Don't f*ck with me, don't f*ck with me
Don't f*ck with me, don't f*ck with me
Don't f*ck with me, don't f*ck with me (don't)
I got car money, fresh start money
I want Saudi money, I want art money
I want women to cry and pour out their heart for me
And tell me how much they hate it when they apart from me
Yeah, and lately I do bitches the meanest
Tell 'em I love 'em and don't ever mean it, we go on dates
I send the Maybach out in neighbourhoods, they never seen it
That shit is dangerous, but it's so convenient
I ain't lying, yeah, and comfortable I sit
That manual Ferrari Italia, some fly shit
It's sittin' at the house like I bought in '96
'Cause honestly I'm too f*cking busy to drive stick
I swear, too f*cking busy, too busy f*ckin'
This nigga girl, but to me she wasn't
Been hot before they open doors for me, pre-heated oven
I'm in this so, but I ain't finished though
It's been a minute though
My newest girl from back home got issues with parents
And some charges, how the f*ck can I get her to Paris?
Luckily, I'm the greatest my country's ever seen
So chances are I get the border to issue me clearance
Dreams money can buy
Everybody yelled, "Surprise", I wasn't surprised
That's only 'cause I been waiting on it, nigga
So f*ck whoever hating on a nigga, of course
Don't f*ck with me, don't f*ck with me
(Don't) don't f*ck with me, don't f*ck with me
(Don't) don't f*ck with me, don't f*ck with me
(Don't) don't f*ck with me, don't f*ck with me
(Don't)
Food from India, she in Charlotte Olympia's
We talked music for hours, she never mentioned ya
Can't tell you how much I love when niggas think they got it
And I love the fact that line made 'em think about it
YMCMB
These niggas make it so hard to be friendly when I know part of it's envy
Tryna fill the shoes, nigga, so far these are empty
I take 'em off in the house because the throw carpets are Fendi
Ooh, I never seen the car you claim to drive
Well, shit, I seen it, you just ain't inside
And I feel like lately it went from top 5 to remaining 5
My favorite rappers either lost it or ain't alive
And they tryna bring us down: me, Weezy and Stunna
We stayed up, Christmas lights in the middle of summer
And if the girl standing next to me got a fat ass
Then I'll probably give her my number
Yeah, I throw my dollars up high
And they land on the stage you dance on
We got company coming over
Would it kill you to put some pants on?
Dreams money can buy
They told me it's like a high, and it wasn't a lie
Yeah, just have some good pussy waitin' on a nigga
And f*ck whoever hating on a nigga, aw yeah
Don't f*ck with me, don't f*ck with me
(Don't) don't f*ck with me, don't f*ck with me
(Don't) don't f*ck with me, don't f*ck with me
(Don't) don't f*ck with me, don't f*ck with me
(Don't)
(Don't)
(Don't f*ck with me, don't f*ck with me)
(Don't)
Drake - Care Package Album Lyrics
Drake - Care Package Lyrics
Writer: Aubrey Graham, Adrian Eccleston
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
The Motion
It's not me and you, it's not me it's you
You're reckless and you know it, they don't love you like I do
Say you're movin' on, well, I guess that's just the motion
I guess that's just the motion, oh
I guess that's just the motion, oh
I guess that's just the motion, oh-oh
I guess that's just the motion (oh-oh)
I don't have a f*ck to give, I've been moving state to state
In my leather and my Timbs like it's 1998
And my dog Chubby Chub, that's my nigga from the way
On the east side of the city, that's where everybody stay
Seem like everybody calling 'cause they want me on their song
It's like every time I touch it I could never do no wrong
When they need a favor from you, man, they don't leave you alone
But I guess that's just the motion
Yeah, then that phone doesn't ring
When they got everything, that's the motion, oh
I guess that's just the motion, oh-oh
I guess that's just the motion
Yeah
Lookin' back on it, at least my pride is intact
'Cause we said no strings attached and I still got tied up in that
Everything that I write is either for her or about her
So I'm with her even when I'm here without her and she know it
The girl that I wanna save is like a danger to my health
Try bein' with somebody that wanna be somebody else
I always thought she was perfect when she was bein' herself
Don't even know how to help
But I guess that's just the motion
Yeah, she'll probably come around
Soon as I settle down, that's the motion, oh
I guess that's just the motion, oh-oh
I guess that's just the motion
I guess that's just the motion
Nothin' less and nothin' more
I hear your heart hit the floor
I guess that's just the motion
Talkin' to you is not enough, no
I guess that's just the motion, oh-oh
I guess that's just the motion
I guess that's just the motion, oh
I guess that's just the motion, oh
I guess that's just the motion, oh-oh
I guess that's just the motion
You're reckless and you know it, they don't love you like I do
Say you're movin' on, well, I guess that's just the motion
I guess that's just the motion, oh
I guess that's just the motion, oh
I guess that's just the motion, oh-oh
I guess that's just the motion (oh-oh)
I don't have a f*ck to give, I've been moving state to state
In my leather and my Timbs like it's 1998
And my dog Chubby Chub, that's my nigga from the way
On the east side of the city, that's where everybody stay
Seem like everybody calling 'cause they want me on their song
It's like every time I touch it I could never do no wrong
When they need a favor from you, man, they don't leave you alone
But I guess that's just the motion
Yeah, then that phone doesn't ring
When they got everything, that's the motion, oh
I guess that's just the motion, oh-oh
I guess that's just the motion
Yeah
Lookin' back on it, at least my pride is intact
'Cause we said no strings attached and I still got tied up in that
Everything that I write is either for her or about her
So I'm with her even when I'm here without her and she know it
The girl that I wanna save is like a danger to my health
Try bein' with somebody that wanna be somebody else
I always thought she was perfect when she was bein' herself
Don't even know how to help
But I guess that's just the motion
Yeah, she'll probably come around
Soon as I settle down, that's the motion, oh
I guess that's just the motion, oh-oh
I guess that's just the motion
I guess that's just the motion
Nothin' less and nothin' more
I hear your heart hit the floor
I guess that's just the motion
Talkin' to you is not enough, no
I guess that's just the motion, oh-oh
I guess that's just the motion
I guess that's just the motion, oh
I guess that's just the motion, oh
I guess that's just the motion, oh-oh
I guess that's just the motion
Writer: Aubrey Drake Graham, Noah James Shebib, Sampha Lahai Sisay
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, WORDS & MUSIC A DIV OF BIG DEAL MUSIC LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, WORDS & MUSIC A DIV OF BIG DEAL MUSIC LLC
How Bout Now
(That's the shit I'm talking about though, like)
(You changed up)
(You don't even f*cking link nobody no more)
(You just dash me away like a cyattie)
(Yo, you cheese me dog)
Always felt like my vision been bigger than the bigger picture
Crazy how you gotta wait until it's dark out to see who really with you
Crazy how even when it miss you, shit'll come back around and get you
Crazy like all my niggas
Crazy like all my niggas
Remember I deleted all my other girls' numbers out the phone for you?
Remember when you had to take the bar exam, I drove in the snow for you?
Yeah, you probably don't remember half the shit a nigga did for you
Yeah, you ain't really f*ck with me way back then, but how 'bout now? (Now)
'Cause I'm up right now ('cause I'm up right now)
And you're stuck right now (stuck right now)
Oh, you thought you had it all figured back then, but how 'bout now? (Now)
'Cause I'm up right now ('cause I'm up right now)
And you're stuck right now (stuck right now)
Yeah, you thought the little effort that you put in was enough, girl, how 'bout now? (Now)
Yeah, girl, how 'bout now?
How 'bout now, girl? What about now, girl? How 'bout now?
Yeah, always been daddy's little angel
I bought your dad a bunch of shit for Christmas, he ain't even say, "Thank you"
I had no money left from acting, I was focused on the music
I used to always try and burn you CDs of my new shit
You be like, "Who's this?" I be like, "Me, girl"
You be like, "Oh word, true shit"
Then ask if we could listen to Ludacris
And car rides made me feel like I was losin' it
Yeah, made me feel I ain't have it like that, I was average like that
Started drinking way more than I used to, people form habits like that, girl
Yeah, man enough to tell you I was hurt that year
I'm not even Christian, I still went to church that year
Guess I just had to pretend that year
I ain't even see my friends that year
Places that I should've been
You ain't really f*ck with me way back then, but how 'bout now? (Now)
'Cause I'm up right now ('cause I'm up right now)
And you're stuck right now (stuck right now)
Oh, you thought you had it all figured back then, girl, how 'bout now? (Now)
'Cause I'm up right now ('cause I'm up right now)
And you're stuck right now (stuck right now)
Yeah, you thought the little effort that you put in was enough, girl, how 'bout now? (Now)
Yeah, girl, how 'bout now?
How 'bout now, girl? What about now, girl? How 'bout now?
(My heart belongs to you)
(Whatever you need, there's nothing I won't do)
(Whatever you need, there's nothing I won't do) now
(Whatever you need) and you stuck right now (there's nothing I won't do) now
'Cause I'm up right now
And you stuck right now
Now (whatever you need) right now
(There's nothing I won't do) now
(You changed up)
(You don't even f*cking link nobody no more)
(You just dash me away like a cyattie)
(Yo, you cheese me dog)
Always felt like my vision been bigger than the bigger picture
Crazy how you gotta wait until it's dark out to see who really with you
Crazy how even when it miss you, shit'll come back around and get you
Crazy like all my niggas
Crazy like all my niggas
Remember I deleted all my other girls' numbers out the phone for you?
Remember when you had to take the bar exam, I drove in the snow for you?
Yeah, you probably don't remember half the shit a nigga did for you
Yeah, you ain't really f*ck with me way back then, but how 'bout now? (Now)
'Cause I'm up right now ('cause I'm up right now)
And you're stuck right now (stuck right now)
Oh, you thought you had it all figured back then, but how 'bout now? (Now)
'Cause I'm up right now ('cause I'm up right now)
And you're stuck right now (stuck right now)
Yeah, you thought the little effort that you put in was enough, girl, how 'bout now? (Now)
Yeah, girl, how 'bout now?
