Schemin Up (feat. Drake and P. Reign)

Reps up, OVO, you already-
 All my niggas so hungry, man they just eat what they kill
 I like convertible Bentleys and houses deep in the Hills
 I might tell the whole crew come through
 My squad gotta roll through come through
 Tell the young high school kids keep dreamin'
 Because they sure do come true
 Then I say: this that fuckin' mob shit, this that fuckin' player shit
 This that shake a bottle up and bust the top and spray the shit
 Bitches gettin' dugout like where all the fuckin' players sit
 And like you just got traded
 Girl you don't know who you're playin' with
 Oh yeah, oh yeah, my sound is what up right now
 I've been down, but I'm up right now
 Nigga been backstrokin' and breaststrokin'
 Through that lane that you left open
 Man I don't give a fuck right now
 Let a nigga swim in the pussy on the low
 'Bout to go drown in the cup right now, holla at me
 Yeah, I got two tings comin' through
 And they do whatever I want 'em to
 Yeah, we call that schemin' up
 We call that schemin' up, we call that schemin' up foreal
 I used to drive the Acura to school
 Now I don't touch the wheel unless it's new
 Yeah, we call that schemin' up
 We call that schemin' up, we call that schemin up foreal
 Passin' up on pretty women everyday (We do that shit!)
 I like getting money I love getting paid (You knew that shit!)
 Bitches tell me that I look like 40 everyday (for sho)
 That's OK, I'll go and fuck them forty minutes straight (hey!)
 Hey, showing' up to 40 forty minutes late (alright, alright!)
 Just send forty to The H and put forty in the safe (alright, alright!)
 Damn, I got forty on my neck and wrist (right!)
 OVO Sound boy, got 40 on the mix (sound, mix!)
 Mix, all I do is mix (mix!)
 All my tings are mixed (mix!)
 And I make 'em mix (mix!)
 That means I make 'em kiss, I make 'em pop, I make 'em strip (alright, alright!)
 TOPSZN, I just sprinkle with my fingertips
 No Money Manziel, the game is at a stand still
 How am I the man still? How am I the man still?
 I might, I might call up Pam still
 Tell em bring a can still brr-brr-brr still
 Tell them bring the rider, get my roll on
 Big timer tingle get your roll on
 Tell them basic bitches they can hold on
 I'm at the Hazey in the lobby with my robe on
 Bring you to Habibiz, get your smoke on
 I been going Hamilton for so long, yeah
 This ain't a joke ting
 I want the whole thing
 I want my new ting, to meet my old ting
 Let them get well acquainted, let them get hella faded
 I'm halfway through the race and I'm already celebrating
 I'm on that Y shit, I'm back on my shit
 I ran the game so long I should be wearing Dri-FIT
 Oh yeah I'm poppin' again
 And it kills me to yell out free Baka again
 But free Baka again, and free Greezy one time
 Shout out Sammy and Peezy one time, you know what it is
 She's like "TOPSZN, is that a bad thing?"
 I'm like "I don't know, are you a bad ting?"
 Reps up tell anybody, OVO we ain't just anybody
 Flight risk on my right wrist, I been cookin' up to feed everybody
 I got a chick in one night about it, we'll fuck your bitch and then write about it
 Made a half a mil went and bought a choppa
 Cause nowadays you can't kill without it, BOW!
 We the stars, in the six, we the gods
 Found the guns I'll beat the charge, I left the court screaming "Fuck the law, these hoes and all!"
 I'm a star
 Like that steak nigga way too raw
 Run the streets I hate the beef cause I take that shit way too far, yeah
 OVO the clique, I told Drake when we were kids
 I'll ride with the 45 until the day we run the 6
 Tell them niggas don't play it, someone tell Flex drop a bomb cause we made it
 Hop on the jet and fly over to Haiti
 Just so you know I was high when I made this, Run up
 You know, you know, you know We call that schemin' up forreal
 We dreaming up
 TOPSZN we that new regime, we schemin' up
 OVO Sound, crank it up
 TOPSZN we that new regime, we schemin' up