Bollywood Flow Lyrics – Drake

Read the complete Bollywood Flow Lyrics by Drake along with song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Drake’s music, you can also explore Make Them Cry and Danced All Night, two other songs by Drake.

[Verse]
Who else really try to mess with Hollywood Cole
Treating Birmingham like my Hollywood shows
I’m trying to tell you something that you prolly should know
This that slumdog millionaire Bollywood flow
And ahh, my real friends never hearing from me
Fake friends write the wrong answers on the mirror for me
That’s why I pick and choose
I don’t get s*it confused
I’m not with different crews
We walk the same paths, but got on different shoes
Live in the same building, but we got different views
I got a couple cars, I never get to lose
Don’t like my women single, I like my chicks in twos
And these days all the girls is down to roll
We hit the strip club and all them girls find a pole
Tell your girl to tell her friend that it’s time to go
Tell me today’s weather
I know they say they good but trust me I’m better
I sound like the coldest Miami night ever
I’m cold but still hot you can’t decide on a sweater
Really it’s whatever and I am murdering and this is so amusing
If there’s a sight to see I am an illusion
I tell you I’m the man baby, what is the confusion
And if they still sleeping on me someone hit the snooze then
Keep sleeping while I sell a couple million
I’m headed for the moon, I ain’t bout to hit the ceiling
I’m bout to hit the club, women tell me I’m appealing
But fu*k what they say, let me tell you how I’m feeling
I’m drinking, these London street lamps got a real glow
Dizzy playing driving fast but it feels slow
And ask your man, he’s a hater baby he don’t know
I could kick a punt and turn that s*it into a field goal
This here was meant to get buried
I got a lot of things, I mention those barely
I ain’t lying to the kids, like the dentist ain’t scary
I’m what Lebron was to St. Vincent-St. Mary’s

But I ain’t playing high school games
Pulling McClarens through a McDonald’s drive through lane
I’m too fly, keep it hip-hop like Afu Ra
Girl on that McClaren, you gotta lift the doors
Blades chopping through the city streets, liquid swords