How 'bout now, girl? What about now, girl? How 'bout now?
Yeah, always been daddy's little angel
I bought your dad a bunch of shit for Christmas, he ain't even say, "Thank you"
I had no money left from acting, I was focused on the music
I used to always try and burn you CDs of my new shit
You be like, "Who's this?" I be like, "Me, girl"
You be like, "Oh word, true shit"
Then ask if we could listen to Ludacris
And car rides made me feel like I was losin' it
Yeah, made me feel I ain't have it like that, I was average like that
Started drinking way more than I used to, people form habits like that, girl
Yeah, man enough to tell you I was hurt that year
I'm not even Christian, I still went to church that year
Guess I just had to pretend that year
I ain't even see my friends that year
Places that I should've been
You ain't really f*ck with me way back then, but how 'bout now? (Now)
'Cause I'm up right now ('cause I'm up right now)
And you're stuck right now (stuck right now)
Oh, you thought you had it all figured back then, girl, how 'bout now? (Now)
'Cause I'm up right now ('cause I'm up right now)
And you're stuck right now (stuck right now)
Yeah, you thought the little effort that you put in was enough, girl, how 'bout now? (Now)
Yeah, girl, how 'bout now?
How 'bout now, girl? What about now, girl? How 'bout now?
(My heart belongs to you)
(Whatever you need, there's nothing I won't do)
(Whatever you need, there's nothing I won't do) now
(Whatever you need) and you stuck right now (there's nothing I won't do) now
'Cause I'm up right now
And you stuck right now
Now (whatever you need) right now
(There's nothing I won't do) now
Writer: Donald Earle Degrate, Aubrey Drake Graham, Matthew Jehu Samuels, Jordan Evans, Cedric Hailey
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Trust Issues
Uh
Aw, yeah, aw, yeah
Call up on drank and let's, let's call up and
Uh
All I care about is money and the city that I'm from
I'ma sip until I feel it, I'ma smoke it 'til it's done
And I don't really give a f*ck and my excuse is that I'm young
And I'm only getting older, somebody should've told you
I'm on one (eh), f*ck it, I'm on one (yeah)
I said I'm on one, f*ck it, I'm on one, a strong one
Two white cups and I got that drink
It could be purple, it could be pink
Depending on how you mix that shit
Money to be got, and I'mma get that shit
'Cause I'm on one, f*ck it I'm on one
Aw yeah, aw yeah
You know what I'm
Oh yes, oh yeah
Oh yes, oh yeah
Uh, oh yes, oh yeah
Yeah, uh
You know what I'm sipping, I'll teach you how to mix it
But you're the only one cause I don't trust these bitches
I don't, I don't trust these bitches
They might catch me slipping
So, you're the only one cause I don't trust these bitches
They might, they might catch me slipping
And put in something different
So you're the only one cause I don't trust these bitches
I don't trust, I don't trust these bitches
They might catch me slipping
So you're the only one
Oh whoa, trust issues
Oh whoa, whoa trust issues
Oh whoa, trust issues
Oh whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Yeah, aw yeah, aw yeah
Let's call up on drank and let's all get wasted
On drank and let's all get faded, yeah
Uh, Drizzy Drake, check me out
Coming live from the mothaf*ckin' North Side
Kick game, run game, run it real good
But never ever have my bitches sitting courtside
Same nigga that you knew way back when
You acting like it's somebody you don't know
Tell me, how the f*ck we supposed to stay friends
When you got a bunch of feelings that you don't show?
I could tell, I could tell, I could tell
Certain people don't like me no more
New shit don't excite me no more
Guess that they don't really make them like me no more
Uh, you can look me in my eyes and see I ain't myself
'Cause if y'all what I created then I hate myself
But still, let them girls in and tell 'em all
Leave their cell phones on the table where we see them
I'm all day with it man, a.m. to the p.m
Niggas hating, I just wish that they would say it when they see him, oh
That's that shit that drives me crazy
And that's all I've been getting lately
And it's probably why I'm scared to put the time in
Women want to f*ck like they're me and I'm them
Looking for some things and I think that I can find 'em in you, in you
Oh whoa, trust issues
Oh whoa, whoa trust issues
Oh whoa, trust issues
Oh whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Yeah, aw yeah, aw yeah
Let's call up on drank and let's all get wasted
On drank and let's all get faded
Yeah, aw yeah, aw yeah
Call up on drank and let's
Let's call up and, uh
Aw, yeah, aw, yeah
Call up on drank and let's, let's call up and
Uh
All I care about is money and the city that I'm from
I'ma sip until I feel it, I'ma smoke it 'til it's done
And I don't really give a f*ck and my excuse is that I'm young
And I'm only getting older, somebody should've told you
I'm on one (eh), f*ck it, I'm on one (yeah)
I said I'm on one, f*ck it, I'm on one, a strong one
Two white cups and I got that drink
It could be purple, it could be pink
Depending on how you mix that shit
Money to be got, and I'mma get that shit
'Cause I'm on one, f*ck it I'm on one
Aw yeah, aw yeah
You know what I'm
Oh yes, oh yeah
Oh yes, oh yeah
Uh, oh yes, oh yeah
Yeah, uh
You know what I'm sipping, I'll teach you how to mix it
But you're the only one cause I don't trust these bitches
I don't, I don't trust these bitches
They might catch me slipping
So, you're the only one cause I don't trust these bitches
They might, they might catch me slipping
And put in something different
So you're the only one cause I don't trust these bitches
I don't trust, I don't trust these bitches
They might catch me slipping
So you're the only one
Oh whoa, trust issues
Oh whoa, whoa trust issues
Oh whoa, trust issues
Oh whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Yeah, aw yeah, aw yeah
Let's call up on drank and let's all get wasted
On drank and let's all get faded, yeah
Uh, Drizzy Drake, check me out
Coming live from the mothaf*ckin' North Side
Kick game, run game, run it real good
But never ever have my bitches sitting courtside
Same nigga that you knew way back when
You acting like it's somebody you don't know
Tell me, how the f*ck we supposed to stay friends
When you got a bunch of feelings that you don't show?
I could tell, I could tell, I could tell
Certain people don't like me no more
New shit don't excite me no more
Guess that they don't really make them like me no more
Uh, you can look me in my eyes and see I ain't myself
'Cause if y'all what I created then I hate myself
But still, let them girls in and tell 'em all
Leave their cell phones on the table where we see them
I'm all day with it man, a.m. to the p.m
Niggas hating, I just wish that they would say it when they see him, oh
That's that shit that drives me crazy
And that's all I've been getting lately
And it's probably why I'm scared to put the time in
Women want to f*ck like they're me and I'm them
Looking for some things and I think that I can find 'em in you, in you
Oh whoa, trust issues
Oh whoa, whoa trust issues
Oh whoa, trust issues
Oh whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Yeah, aw yeah, aw yeah
Let's call up on drank and let's all get wasted
On drank and let's all get faded
Yeah, aw yeah, aw yeah
Call up on drank and let's
Let's call up and, uh
Writer: Aubrey Graham, Jeffrey Contella, Adrian Eccleston
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Days In The East
Yeah
Why you keep askin' me about her?
She's not here right now, she's not here right now
Why am I the one you wanna get into it for the drama
I got a lot to say, and that's the last thing a nigga wanna hear right now
Spendin' all my days on the Eastside oh
Forgettin' who I was on the other side oh
Young nigga switchin' up the program right now
Tryna put the power in my own hands right now
I'm about to ride through the old hood right now
Got too much pride for my own good right now
Waitin' on you to give in and hit me up
So I could fall through like old times and hit it up
I'm terrible at inviting myself, call me over
Those nights when you need someone else call me over
You can be the one to take control call me over
When I get there, you already know, call me
Why you keep askin' me about her?
Couple of other things I'd rather do than talk about that right now
Told you about giving him chances on chances on chances
He's not holding you down, he's holding you back right now
Spendin' all my days on the Eastside oh
Forgettin' who I was on the other side oh
Young nigga switchin' up the program right now
Tryna put the power in my own hands right now
Love it when your ass speak the truth to me oh
Tryna wake up and have you with me oh
Waitin' on you to give in and hit me up
So I could fall through like old times and hit it up
I'm terrible at inviting myself, call me over
Those nights when you need someone else call me over
You can be the one to take control call me over
When I get there, you already know, call me
Yeah...hey...yeah...hey
[Breakdown]
(I threw my hands in the air and said show me something)
Remember one night I went to Erykah Badou house
She made tea for me
We talked about love and what life can really be for me
She said when that shit is real you just know
And I was thinking about you, you already know
Remember one night I went to Erykah Badu house, she made tea for me
We talked about love and what life could really be for me
She said when that shit is real, you just know
And I was thinking bout you, you already know
Yeah, the other night Chubbs showed up at my house
He had weed for me, that's my nigga till we gon'
Keeps his ear to the streets for me
Said the city stress him out on the low
I said, "I feel you, nigga, I already know"
Yeah, already
Girl's talkin' bout you, gotta leave already
Damn, my lil' nephew turned four already
Gave you a little help, you need more already
Damn, you need more already?
'Fore you said, "You're mine," I was yours already
22, had the Bentley 4 door already
Even as a boy I was the boy already
So you know that mean the pussy galore already
Mention other girls, you get insecure already
That was in the past, I've matured already
F*ck them hoes, you got the award already
You go to Chanel and get the rewards already
Know I do this shit for 3rd Ward already
Know I do this shit for H-Town already
Already, already
Back up in this thing, it's a go
Had a couple niggas out of pocket, now they know
Ain't the first time cause I've lost you before
Had to get it back, had to get it back
Had to pull it back because I know I'm on the road
Had to take you back because I know you're down to roll
If you can get it from me, you can have it, now you know
All your friends asking where you stand with the boy
FaceTime saying you got plans for the boy
Studying your body, that's exams for the boy
Take a flight here, pop a xan for your boy
Waking up in Amsterdam with the boy
Long flight home, another xan for your boy
You would probably fly out to Japan for the boy
You would probably kill another man for the boy
You would probably...
