8 POUNDS OF THE DRAKE - Riff Raff

My pinky ring cost 12 racks

I done, I done tore up Fairfax

I walk around smokin' loud pack

I skrrt off in the Hellcat (Uh, yeah)

Gazelle shades on my face, but wait

I can drive a grape Wraith state-to-state, I skate late

As I change license plate

I-I-I was too early, but they thought I was late (Riff)

I-I-I-I can escape with eight pounds of the Drake in a Burberry briefcase

.38 on my waist, just in case

These losers confuse me with second place

D-d-don't misconstrue my fate

You a, you a featherweight, I-I-I'm a heavyweight

The diamonds on my Rollie face make you pump your brakes

The dark future of the human race

Got me hesitate to handshake with the cakes and fakes

The dark future of the human race, Riff

Uh, yeah, my pinky ring cost 12 racks

I-I-I done tore up Fairfax

I walk around smokin' loud pack

I skrrt off in the Hellcat

My pinky ring cost 12 racks

I done, I done tore up Fairfax

I walk around smokin' loud pack

I skrrt off in the Hellcat

Eight, eight, eight, eight

Eight pounds of the Drake in a Burberry briefcase

Eight pounds of the Drake in a Burberry briefcase

Eight pounds of the Drake—Burberry briefcase

Eight, eight, eight, eight

Eight pounds of the Drake in a Burberry briefcase

Eight pounds of the Drake in a Burberry briefcase

Eight pounds of the Drake—Burberry briefcase

Uh, yeah, my pinky ring cost 12 racks (I did that)

I-I-I done tore up Fairfax (I did that)

I walk around smokin' loud pack (I did that)

I skrrt off in the Hellcat (I did that)

My pinky ring cost 12 racks (I did that)

I done, I done tore up Fairfax (I did that)

I walk around smokin' loud pack (I did that)

I skrrt off in the Hellcat (I did that)