should know you can get wacked too Pinkie ring splash like a swimmin' pool King Pluto, might as well nail me to the cross All I do is run my bands up like I don't walk I get boosey in the Lamborghini, wear me out Cash veil, I get racks still, fuck the law Presidential suite filled with berky Wisdom tooth got Mollies and Perkies Fuckin' with my gang, gon' get murdered Shout out to my city, they murder All-all I did was boss up the city, that's my fault You not touched a hunnid Ms, I don't wanna talk Catch your mouth, you're talkin' too basic We put your BM in rotation Shit, niggas woulda did the same thing if it was me King Pluto, I gave all my exes to the streets King Pluto, I got pink diamonds on my teeth King weddin' ring on my pinkie too I got slimes with me, they got sticks too I got nine bitches, I got fifty coupes I got nine main bitches, I got fifty coupes They say "holy" when they see my chain, it's not a cross [Chorus: Drake] Ay, things going my way, big mood Exotic up the driveway, big mood Double up the contract, big mood If we don't have no contact, then we ain't cool Had to hit up Jimmy, hit up Mike and tell 'em double Triple, double, Chubbs is hoodied up, I feel like Russell Baka, he a star, but still around to burst a bubble Bitch, you crazy, don't pull up at 3 AM to cuddle [Outro: Drake] 'Member when I used to go to clubs and pay the cover Bitch, this not Fugazi, but my neck still changin' color You haven't found another 'cause there ain't another I break down a hunnid bag and give it to my cousin, ayy