You would probably lie 'bout it on the stand for your boy
Put the Bible to your right hand for the boy
That's why you I ain't never got to worry 'bout the boy
You know you got...
You know you got that really good insurance on the boy
You just gotta pack a bag and hurry to the boy
Yeah.... Why...
(Fring)
Why you keep askin' me about her?
She's not here right now, she's not here right now
Why am I the one you wanna get into it for the drama
I got a lot to say, and that's the last thing a nigga wanna hear right now
Spendin' all my days on the Eastside oh
Forgettin' who I was on the other side oh
Young nigga switchin' up the program right now
Tryna put the power in my own hands right now
I'm about to ride through the old hood right now
Got too much pride for my own good right now
Waitin' on you to give in and hit me up
So I could fall through like old times and hit it up
I'm terrible at inviting myself, call me over
Those nights when you need someone else call me over
You can be the one to take control call me over
When I get there, you already know, call me
Why you keep askin' me about her?
Couple of other things I'd rather do than talk about that right now
Told you about giving him chances on chances on chances
He's not holding you down, he's holding you back right now
Spendin' all my days on the Eastside oh
Forgettin' who I was on the other side oh
Young nigga switchin' up the program right now
Tryna put the power in my own hands right now
Love it when your ass speak the truth to me oh
Tryna wake up and have you with me oh
Waitin' on you to give in and hit me up
So I could fall through like old times and hit it up
I'm terrible at inviting myself, call me over
Those nights when you need someone else call me over
You can be the one to take control call me over
When I get there, you already know, call me
Yeah...hey...yeah...hey
[Breakdown]
(I threw my hands in the air and said show me something)
Remember one night I went to Erykah Badou house
She made tea for me
We talked about love and what life can really be for me
She said when that shit is real you just know
And I was thinking about you, you already know
Remember one night I went to Erykah Badu house, she made tea for me
We talked about love and what life could really be for me
She said when that shit is real, you just know
And I was thinking bout you, you already know
Yeah, the other night Chubbs showed up at my house
He had weed for me, that's my nigga till we gon'
Keeps his ear to the streets for me
Said the city stress him out on the low
I said, "I feel you, nigga, I already know"
Yeah, already
Girl's talkin' bout you, gotta leave already
Damn, my lil' nephew turned four already
Gave you a little help, you need more already
Damn, you need more already?
'Fore you said, "You're mine," I was yours already
22, had the Bentley 4 door already
Even as a boy I was the boy already
So you know that mean the pussy galore already
Mention other girls, you get insecure already
That was in the past, I've matured already
F*ck them hoes, you got the award already
You go to Chanel and get the rewards already
Know I do this shit for 3rd Ward already
Know I do this shit for H-Town already
Already, already
Back up in this thing, it's a go
Had a couple niggas out of pocket, now they know
Ain't the first time cause I've lost you before
Had to get it back, had to get it back
Had to pull it back because I know I'm on the road
Had to take you back because I know you're down to roll
If you can get it from me, you can have it, now you know
All your friends asking where you stand with the boy
FaceTime saying you got plans for the boy
Studying your body, that's exams for the boy
Take a flight here, pop a xan for your boy
Waking up in Amsterdam with the boy
Long flight home, another xan for your boy
You would probably fly out to Japan for the boy
You would probably kill another man for the boy
You would probably...
You would probably lie 'bout it on the stand for your boy
Put the Bible to your right hand for the boy
That's why you I ain't never got to worry 'bout the boy
You know you got...
You know you got that really good insurance on the boy
You just gotta pack a bag and hurry to the boy
Yeah.... Why...
(Fring)
Writer: Aubrey Graham
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Draft Day
Draft day, Johnny Manziel
Five years later how am I the man still
Draft day, A. Wiggins
F*ck that other side bitch we stay winnin'
Aww man, you know I had to do it for you
You know I had to do it for ya
Yeah, suits and ties yelling out "pay the guys"
Man I had to do it for ya
You know I had to do it for ya
You know I had to do it for ya
Aww man, aww man, aww man, man
You know I had t-
Sometimes I laugh with God about how you can't stop me
I'm his darkest angel probably but he still got me
I'm gettin' mine but still I better lives
And shit I set aside to make sure my people are gettin' by
Brunch with some Qatar royals and my cup is all oil
You know it's real when your niggas will take the fall for you
All loyal so you keep egging me on
And we gonna have to crack a shell just to prove to you, you ain't hard boiled
Last night I tried some raw oysters
Man that boy growin' up quick, that boy know he the shit
That boy singin' on every song when he know he can spit
That boy manifested it, that boy knew it was written
That boy did it on purpose
That boy know that they shittin' on you, and they can't get past you
You should've followed all my moves, you won't realize 'til after
And if I left shit to chance I would've picked a name like Chance the Rapper
No offense cause I don't know that nigga
I'm focused on makin' records and gettin' bigger
Just hits, no misses, that's for the married folk
Tell 'em fix my suite up cause I'm comin' home
I heard they talkin' crazy, I was out of town
You know they love to pop all that shit when I'm not around
But when I'm here, not a sound
That'll make me snap, jot it down
Go in the booth and lay a body down
Know some Somalis that say we got it wallahi
Get us donuts and coffee, we'll wait for him in the lobby
And I gotta tell him chill, Sprite got me on payroll
Let that man live, they say "Okay if you say so"
See whatever I say goes
I play like I'm on 'roids, no Canseco
No Oakland A's though, shout out the Bay though
I think I'm on my eighth flow, just watch me paint flow
We all do it for the art so I can never hate though
Signin' off on more deals than a lawyer with a heavy case load
How the game turn into the Drake show?
Dog, what the f*ck happen to so and so, where did they go?
They too worried 'bout bitches and fashion, they go missin' in action
And then you never notice they missin'
On some Hunger Games shit I would die for my district
Jennifer Lawrence you can really get it
I mean forreal, girl you know I had to do it for yah
You know I had to do it for yah
You know I had to
Oh wait sidebar, left some beat at the end
So that all of you f*ck niggas could loop it and get your lies off
Draft day, Johnny Manziel
Five years later how am I the man still
Draft day, A. Wiggins
F*ck that other side bitch we stay winnin'
Aww man, you know I had to do it for you
You know I had to do it for ya
Yeah, suits and ties yelling out "pay the guys"
Man I had to do it for ya
You know I had to do it for ya
You know I had to do it for ya
Aww man, aww man, aww man, man
You know I had t-
That's why I don't read the news, it's garbage
And the editor that wrote the thing, he's garbage
Got guys on my back about schedule, saying it's too tough
Well guess what?
It's Division-1 football!
It's the SEC!
Heck, you pledged, didn't ya?
Go play intramurals, brother
Go play intramurals
Five years later how am I the man still
Draft day, A. Wiggins
F*ck that other side bitch we stay winnin'
Aww man, you know I had to do it for you
You know I had to do it for ya
Yeah, suits and ties yelling out "pay the guys"
Man I had to do it for ya
You know I had to do it for ya
You know I had to do it for ya
Aww man, aww man, aww man, man
You know I had t-
Sometimes I laugh with God about how you can't stop me
I'm his darkest angel probably but he still got me
I'm gettin' mine but still I better lives
And shit I set aside to make sure my people are gettin' by
Brunch with some Qatar royals and my cup is all oil
You know it's real when your niggas will take the fall for you
All loyal so you keep egging me on
And we gonna have to crack a shell just to prove to you, you ain't hard boiled
Last night I tried some raw oysters
Man that boy growin' up quick, that boy know he the shit
That boy singin' on every song when he know he can spit
That boy manifested it, that boy knew it was written
That boy did it on purpose
That boy know that they shittin' on you, and they can't get past you
You should've followed all my moves, you won't realize 'til after
And if I left shit to chance I would've picked a name like Chance the Rapper
No offense cause I don't know that nigga
I'm focused on makin' records and gettin' bigger
Just hits, no misses, that's for the married folk
Tell 'em fix my suite up cause I'm comin' home
I heard they talkin' crazy, I was out of town
You know they love to pop all that shit when I'm not around
But when I'm here, not a sound
That'll make me snap, jot it down
Go in the booth and lay a body down
Know some Somalis that say we got it wallahi
Get us donuts and coffee, we'll wait for him in the lobby
And I gotta tell him chill, Sprite got me on payroll
Let that man live, they say "Okay if you say so"
See whatever I say goes
I play like I'm on 'roids, no Canseco
No Oakland A's though, shout out the Bay though
I think I'm on my eighth flow, just watch me paint flow
We all do it for the art so I can never hate though
Signin' off on more deals than a lawyer with a heavy case load
How the game turn into the Drake show?
Dog, what the f*ck happen to so and so, where did they go?
They too worried 'bout bitches and fashion, they go missin' in action
And then you never notice they missin'
On some Hunger Games shit I would die for my district
Jennifer Lawrence you can really get it
I mean forreal, girl you know I had to do it for yah
You know I had to do it for yah
You know I had to
Oh wait sidebar, left some beat at the end
So that all of you f*ck niggas could loop it and get your lies off
Draft day, Johnny Manziel
Five years later how am I the man still
Draft day, A. Wiggins
F*ck that other side bitch we stay winnin'
Aww man, you know I had to do it for you
You know I had to do it for ya
Yeah, suits and ties yelling out "pay the guys"
Man I had to do it for ya
You know I had to do it for ya
You know I had to do it for ya
Aww man, aww man, aww man, man
You know I had t-
That's why I don't read the news, it's garbage
And the editor that wrote the thing, he's garbage
Got guys on my back about schedule, saying it's too tough
Well guess what?
It's Division-1 football!
It's the SEC!
