Bollywood Flow Lyrics - Drake

1 Who else really try to mess with Hollywood Cole

2 Treating Birmingham like my Hollywood shows

3 I'm tryin' to tell you something that you prolly should know

4 This that slumdog millionaire Bollywood flow

5 And ahh, my real friends never hearing from me

6 Fake friends write the wrong answers on the mirror for me

7 That's why I pick and choose, I don't get s*** confused

8 I'm not with different crews

9 We walk the same paths, but got on different shoes

10 We live in the same building, but we got different views

11 I got a couple cars, I never get to lose

12 Don't like my women single, I like my chicks in twos

13 And these days all the girls is down to roll

14 We hit the strip club, and all them girls find a pole

15 Tell your girl to tell her friend that it's time to go

16 Tell me today's weather

17 I know they say they good but trust me I'm better

18 I sound like the coldest Miami night ever

19 I'm cold but still hot you can't decide on a sweater

20 Really this whatever and I am murdering and this is so amusing

21 If there's a sight to see I am an illusion

22 I tell you I'm the man baby, what is the confusion

23 And if they still sleeping on me someone hit the snooze then

24 Keep sleeping while I sell a couple million

25 I'm headed for the moon, I ain't bout to hit the ceiling

26 I'm about to hit the club, women tell me I'm appealing

27 But f*** what they say, let me tell you how I'm feeling

28 I'm drinking, these London street lamps got a real glow

29 Drizzy playin' driving fast but it feels slow

30 And ask your man, he's a hater baby he don't know

31 I could kick a punt and turn that s*** into a field goal

32 This here was meant to get buried

33 I got a lot of things, I mention those barely

34 I ain't lyin' to the kids, like the dentist ain't scary

35 I'm what Lebron was to St. Vince and St. Mary

36 But I ain't playin' high school games

37 Pulling McClarens through a McDonald's drive through lane

38 I'm too fly, keep it hip-hop like afu raa

39 Girl on that McClaren, you gotta lift the doors

40 Blades chopping through the city streets, liquid swords