Easy To Please-Drake/uring Richie Sosa/Akenya Seymour

[Intro: Drake] Yeah, look [Verse 1: Drake] Me and Sos, we from two different walks of life Mutually we understand there's a problem, we don't talk to vice The watch is yellowy-green That's sum awkward ice I never signed for a mill' but been offered twice I'm awful nice, lyrics that I often write Inspire no-talent rappers to get off the mic And I could pick you up from work when you get off tonight Drop you at the house soon as you get off the pipe, man I flow so cool like autumn nights When I body this, tell me if the coffin's light But don't try and tell me that a dolphin's white Mislead Drake, that is not at all polite It's a shame cause that's how the biz goes Imagine if these other niggas flop and his blows Bet I get a co-sign somethin' like no time They'll be tryna sub a n***a in like Quizno's [Hook: Richie Sosa & Drake] All I need is some weight, my scale, some money for bail A lil' booth at the club for the whole cartel Nigga my drink, my smoke, a bird on E And somethin' heavy on my waist man, I'm easy to please I need my moms, my pa, a bottle of cliqua The whole ATF you know who we are My women, my money, and leave me the keys Of somethin fast and I'm good man I'm easy to please [Verse 2: Richie Sosa] I never lived in a fancy house I grew up where the guns pop and the child molesters pulled the candy out So I never really had a chance to escape Fast forward to '07, ain't nothin' much changed The D still scope the crip And the mics ain't really that much bigger than the roaches is And told the same damn sad story, different publishin' D boys jugglin', single mother strugglin' The media try to cover it But the Cottonelle two-ply in your neighbor's house, I'm on some other shit Me and Drake from two different walks of life But both understand the pressure from the sharks that bite My left arm's like David Wells My right arm's like Holliday, so I'm probably lookin' at 8 to 12 For just tossin' one of my close friends a bag of chips Shit, I know they want me locked up [Hook: Richie Sosa & Drake] All I need is some weight, my scale, some money for bail A lil' booth at the club for the whole cartel Nigga my drink, my smoke, a bird on E And somethin' heavy on my waist man, I'm easy to please I need my moms, my pa, a bottle of cliqua The whole ATF you know who we are My women, my money, and leave me the keys Of somethin fast and I'm good man I'm easy to please