Heck, you pledged, didn't ya?
Go play intramurals, brother
Go play intramurals
Writer: Aubrey Drake Graham
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing
4PM in Calabasas
Yeah
All you self promoters are janky
We established like the Yankees
This whole f*cking game thank us
We movin' militant but somehow you the one tankin'
No limit to where I can take it
And you know me as a Cris bottle sender
Check picker upper
I thought we looked out for one another
Saw us all as brothers in the struggle
Too blessed to be humble
I guess it's different in the city I come from
All the sudden I got people showing how much they truly resent me
They whole demeanor just spells envy
They tryna tempt me
The higher I get, the less they accept me
Even had the OG's tryna press me
Ha-ha-ha-ha
No way out 'cause I'm already in it
I'm not attending when I do a show and get a ticket
Good business can clean millions, I got the vision
I been had it since No Scrubs and No Pigeons
Even back when I wasn't as poppin'
When they told me take an R&B nigga on the road and I told 'em no and drew for Kendrick and Rocky
I tried to make the right choices with the world watching
"Mike never tried to rap like Pac
Pac never tried to sing like Mike"
Those my dad's words to me when I asked him how to make it in life
And I always said my mother gave the greatest advice
Yeah, look at me now, they look at me like the golden child
Can't nobody hold me down, especially not right now
Certain shit is just too wild to reconcile
Take that, take that no love in they heart so they fake that
DiCaprio level the way they play that, damn nigga, what is that
Y'all don't hear no songs then hit my phone like you did that
And you even hit my line like where you been at
It's always on some shit like when can I get a favor
Or where my bitch at, like I'm about to tell you where she been at
Costa Careyes, I got her kidnapped
She ain't sorry and I ain't sorry, it's too late for sorry
Green, White and Red on my body 'cause I'm dipped in Ferrari
All she wanna do is get high and listen to PARTY
She complain, I tell the driver to drop her at Barneys
My summer diet is just Rose and calamari
Look now you got me started
I'm the black sheep, rest in peace to Chris Farley
I got a lot to lose 'cause in every situation
I'm the bigger artist, always gotta play it smarter
Y'all shook up, I'm here on the cookup
Cameras pointing every time I look up
That's why I gotta duck behind Chubb shoulder just to hit the Kush up
Sponsorship dollars is sky high
He be like, "Drake, will you please stop smoking la la?"
"Chubbs, why try, I'm a thug, I'ma die high"
Got the Rose pink tinted lenses, it's a Wednesday
Architects takin' dimensions, they redoin' the entrance
Yeah, redoin' the entrance
Kinda like when you niggas drop on some again and again shit
And you still never quite get it
Meantime Drizzy over there, tryna make you
Make you dance to this, yeah I make you dance to this
I rode big body, widebody, Calabasas road winder
Sunshinin', waxed tires
See Kris Jenner, I beep twice and I wave
The rest of you boys I blow Keysh right in your face
Pistol by my bed, I'm sleep but I'm awake
For that one night when niggas try to reach inside my safe
Don't push me 'cause I'm way too uneasy nowadays
These guys move so greasy nowadays
I tell you my life and y'all don't believe me when I say it
Save my stories for down the line, I'm too ahead of the curve every time
Just total the hits and see what you find
You SWV 'cause you weak and I'm always always on your mind
Yeah
And we can't stop
Make you dance to this
I'ma make you One Dance to this
A-ha-ha-ha-ha
Bod breed bod boy
Uh-huh, yeah
That's right
Yeah
All you self promoters are janky
We established like the Yankees
This whole f*cking game thank us
We movin' militant but somehow you the one tankin'
No limit to where I can take it
And you know me as a Cris bottle sender
Check picker upper
I thought we looked out for one another
Saw us all as brothers in the struggle
Too blessed to be humble
I guess it's different in the city I come from
All the sudden I got people showing how much they truly resent me
They whole demeanor just spells envy
They tryna tempt me
The higher I get, the less they accept me
Even had the OG's tryna press me
Ha-ha-ha-ha
No way out 'cause I'm already in it
I'm not attending when I do a show and get a ticket
Good business can clean millions, I got the vision
I been had it since No Scrubs and No Pigeons
Even back when I wasn't as poppin'
When they told me take an R&B nigga on the road and I told 'em no and drew for Kendrick and Rocky
I tried to make the right choices with the world watching
"Mike never tried to rap like Pac
Pac never tried to sing like Mike"
Those my dad's words to me when I asked him how to make it in life
And I always said my mother gave the greatest advice
Yeah, look at me now, they look at me like the golden child
Can't nobody hold me down, especially not right now
Certain shit is just too wild to reconcile
Take that, take that no love in they heart so they fake that
DiCaprio level the way they play that, damn nigga, what is that
Y'all don't hear no songs then hit my phone like you did that
And you even hit my line like where you been at
It's always on some shit like when can I get a favor
Or where my bitch at, like I'm about to tell you where she been at
Costa Careyes, I got her kidnapped
She ain't sorry and I ain't sorry, it's too late for sorry
Green, White and Red on my body 'cause I'm dipped in Ferrari
All she wanna do is get high and listen to PARTY
She complain, I tell the driver to drop her at Barneys
My summer diet is just Rose and calamari
Look now you got me started
I'm the black sheep, rest in peace to Chris Farley
I got a lot to lose 'cause in every situation
I'm the bigger artist, always gotta play it smarter
Y'all shook up, I'm here on the cookup
Cameras pointing every time I look up
That's why I gotta duck behind Chubb shoulder just to hit the Kush up
Sponsorship dollars is sky high
He be like, "Drake, will you please stop smoking la la?"
"Chubbs, why try, I'm a thug, I'ma die high"
Got the Rose pink tinted lenses, it's a Wednesday
Architects takin' dimensions, they redoin' the entrance
Yeah, redoin' the entrance
Kinda like when you niggas drop on some again and again shit
And you still never quite get it
Meantime Drizzy over there, tryna make you
Make you dance to this, yeah I make you dance to this
I rode big body, widebody, Calabasas road winder
Sunshinin', waxed tires
See Kris Jenner, I beep twice and I wave
The rest of you boys I blow Keysh right in your face
Pistol by my bed, I'm sleep but I'm awake
For that one night when niggas try to reach inside my safe
Don't push me 'cause I'm way too uneasy nowadays
These guys move so greasy nowadays
I tell you my life and y'all don't believe me when I say it
Save my stories for down the line, I'm too ahead of the curve every time
Just total the hits and see what you find
You SWV 'cause you weak and I'm always always on your mind
Yeah
And we can't stop
Make you dance to this
I'ma make you One Dance to this
A-ha-ha-ha-ha
Bod breed bod boy
Uh-huh, yeah
That's right
Yeah
Writer: Adam King Feeney, Allen Ritter, Anderson Hernandez, Aubrey Graham, Brian Morgan, Clifton Chase, Edward Fletcher, Gregory Prestopino, Mathew Wilder, Melvin Glover, Oliver Scott, Ronnie Wilson, Sylvia Robinson
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
5AM in Toronto
Yeah
This on some old Tommy Campos Dice Raw shit, you know?
For my niggas, though
Uh, you underestimated greatly
Most number ones ever, how long did it really take me?
The part I love most is they need me more than they hate me
So they never take shots, I got everybody on safety
I could load every gun with bullets that fire backwards
Probably wouldn't lose a single rapper
Niggas make threats, can't hear 'em over the laughter
Yeah, that's 'cause I'm headed to the bank, nigga
Sinatra lifestyle, I'm just bein' frank with ya
I mean, where you think she at when she ain't with ya?
Wildin', doin' shit that's way out of your budget
Owl sweaters inside her luggage, you gotta love it
Damn, this shit could go on a tape
Bitches lovin' my drive, I never give it a break
Give these niggas the look, the verse, and even the hook
That's why every song sound like Drake featurin' Drake
Straight, Y pree? Why is it always me?
Got us watchin' our words like it's wiretaps on the team
'Cause I show love, never get the same outta niggas
Guess it's funny how money can make change outta niggas
For real, some nobody started feelin' himself
A couple somebodies started killin' themself
A couple albums dropped, those are still on the shelf
I bet them shits would have popped if I was willin' to help
I got a gold trophy from the committee for validation
Bad press during the summer over allegations
I ain't lyin', my nigga, my time is money
That's why I ain't got time for a nigga whose time is coming
A lot of niggas PR stuntin' like that's the movement
And I'm the only nigga still known for the music, I swear
F*ck them niggas this year, I made Forbes list, nigga
F*ck your list, everything's lookin' gorgeous
Without me, rap is just a bunch of orphans
But if I stay, then this shit is a bunch of corpses
And me and my dread nigga from New Orleans
Stashin' money like hoarders off multi-platinum recordings
Eatin' like I'm seated at Swish, Sotto, and Joso's
Nothing Was The Same, this shit for Ezee and Coco
This shit for Karim, this shit for Jaevon
This shit for Julius, Milly Mill, boy, we do this shit for real
All them boys in my will, all them boys is my Wills
Anything happen to pop, then I got you like Uncle Phil
Weezy been on that edge, you niggas just need to chill
If anything happen to Papi, might pop a nigga for real
Comin' live from the screwface, livin' out a suitcase
But I'm feelin' good, Johnny got me pushin' two plates
My weight up, I refused to wait up, I started a new race
It's funny when you think a nigga blew up after Lupe
Niggas treat me like I've been here for ten
Some niggas been here for a couple, never been here again
I'm on my King James shit, I'm tryna win here again
A young nigga tryna win here again, man, what's up?
Ayy, yeah, a young nigga tryin' to win here again
If I like her, I just fly her to the city I'm in
I got her drinkin' with your boy
I got her f*cked up, shorty, aw yeah
This on some old Tommy Campos Dice Raw shit, you know?
For my niggas, though
Uh, you underestimated greatly
Most number ones ever, how long did it really take me?
