Truffle Butter (Feat. Lil Wayne, Drake)

Chorus: Toni Braxton, Triple X You know, yeah Touchin', yeah Night of You know, yeah Touchin', yeah Night of Verse 1: Drake Uh, thinkin' out loud I must have a quarter million on me right now Hard to make a song 'bout somethin' other than the money Two things I'm about it are talkin' blunt and stayin' blunted Pretty women, are you here Are you here right now, huh We should all disappear right now Look, you're gettin' all your friends and you're gettin' in the car And you're comin' to the house, are we clear right now, huh You see the fleet of all the new things Cop cars with the loose change All white like I move things Niggas see me rollin' and they mood change Like a motherfucker New flow, I got a dozen of 'em I don't trust you, you a undercover I could probably make some stepsisters fuck each other Woo, talkin' filets with the truffle butter Fresh sheets and towels, man, she gotta love it Yeah, they all get what they desire from it What Tell them niggas we ain't hidin' from it Chorus: Toni Braxton, Triple X You know, yeah Touchin', yeah Night of You know, yeah Touchin', yeah Night of Verse 2: Nicki Minaj Yo, thinkin' out loud I must have about a milli on me right now And I ain't talkin' about that Lil Wayne record I'm still the highest sellin' female rapper for the record Man, this the sixty-five millionth single sold I ain't gotta compete with a single soul I'm good with the ballpoint game, finger roll Ask me how to do it, I don't tell a single soul Pretty women, what's up Is you here right now You a stand-up or is you in your chair right now Uh Do you hear me I can't let a wack nigga get near me I might kiss the baddest bitch if you dare me I ain't never need a man to take care of me Yo, I'm in that big boy, bitches can't rent this I floss every day, but I ain't a dentist Your whole style and approach I invented And I ain't takin' that back 'cause I meant it Yeah Chorus: Toni Braxton, Triple X You know, yeah Touchin', yeah Night of You know, yeah Touchin', yeah Night of Verse 3: Lil Wayne Uh, thinkin' out loud I could be broke and keep a million dollar smile LOL to the bank, check in my account Bank teller flirtin' after checkin' my account Pretty ladies, are you here Truffle butter on your pussy Cuddle buddies on the low You ain't gotta tell your friend that I eat it in the mornin' 'Cause she gon' say I know Can I hit it in the bathroom Put your hands on the toilet I'll put one leg on the tub, girl This my new dance move, I just don't know what to call it But, bitch, you dancin' with the stars I ain't nothin' like your last dude What's his name Not important I brought some cocaine if you snortin' She became a vacuum, put it on my dick like carpet Suck the white off, white chocolate I'm so heartless, thoughtless, lawless, and flawless Smallest, regardless, largest in charge And born in New Orleans, get killed for Jordans Skateboard, I'm gnarly, Drake, Tunechi, and Barbie, you know Chorus: Toni Braxton, Triple X You know, yeah Touchin', yeah Night of You know, yeah Touchin', yeah Night of