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The Weeknd

Genres: Electronic

Drinks On Us Lyrics - The Weeknd

You know I been on now, then, and I'm next 

Every year my year, you know I always wanna flex 

Got a couple villains who can't make it out the set 

I'll probably sneak a couple on this motherfuckin' jet (XO) 

 

If you wanna go to the bar, drinks on us 

If you wanna go to the bar, drinks on us 

If you wanna go to the bar, drinks on us 

 

If you wanna go to the bar, drinks on us 

 

Bet you never see my niggas pull up to the spot 

I just signed so many checks my wrist about to pop 

If you ever talk about me when I'm not around 

Your girl'll probably tell me when I put it in her mouth 

Put your wallet in your pocket, bitch you playing 

Even when I wasn't on, I'm always paying 

Went from hipsters, now it's models and these singers(on the low) 

And my hair be growing like a fuckin' Saiyan 

I popped a couple pills, I think that I'm Devante 

I fuck a bitch from Lost and Found like every Monday 

My jaw line so defined, I'm wildin' like I'm Gunplay 

You see no white inside my eyes and it's a fun day 

But when I'm workin', girl, I'm workin' for the millions 

Girl, when I'm workin', I be workin' for them millions 

 

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Why your hand out, I ain't trickin', find another sucka 

These bitches tryna make a livin', but 

 

If you wanna go to the bar, drinks on us 

If you wanna go to the bar, drinks on us 

If you wanna go to the bar, drinks on us 

If you wanna go to the bar, drinks on us 

 

If ya'll wanna hang out with the gangstas, ya'll go 'head 

I'm just gonna count a little motherfuckin' bread 

If ya'll wanna slither with the snakes, then ya'll go 'head 

I keep a pedicured lawn so them snakes, they will be dead 

Tears of joy run down my cheek onto the soil 

I would trick off on your bitch, but she ain't loyal (she disloyal) 

Nothing but love for you niggas riding with no tint 

Grand total, five digits, make these hoes repent 

 

Popped a couple pills, I feel like Johnny Mad Dog (geek, geek) 

I lost a couple friends, I'm tryna get these bands dog 

 

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You know we in this bitch, we throwin' up them grands, ya'll 

And once we get that club, we 'bout that fun, go H·A·M ya'll 

My comrades want them mills, my comrades want them millions 

My comrades want them bills, my comrades want them billions 

 

My comrades want that tri, my comrades want them trillions 

Yeah, we need more than racks, my comrades want them illions 

 

Been provin', you ain't ever goin' up 

Every time you hit the club, you always fuck it up 

 

If y'all wanna go to the bar, drinks on us (turn up) 

If y'all wanna go to the bar, drinks on us (on us) 

If y'all wanna go to the bar, drinks on us (said turn up, please) 

If y'all wanna go to the bar, drinks on us (baka baka bah bah) 

 

Say my, say my, say my name 

Switchin' bitches and I'm switchin' lanes 

When they call last shot for alcohol, I just wanna take my last drink 

I just wanna sip some clean purple 

Hit the car lot and just made a purchase 

I just realized that I am a star, cruisin' my coupe on the boulevard 

None of my pictures are watermarked 

Got more water than a waterbar 

Evian draped me up, nigga 

Yellow bones suck my nuts, nigga 

She think it's chocolate but she call me Papi 

Papi Chulo, I'ma get it poppin' 

Got some red bottoms on a hottie thottie 

Put them heels to her nipples; a new karate 

I just came in like a kamikaze 

I just walk 'round like a zombie, daddy 

I don't like bein' in paddy wagons 

So no remorse, I'm about the fetti 

Had a few horses come by the telly 

Eating each other, they get some credit 

Got commas on commas, I'm really ready 

I'm really 'bout to pour up on a jet 

I would never mention niggas names 

 

Tell a nigga, a nigga never did exist 

You niggas never never been a threat 

These niggas never get enough attention 

I just put the bitch on punishment 

I've been hangin' where the money been 

I don't know what type of love is this 

Can you tell me where my dogs at? 

Put a hollow in your ball cap 

What type of nigga you call that? 

When I hang up on you, never call back 

I'm a money counter, count my own money 

 

If ya'll wanna hang out with the gangstas, ya'll go 'head 

I'm just gonna count a little motherfuckin' bread 

If ya'll wanna slither with the snakes, then ya'll go 'head 

I keep a pedicured lawn so them snakes, they will be dead 

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