The part I love most is they need me more than they hate me
So they never take shots, I got everybody on safety
I could load every gun with bullets that fire backwards
Probably wouldn't lose a single rapper
Niggas make threats, can't hear 'em over the laughter
Yeah, that's 'cause I'm headed to the bank, nigga
Sinatra lifestyle, I'm just bein' frank with ya
I mean, where you think she at when she ain't with ya?
Wildin', doin' shit that's way out of your budget
Owl sweaters inside her luggage, you gotta love it
Damn, this shit could go on a tape
Bitches lovin' my drive, I never give it a break
Give these niggas the look, the verse, and even the hook
That's why every song sound like Drake featurin' Drake
Straight, Y pree? Why is it always me?
Got us watchin' our words like it's wiretaps on the team
'Cause I show love, never get the same outta niggas
Guess it's funny how money can make change outta niggas
For real, some nobody started feelin' himself
A couple somebodies started killin' themself
A couple albums dropped, those are still on the shelf
I bet them shits would have popped if I was willin' to help
I got a gold trophy from the committee for validation
Bad press during the summer over allegations
I ain't lyin', my nigga, my time is money
That's why I ain't got time for a nigga whose time is coming
A lot of niggas PR stuntin' like that's the movement
And I'm the only nigga still known for the music, I swear
F*ck them niggas this year, I made Forbes list, nigga
F*ck your list, everything's lookin' gorgeous
Without me, rap is just a bunch of orphans
But if I stay, then this shit is a bunch of corpses
And me and my dread nigga from New Orleans
Stashin' money like hoarders off multi-platinum recordings
Eatin' like I'm seated at Swish, Sotto, and Joso's
Nothing Was The Same, this shit for Ezee and Coco
This shit for Karim, this shit for Jaevon
This shit for Julius, Milly Mill, boy, we do this shit for real
All them boys in my will, all them boys is my Wills
Anything happen to pop, then I got you like Uncle Phil
Weezy been on that edge, you niggas just need to chill
If anything happen to Papi, might pop a nigga for real
Comin' live from the screwface, livin' out a suitcase
But I'm feelin' good, Johnny got me pushin' two plates
My weight up, I refused to wait up, I started a new race
It's funny when you think a nigga blew up after Lupe
Niggas treat me like I've been here for ten
Some niggas been here for a couple, never been here again
I'm on my King James shit, I'm tryna win here again
A young nigga tryna win here again, man, what's up?
Ayy, yeah, a young nigga tryin' to win here again
If I like her, I just fly her to the city I'm in
I got her drinkin' with your boy
I got her f*cked up, shorty, aw yeah
Writer: Aubrey Drake Graham, Matthew Jehu Samuels, Anderson Hernandez, Nikhil Seetharam
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
I Get Lonely
Waited on you for so long
Too many days since January
I'm still sitting here alone
We should've did this already
Said I gotta email today
Kinda thought that you forgot about me
But I wanna hit you back to say
Just like you, I get lonely
Baby, I could really get to know you
Take my time and show you
Don't tell anybody what we do
When I get lonely
Take me to another place where I'll be
Face to face, just you and me with no rules
Just like you, I get lonely too
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Just like you, I get lonely too
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Just like you, I get lonely
Ready for us to get it on
Ain't gotta love to call steady
Hope it ain't like that for long
I'll be your friend if you let me
Don't wanna come on strong
'Cause too many people wanna get me
But you know I do what I gotta do
Just like you, I get lonely
Baby, I could really get to know you
Take my time and show you
Don't tell anybody what we do
When I get lonely
Take me to another place where I'll be
Face to face, just you and me with no rules
Just like you, I get lonely too
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Just like you, I get lonely too
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Just like you, I get lonely
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh-oh
I get lonely too
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
Baby, I could really get to know you
Take my time and show you
Don't tell anybody what we do
When I get lonely
Take me to another place where I'll be
Face to face, just you and me with no rules
Just like you, I get lonely too
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Just like you, I get lonely too
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Just like you, I get lonely
I get lonely
I get lonely
Just like you
Too many days since January
I'm still sitting here alone
We should've did this already
Said I gotta email today
Kinda thought that you forgot about me
But I wanna hit you back to say
Just like you, I get lonely
Baby, I could really get to know you
Take my time and show you
Don't tell anybody what we do
When I get lonely
Take me to another place where I'll be
Face to face, just you and me with no rules
Just like you, I get lonely too
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Just like you, I get lonely too
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Just like you, I get lonely
Ready for us to get it on
Ain't gotta love to call steady
Hope it ain't like that for long
I'll be your friend if you let me
Don't wanna come on strong
'Cause too many people wanna get me
But you know I do what I gotta do
Just like you, I get lonely
Baby, I could really get to know you
Take my time and show you
Don't tell anybody what we do
When I get lonely
Take me to another place where I'll be
Face to face, just you and me with no rules
Just like you, I get lonely too
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Just like you, I get lonely too
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Just like you, I get lonely
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh-oh
I get lonely too
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
Baby, I could really get to know you
Take my time and show you
Don't tell anybody what we do
When I get lonely
Take me to another place where I'll be
Face to face, just you and me with no rules
Just like you, I get lonely too
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Just like you, I get lonely too
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Just like you, I get lonely
I get lonely
I get lonely
Just like you
Writer: Aubrey Graham, Dallas Austin, Noah Shebib
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
My Side
Yeah, that's about it
This shit sound like what being rich feel like, fo' real
This life shit is everywhere, you can't control it
Too much going on
Too much, too much, too much
Too much, too much, too much
You, you, you
Make me wanna take it down through there
Make me wanna take it down through there
I'll take it there
Why you never come to where I stay?
Always hiding out in your New York condo
Why you never come to where I stay?
If anybody knows, girl, you know, I know
Why are we wasting our relationship on a relationship?
Why are we rushing and forcing it?
This isn't making sense
Why are we focused on things
That don't even mean nothing, girl?
Why can we not find the time
To sit down and discuss it, girl?
Let me at least tell you my side of things, man
Aw, man, aw, man, aw, man
Yeah, me and you are playing house
Start thinking that I'm losing touch
Got a tight grip on you now
Maybe I should loosen up
When I leave you and I go home
I start forgetting what it is
Start to think I got to get it how I live
We too busy for a wedding or a kid
Yeah, if I'm working then I know you working
Keep in touch with other women
'Cause you make me nervous
I empower girls that don't deserve it
I don't mean to do that shit on purpose
It's just that when I go home
I start forgetting what it is
The dream is over, I get lost up in the 6ix
And you don't ever come to where I stay at
You just rather stay up in your New York condo
You don't ever come to where I stay at
If anybody knows, girl, you know, I know
Why are we wasting our relationship on a relationship?
You know how sticky these situations get
You go up higher than me some days
You know what I think we could be some day
Let me at least show you my side of things, man
Aw, man, aw, man, aw, man
This shit sound like what being rich feel like, fo' real
This life shit is everywhere, you can't control it
Too much going on
Too much, too much, too much
Too much, too much, too much
You, you, you
Make me wanna take it down through there
Make me wanna take it down through there
I'll take it there
Why you never come to where I stay?
Always hiding out in your New York condo
Why you never come to where I stay?
If anybody knows, girl, you know, I know
Why are we wasting our relationship on a relationship?
Why are we rushing and forcing it?
This isn't making sense
Why are we focused on things
That don't even mean nothing, girl?
Why can we not find the time
To sit down and discuss it, girl?
Let me at least tell you my side of things, man
Aw, man, aw, man, aw, man
Yeah, me and you are playing house
Start thinking that I'm losing touch
Got a tight grip on you now
Maybe I should loosen up
When I leave you and I go home
I start forgetting what it is
Start to think I got to get it how I live
We too busy for a wedding or a kid
Yeah, if I'm working then I know you working
Keep in touch with other women
'Cause you make me nervous
I empower girls that don't deserve it
I don't mean to do that shit on purpose
It's just that when I go home
I start forgetting what it is
The dream is over, I get lost up in the 6ix
And you don't ever come to where I stay at
You just rather stay up in your New York condo
You don't ever come to where I stay at
If anybody knows, girl, you know, I know
Why are we wasting our relationship on a relationship?
You know how sticky these situations get
You go up higher than me some days
You know what I think we could be some day
Let me at least show you my side of things, man
Aw, man, aw, man, aw, man
Writer: Aubrey Drake Graham, Noah James Shebib, Matthew Jehu Samuels, Noel Cadastre, Jahron Brathwaite
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Jodeci Freestyle
[Drake]
Yeah.. 26 on my third GQ cover
Your new shit sound like you do covers
On all of my old shit, oh shit; I devoted to making sure
That shit goes unnoticed; swear you niggas is hopeless
I should run a clinic for niggas that think that they're winning
On some coach shit, 50Ms for a three month road trip
I see straight through them like fish tanks with no fish in them
Drizzy still got some '06 in him
IRS all in my books getting they Matlock on
All this capital it's like I left the caps lock on
It's like every time I plot a return I seem to shift the game
See I can still talk keys without pitchin' cane
Pay yourself and owe yourself; before you come to my city
Just know yourself, know where you at
I'm good in every town, I'mma be there doing shows where you at
The lights hit women screaming like Jodeci's back, nigga
[Interlude: Dennis Graham]
But that's, that's where all this, that's where the feeling is
That's where all that shit comes from... man I mean like
The music that you and I used to listen to ahh.. was just..
Absolutely phenomenal, because we went through it all
We went through errythang; I remember you loved Jodeci
I mean like studied, you even made me a CD...
[Drake]
Yeah, your money is just a little Barney's Co Op for you to be tryna show out
I'm in your girl's ear planting seeds like a grow-op
We move the operation to Cali soon as the snow drop
Oh stop, please stop arguin' 'bout who's the best emcee
I think everyone would agree, they know that you're not
I know I'm a sure shot, middle finger poking you in your sore spot
Bars sound like I'm under oath nigga
I comedy central roast niggas and turn 'em to ghost niggas
Either I'm gettin' bigger or you're just gettin' smaller or it's both nigga
I'm just as unforgivin' as most niggas
You bit the hand, now starve, it's not a joke nigga
I'll hang you with it after I teach you the ropes nigga
Oh well, bitches paint OVO on their toenails
And show up at the show, the afterparty, and the hotel
That five star in your city, they know where we at
I hit the lobby, women's screaming like Jodeci's back, nigga
[J. Cole]
Jodeci's back
bitches screamin' like Jodeci's back
I call the front desk for condoms, she's sayin' they ain't got none
The way that I'm respondin', she know that we black, nigga
(F*ck you mean?) Jodeci's back
F*ckin' hoes like Jodeci's back
I paint pictures and flip words
Nigga woulda thought Def Poetry back
Cole...
Roof top, hoes turnt up
Lookin' for your bitch, bet she won't turn up
Wonder where she is, f*ck could she be
She's a ho, she's a slut, she's a freak
Heard a couple niggas hatin' but them f*ck niggas weak
Count a hundred thousand dollars like it sucks to be me
Ain't that what you wanted? Stuntin' on you niggas
Came in this game never frontin' on you niggas
Gave you heart and soul, stories of my pain
Feel naked cause I laid out all my glory and my shame
Caught fire just to have niggas ignore me and my flame
'Bout to burn down the house, they tryna put me in the rain, no
F*ck your list you lame niggas and doubters
I'm undoubtedly the hottest and that's just me bein' modest
Go check the numbers dummy, that's just me gettin' started
I'm artistic, you niggas is autistic, retarded
Started, hold your applause
Who gives a poker face when you jokers showed me your cards?
David and Goliath, takin' on the giants
No need for pause when I tell you my balls bigger than yours, Cole
No false gods, young Mike playin' against the Monstars
Tappin' into '94 Nas
Or that '96 Jay, or that +Chronic+ shit, Dre
Which is really just Slim Shady, I'm silly, my pen crazy
Today I'm out in Philly, my fans waitin' for twelve hours
Just to get their dollar signed; thoughts stream like I'm Spotifyin'
Trenchcoat flow, bottom line
To these too cool for school niggas I'm Columbine
Flow dumber than your projections
This makes twice now, I doubled what you expected, yet
Your covers keep perplexin' me
Maybe it's too complex for me
But is this 'bout skills or is this 'bout sales?
Cause either f*ckin' way, man all them niggas is less to me
You legends know that we rap
Bitches screamin' like Jodeci's back
Yeah.. 26 on my third GQ cover
Your new shit sound like you do covers
On all of my old shit, oh shit; I devoted to making sure
That shit goes unnoticed; swear you niggas is hopeless
I should run a clinic for niggas that think that they're winning
On some coach shit, 50Ms for a three month road trip
I see straight through them like fish tanks with no fish in them
Drizzy still got some '06 in him
IRS all in my books getting they Matlock on
All this capital it's like I left the caps lock on
It's like every time I plot a return I seem to shift the game
See I can still talk keys without pitchin' cane
Pay yourself and owe yourself; before you come to my city
Just know yourself, know where you at
I'm good in every town, I'mma be there doing shows where you at
The lights hit women screaming like Jodeci's back, nigga
[Interlude: Dennis Graham]
But that's, that's where all this, that's where the feeling is
That's where all that shit comes from... man I mean like
The music that you and I used to listen to ahh.. was just..
Absolutely phenomenal, because we went through it all
We went through errythang; I remember you loved Jodeci
I mean like studied, you even made me a CD...
[Drake]
Yeah, your money is just a little Barney's Co Op for you to be tryna show out
I'm in your girl's ear planting seeds like a grow-op
We move the operation to Cali soon as the snow drop
Oh stop, please stop arguin' 'bout who's the best emcee
I think everyone would agree, they know that you're not
I know I'm a sure shot, middle finger poking you in your sore spot
Bars sound like I'm under oath nigga
I comedy central roast niggas and turn 'em to ghost niggas
Either I'm gettin' bigger or you're just gettin' smaller or it's both nigga
I'm just as unforgivin' as most niggas
You bit the hand, now starve, it's not a joke nigga
I'll hang you with it after I teach you the ropes nigga
Oh well, bitches paint OVO on their toenails
And show up at the show, the afterparty, and the hotel
That five star in your city, they know where we at
I hit the lobby, women's screaming like Jodeci's back, nigga
[J. Cole]
Jodeci's back
bitches screamin' like Jodeci's back
I call the front desk for condoms, she's sayin' they ain't got none
The way that I'm respondin', she know that we black, nigga
(F*ck you mean?) Jodeci's back
F*ckin' hoes like Jodeci's back
I paint pictures and flip words
Nigga woulda thought Def Poetry back
Cole...
Roof top, hoes turnt up
Lookin' for your bitch, bet she won't turn up
Wonder where she is, f*ck could she be
She's a ho, she's a slut, she's a freak
Heard a couple niggas hatin' but them f*ck niggas weak
Count a hundred thousand dollars like it sucks to be me
Ain't that what you wanted? Stuntin' on you niggas
Came in this game never frontin' on you niggas
Gave you heart and soul, stories of my pain
Feel naked cause I laid out all my glory and my shame
Caught fire just to have niggas ignore me and my flame
'Bout to burn down the house, they tryna put me in the rain, no
F*ck your list you lame niggas and doubters
I'm undoubtedly the hottest and that's just me bein' modest
Go check the numbers dummy, that's just me gettin' started
I'm artistic, you niggas is autistic, retarded
Started, hold your applause
Who gives a poker face when you jokers showed me your cards?
David and Goliath, takin' on the giants
No need for pause when I tell you my balls bigger than yours, Cole
No false gods, young Mike playin' against the Monstars
Tappin' into '94 Nas
Or that '96 Jay, or that +Chronic+ shit, Dre
Which is really just Slim Shady, I'm silly, my pen crazy
Today I'm out in Philly, my fans waitin' for twelve hours
Just to get their dollar signed; thoughts stream like I'm Spotifyin'
Trenchcoat flow, bottom line
To these too cool for school niggas I'm Columbine
Flow dumber than your projections
This makes twice now, I doubled what you expected, yet
Your covers keep perplexin' me
Maybe it's too complex for me
But is this 'bout skills or is this 'bout sales?
Cause either f*ckin' way, man all them niggas is less to me
You legends know that we rap
Bitches screamin' like Jodeci's back
Writer: Aubrey Drake Graham, Dennis Graham, Jermaine Cole
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing
Club Paradise
Ha, yeah
They say that all your old girls got somebody new
I said, "Damn, really? Even Rosemary? Even Leann Sealy?"
They said, "F*cking right, they were the first to go"
It's nothing personal
It's just that all them women that you slept on been working though
They've been saving up, new niggas came around, they been waking up
With, "I swear, you don't know this city anymore
They might have loved you before
But you're out here doing your thing, they don't know you"
Ah, sure they do, they just not as sincere
It's crazy all the emotions forgot in a year
She like, "Why you even give a f*ck, you not even here?"
Well, out there there ain't nothing for me
And I think I need to come home
Tell me, who did I leave behind?
You think it got to me, I can just read your mind
You think I'm so caught up in where I am right now
Uh, but believe I remember it all
I be with my nigga Chubbs, he in love with street shit
No wonder why I feel awkward at this Fashion Week shit
No wonder why I keep f*cking up the double-cheek kiss
And long for that ignorant Young Money Miami Beach shit
Couple artists got words for me, that's never fun
They say it's on when they see me, that day don't ever come
I'm never scared, they never real, I never run
When all is said and done, more is always said than done
And I was told once, things will change
By a nigga named Tip when my deal came
Told me it's all good, even when it feel strange
Now I'm that guy that know them strippers by their real names
Rochelle, Jordan
Thick bitches, they just talked me out of four grand
How'd a pile of kush become a mountain of truth?
How'd a bottle of wine become the fountain of youth?
Damn, my biggest fear is losing it all
Remember how I used to feel at the start of it
And now I'm living a motherf*ckin' fairy tale
And still trying to keep you feeling a part of it
Yeah, just lie to my ears
Tell me it feel the same, that's all I've been dying to hear
Lights get low and that's when I have my brightest ideas
And I heard my city feel better than ever
That's why I gotta come home
Tell me, who did I leave behind?
You think it got to me, I can just read your mind
You think I'm so caught up in where I am right now
Uh, but believe I remember it all
My mother is back to who she was years ago
It's like a new page me and her are beginning on
I wish she'd stop checking up on women I can't stand
'Cause I got new girls I could use her opinion on
She thinks I've become a slave to the wealth
But I'd never break the promises I made to myself
And I would never make up names for myself
Then change the names that I just gave to myself
Certain rappers would call me to say, "what up, though?"
I used to brag about it to my friends
And now I'm feeling like all of these niggas cutthroat
And maybe that's all they do is just pretend
Damn, but I bought it though, I believed it
Yeah, I thought it and I achieved it
Yeah, so show me love, show me f*ckin' love
'Cause I thought it was all I needed
Yeah, clearly I was wrong about it all along
And this'll be the year that I won't even feel shit
They trip off the amount of people that I brought along
But I'm just trying to be surrounded by some real shit
Need credentials for every one of these Toronto kids
I promised they'd see it with me, we just trying to live
I told 'em we about to get it and we finally did
Listen closely to my shit, I swear it's sounding like home
Tell me, who did I leave behind?
You think it got to me, I can just read your mind
You think I'm so caught up in where I am right now
Uh, but believe I remember it all
They say that all your old girls got somebody new
I said, "Damn, really? Even Rosemary? Even Leann Sealy?"
They said, "F*cking right, they were the first to go"
It's nothing personal
It's just that all them women that you slept on been working though
They've been saving up, new niggas came around, they been waking up
With, "I swear, you don't know this city anymore
They might have loved you before
But you're out here doing your thing, they don't know you"
Ah, sure they do, they just not as sincere
It's crazy all the emotions forgot in a year
She like, "Why you even give a f*ck, you not even here?"
Well, out there there ain't nothing for me
And I think I need to come home
Tell me, who did I leave behind?
You think it got to me, I can just read your mind
You think I'm so caught up in where I am right now
Uh, but believe I remember it all
I be with my nigga Chubbs, he in love with street shit
No wonder why I feel awkward at this Fashion Week shit
No wonder why I keep f*cking up the double-cheek kiss
And long for that ignorant Young Money Miami Beach shit
Couple artists got words for me, that's never fun
They say it's on when they see me, that day don't ever come
I'm never scared, they never real, I never run
When all is said and done, more is always said than done
And I was told once, things will change
By a nigga named Tip when my deal came
Told me it's all good, even when it feel strange
Now I'm that guy that know them strippers by their real names
Rochelle, Jordan
Thick bitches, they just talked me out of four grand
How'd a pile of kush become a mountain of truth?
How'd a bottle of wine become the fountain of youth?
Damn, my biggest fear is losing it all
Remember how I used to feel at the start of it
And now I'm living a motherf*ckin' fairy tale
And still trying to keep you feeling a part of it
Yeah, just lie to my ears
Tell me it feel the same, that's all I've been dying to hear
Lights get low and that's when I have my brightest ideas
And I heard my city feel better than ever
That's why I gotta come home
Tell me, who did I leave behind?
You think it got to me, I can just read your mind
You think I'm so caught up in where I am right now
Uh, but believe I remember it all
My mother is back to who she was years ago
It's like a new page me and her are beginning on
I wish she'd stop checking up on women I can't stand
'Cause I got new girls I could use her opinion on
She thinks I've become a slave to the wealth
But I'd never break the promises I made to myself
And I would never make up names for myself
Then change the names that I just gave to myself
Certain rappers would call me to say, "what up, though?"
I used to brag about it to my friends
And now I'm feeling like all of these niggas cutthroat
And maybe that's all they do is just pretend
Damn, but I bought it though, I believed it
Yeah, I thought it and I achieved it
Yeah, so show me love, show me f*ckin' love
'Cause I thought it was all I needed
Yeah, clearly I was wrong about it all along
And this'll be the year that I won't even feel shit
They trip off the amount of people that I brought along
But I'm just trying to be surrounded by some real shit
Need credentials for every one of these Toronto kids
I promised they'd see it with me, we just trying to live
I told 'em we about to get it and we finally did
Listen closely to my shit, I swear it's sounding like home
Tell me, who did I leave behind?
You think it got to me, I can just read your mind
You think I'm so caught up in where I am right now
Uh, but believe I remember it all
Writer: Aubrey Drake Graham, Noah James Shebib
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Free Spirit
[Rick Ross:]
Tat my name on you girl so I know it's real
Tat my f*cking name on you so I know it's real
[Verse 1: Drake]
Tell a bad bitch girl, let's go hang
You know me, rolex, gold chain
F*ck my young niggas, XO gang
Get so drunk you forget yo name
Incense, burning, smoking out to my own shit
Got black wood in my white Range, I'm taking off when that light change
I'm Drizzy Drake to my old bitches, Voodoo child to my new hoes
I miss this and I want it back, So I'm all in with these new flows
New flows, got new flows, rap is stress but it pays great
Pimp flows 'n screw flows, my shit be sounding like grape tapes, now
Lemme go an hit that cup, 1 time before a nigga hit that road
These days keep going by too fast, so give me anything that make shit go slow
Yea, money in my safe, but I'm living dangerous
They told me shit would change, but I don't really see no change in us
[Hook: Drake]
Tat my name on you so I know it's real
Tat my f*cking name on you so I know it's real
I know it hurts, But I ain't tryna hear it
'Cause when I'm not around, I'll still be there in spirit
You'll still be mine, yea, you'll still be mine
Tat my f*cking name on you, when I go you'll still be mine, yea
You'll still be mine, yea, I'll still be yours
Tat my f*cking name on you, let em know you love the boy, wassup
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I fondle the money, fornicate with a fortune
I play with her mind, she masturbate with my Porsche
It's simple love, it's simple math
Her chest nice, not a wrinkle in her ass
Puffin' purple hash welcome to my power circle
Sucker free, no snitching, and we know when cowards working
Rolls Royce rollin', rose gold rollie's
MBA accountants, amounts they get unholy
But mama still praying for her rubberband man
When them wheels land, Travis Barker drums playin'
Tap dance to my drum roll, I love a bitch that know to keep me one rolled
[Hook: Drake]
Tat my name on you so I know it's real
Tat my f*cking name on you so I know it's real
I know it hurts, But I ain't tryna hear it
'Cause when I'm not around, I'll still be there in spirit
You'll still be mine, yea, you'll still be mine
Tat my f*cking name on you, when I go you'll still be mine, yea
You'll still be mine, yea, I'll still be yours
Tat my f*cking name on you, let em know you love the boy, wassup
[Verse 3: Drake]
I don't have to work in the morning so I always stay for 1 more
F*ck what they say, I'm telling you there's no side effects I'm sure
Went from driving up on some old shit, to drivers opening doors
This is my town, if you need something just ask for it's yours
Yea, ask for it's yours, if you ask for it it's done
I could Western Union some money, get your passport and then come
You'll meet everybody I know, at first it might seem like a lot
But they're all playing their role, Put that on everything that I got
And all I care about is my city, man I can't say it enough
I done heard things about y'all that they can't say about us
I just hold it down for my side, I just hold it down for my sect
I give everybody a piece of this, and I make due what's left
Yea I do this shit to the death, yea I do this shit till I'm gone
Yea, I told you that it's our world, and you're foolish thinking I'm wrong, OOh
Stop asking how the f*cking needle feel, tat my f*cking name on you, let these niggas know it's real, wassup
[Hook:]
Tat my name on you so I know it's real
Tat my f*cking name on you so I know it's real
I know it hurts, But I ain't tryna hear it
'Cause when I'm not around, I'll still be there in spirit
You'll still be mine, yea, you'll still be mine
Tat my f*cking name on you, when I go you'll still be mine, yea
You'll still be mine, yea, I'll still be yours
Tat my f*cking name on you, let em know you love the boy, wassup
Tat my name on you girl so I know it's real
Tat my f*cking name on you so I know it's real
[Verse 1: Drake]
Tell a bad bitch girl, let's go hang
You know me, rolex, gold chain
F*ck my young niggas, XO gang
Get so drunk you forget yo name
Incense, burning, smoking out to my own shit
Got black wood in my white Range, I'm taking off when that light change
I'm Drizzy Drake to my old bitches, Voodoo child to my new hoes
I miss this and I want it back, So I'm all in with these new flows
New flows, got new flows, rap is stress but it pays great
Pimp flows 'n screw flows, my shit be sounding like grape tapes, now
Lemme go an hit that cup, 1 time before a nigga hit that road
These days keep going by too fast, so give me anything that make shit go slow
Yea, money in my safe, but I'm living dangerous
They told me shit would change, but I don't really see no change in us
[Hook: Drake]
Tat my name on you so I know it's real
Tat my f*cking name on you so I know it's real
I know it hurts, But I ain't tryna hear it
'Cause when I'm not around, I'll still be there in spirit
You'll still be mine, yea, you'll still be mine
Tat my f*cking name on you, when I go you'll still be mine, yea
You'll still be mine, yea, I'll still be yours
Tat my f*cking name on you, let em know you love the boy, wassup
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I fondle the money, fornicate with a fortune
I play with her mind, she masturbate with my Porsche
It's simple love, it's simple math
Her chest nice, not a wrinkle in her ass
Puffin' purple hash welcome to my power circle
Sucker free, no snitching, and we know when cowards working
Rolls Royce rollin', rose gold rollie's
MBA accountants, amounts they get unholy
But mama still praying for her rubberband man
When them wheels land, Travis Barker drums playin'
Tap dance to my drum roll, I love a bitch that know to keep me one rolled
[Hook: Drake]
Tat my name on you so I know it's real
Tat my f*cking name on you so I know it's real
I know it hurts, But I ain't tryna hear it
'Cause when I'm not around, I'll still be there in spirit
You'll still be mine, yea, you'll still be mine
Tat my f*cking name on you, when I go you'll still be mine, yea
You'll still be mine, yea, I'll still be yours
Tat my f*cking name on you, let em know you love the boy, wassup
[Verse 3: Drake]
I don't have to work in the morning so I always stay for 1 more
F*ck what they say, I'm telling you there's no side effects I'm sure
Went from driving up on some old shit, to drivers opening doors
This is my town, if you need something just ask for it's yours
Yea, ask for it's yours, if you ask for it it's done
I could Western Union some money, get your passport and then come
You'll meet everybody I know, at first it might seem like a lot
But they're all playing their role, Put that on everything that I got
And all I care about is my city, man I can't say it enough
I done heard things about y'all that they can't say about us
I just hold it down for my side, I just hold it down for my sect
I give everybody a piece of this, and I make due what's left
Yea I do this shit to the death, yea I do this shit till I'm gone
Yea, I told you that it's our world, and you're foolish thinking I'm wrong, OOh
Stop asking how the f*cking needle feel, tat my f*cking name on you, let these niggas know it's real, wassup
[Hook:]
Tat my name on you so I know it's real
Tat my f*cking name on you so I know it's real
I know it hurts, But I ain't tryna hear it
'Cause when I'm not around, I'll still be there in spirit
You'll still be mine, yea, you'll still be mine
Tat my f*cking name on you, when I go you'll still be mine, yea
You'll still be mine, yea, I'll still be yours
Tat my f*cking name on you, let em know you love the boy, wassup
Writer: Aubrey Graham, Noah Shebib, Sade Adu, Stuart Matthewman, William Roberts
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Heat of the Moment
All the school kids are so sick of books and learnin'
They don't read anymore, they don't even read anymore
They just wanna be like all the rappers that I can't stand
Niggas we don't need anymore
All the niggas we don't need anymore
And all the cops are still hangin' out at the doughnut shops
Talkin' 'bout how the weather's changin'
The ice is meltin' as if the world is endin'
She asked me
"Who are you gonna be when it's all over? When it's all over?"
She asked me
"Who are you gonna be when it's all over? When it's all over?"
I don't wanna think about that right now
Heat of the moment
Heat of the moment, girl, heat of the moment
I ain't even got a strap if you think we really need one I'm on it
The last man f*cked up, I'll take it since he doesn't want it
Everything straight in the heat of the moment, heat of the moment
What are we even doing?
Ridin' clean
With you on my mind and I'm thinkin' dirty things
Yes Lord, yes Lord, yes Lord
I've seen some things
I wish we had met when I was in my teens
Yes Lord, yes Lord, yes Lord
Cause these days I only know conditional love
I'm not used to settlin' down
I'm too used to switchin' it up, oh
And she says, "you don't know how good it is to be you cause you're him"
And I say "well, goddamn"
Then ask myself
Who am I gonna be when it's all over? When it's all over?
Who am I gonna be when it's all over? When it's all over?
I don't wanna think about that right now
Heat of the moment
Heat of the moment, girl, heat of the moment
I ain't even got a strap if you think we really need one I'm on it
The last man f*cked up, I'll take it since he doesn't want it
Can't think straight in the heat of the moment, heat of the moment
They don't read anymore, they don't even read anymore
They just wanna be like all the rappers that I can't stand
Niggas we don't need anymore
All the niggas we don't need anymore
And all the cops are still hangin' out at the doughnut shops
Talkin' 'bout how the weather's changin'
The ice is meltin' as if the world is endin'
She asked me
"Who are you gonna be when it's all over? When it's all over?"
She asked me
"Who are you gonna be when it's all over? When it's all over?"
I don't wanna think about that right now
Heat of the moment
Heat of the moment, girl, heat of the moment
I ain't even got a strap if you think we really need one I'm on it
The last man f*cked up, I'll take it since he doesn't want it
Everything straight in the heat of the moment, heat of the moment
What are we even doing?
Ridin' clean
With you on my mind and I'm thinkin' dirty things
Yes Lord, yes Lord, yes Lord
I've seen some things
I wish we had met when I was in my teens
Yes Lord, yes Lord, yes Lord
Cause these days I only know conditional love
I'm not used to settlin' down
I'm too used to switchin' it up, oh
And she says, "you don't know how good it is to be you cause you're him"
And I say "well, goddamn"
Then ask myself
Who am I gonna be when it's all over? When it's all over?
Who am I gonna be when it's all over? When it's all over?
I don't wanna think about that right now
Heat of the moment
Heat of the moment, girl, heat of the moment
I ain't even got a strap if you think we really need one I'm on it
The last man f*cked up, I'll take it since he doesn't want it
Can't think straight in the heat of the moment, heat of the moment
Writer: Aubrey Drake Graham
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Girls Love Beyonce
[Verse 1: Drake]
Look
I know girls love Beyoncé
Girls love to f*ck with your conscience
Girls hate when niggas go missing and shawty you ain't no different
These days it's hard to meet women
Feel like my love life is finished
I've been avoiding commitment
That's why I'm in this position
I'm scared to let somebody in on this
No new friends, no no no
You know how this shit go
You got your fair share of admirers that call your phone
You try to act like it's just me, but I'm not alone
But if you're alone then, say my name, say my name
[Hook: James Fauntleroy]
Say my name, say my name
When no one is around you
Say, "Baby, I love you"
If you ain't running games
Say my name, say my name
You actin' kinda shady, baby
Why the sudden change?
Say my name
Say my name
Say my name
Say my name, say my name
If no one is around you
[Verse 2: Drake]
Yeah
Uh
Say my name, say my name
'Cause those other men are practice
And this ain't no time for actin'
And this ain't no time for games
And this ain't no time for uncertainty
And this ain't no time for locking your phone and not coming home
and startin' some shit when I'm in the zone
This is why I've been saying
No new friends, no no no
You know how this shit goes
This is not four years ago
Time escapes me
Now forget how it felt when this shit move slow
I come through in whips that make a young boy take the long way home
All my young boys 'round me saying, "Get money and f*ck these hoes"
Where we learn these values? I do not know what to tell you
I'm just trying to find a reason not to go out every evening
I need someone that'll help me think of someone besides myself
I need someone I leave through the front door with
'Cause we don't wanna hide no more
'Cause you're not shy no more
Neither one of us wanna play the side no more
No, I'm not alone
Even though nothing was the same
Let me get your ass alone
Let me make you say my name
Say my name
[Hook: James Fauntleroy]
Say my name, say my name
When no one is around you
Say, "Baby, I love you"
If you ain't running games
Say my name, say my name
You actin' kinda shady, baby
Why the sudden change?
Say my name
Say my name
Say my name
Say my name, say my name
If no one is around you
Look
I know girls love Beyoncé
Girls love to f*ck with your conscience
Girls hate when niggas go missing and shawty you ain't no different
These days it's hard to meet women
Feel like my love life is finished
I've been avoiding commitment
That's why I'm in this position
I'm scared to let somebody in on this
No new friends, no no no
You know how this shit go
You got your fair share of admirers that call your phone
You try to act like it's just me, but I'm not alone
But if you're alone then, say my name, say my name
[Hook: James Fauntleroy]
Say my name, say my name
When no one is around you
Say, "Baby, I love you"
If you ain't running games
Say my name, say my name
You actin' kinda shady, baby
Why the sudden change?
Say my name
Say my name
Say my name
Say my name, say my name
If no one is around you
[Verse 2: Drake]
Yeah
Uh
Say my name, say my name
'Cause those other men are practice
And this ain't no time for actin'
And this ain't no time for games
And this ain't no time for uncertainty
And this ain't no time for locking your phone and not coming home
and startin' some shit when I'm in the zone
This is why I've been saying
No new friends, no no no
You know how this shit goes
This is not four years ago
Time escapes me
Now forget how it felt when this shit move slow
I come through in whips that make a young boy take the long way home
All my young boys 'round me saying, "Get money and f*ck these hoes"
Where we learn these values? I do not know what to tell you
I'm just trying to find a reason not to go out every evening
I need someone that'll help me think of someone besides myself
I need someone I leave through the front door with
'Cause we don't wanna hide no more
'Cause you're not shy no more
Neither one of us wanna play the side no more
No, I'm not alone
Even though nothing was the same
Let me get your ass alone
Let me make you say my name
Say my name
[Hook: James Fauntleroy]
Say my name, say my name
When no one is around you
Say, "Baby, I love you"
If you ain't running games
Say my name, say my name
You actin' kinda shady, baby
Why the sudden change?
Say my name
Say my name
Say my name
Say my name, say my name
If no one is around you
Writer: Aubrey Drake Graham, Beyonce Giselle Knowles, Fred III Jerkins, James Edward II Fauntleroy, Kelendria Trene Rowland, Lashawn Daniels, Latavia Roberson, Letoya Nicole Luckett, Noah James Shebib, Rodney Roy Jerkins, Wade O. Brown
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O DistroKid, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O DistroKid, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Paris Morton Music
Would've came back for you
I just needed time to do what I had to do
Caught in the life, I can't let it go
Whether that's right, I will never know
Hope you forgive me, never meant wrong
Tried to be patient, waited too long
But I would've came back
But I would've came back for you (uh, would've came)
Would've came back, would've came back (would've came)
I talk slicker than a pimp from Augusta
Who just had his linen suit dry-cleaned
Bitches, what's up with y'all?
I hate calling the women bitches, but the bitches love it
I took some sense and made a nickel of it
I'm urging all daughters to kiss their mothers
With those lips that all that lipstick covers
You're never too grown up to miss and hug her
And girls counting on me to be there like missing rubbers
I'm on some Marvin Gaye shit, a bunch of distant lovers
This ain't the life that I'm used to
Reintroduced to people I've been introduced to, did you forget me?
Or are you too scared to tell me that you met me
And fear that I won't remember?
I wish you could still accept me for me
I miss Memphis, Tennessee, my cousins, my dad
The simplistic beauty that all of them Southerners have
I'm halfway across the world with dozens of bags
Feeling like all four members of Color Me Badd
In one nigga, amazing shit
I got that Courtney Love for you, that crazy shit
I don't drink every bottle I own, I be aging shit
And I got them wedding ring flows, that engaging shit
Which one of y'all got fleets on your key chains?
The seats for these Heat games?
I really think that you stare at yourself and you see things
La Familia, I've been inducted and instructed
To stunt on these niggas we don't really f*ck with, f*ck is up?
Having lunch and debating Ferrari prices
23 and going through a midlife crisis
But trust me, I still deliver like a midwife
And no, I'm not saying I'm the nicest, I just live life like it
Uh, it take a certain type of man to teach
To be far from hood, but to understand the streets
I never threw away that paper with my Grammy speech
Because I haven't hit the pinnacles I plan to reach
Yeah, you gotta own it if you want it
Kisses all on her body, she tells me live in the moment
And, baby, I'll never forget none of that
Girl, I told you I was coming back
Would've came back for you
I just needed time to do what I had to do
Caught in the life, I can't let it go
Whether that's right, I will never know
Hope you forgive me, never meant wrong
Tried to be patient, waited too long
But I would've came back
But I would've came back for you (uh, would've came)
Would've came back, would've came back (would've came)
I just needed time to do what I had to do
Caught in the life, I can't let it go
Whether that's right, I will never know
Hope you forgive me, never meant wrong
Tried to be patient, waited too long
But I would've came back
But I would've came back for you (uh, would've came)
Would've came back, would've came back (would've came)
I talk slicker than a pimp from Augusta
Who just had his linen suit dry-cleaned
Bitches, what's up with y'all?
I hate calling the women bitches, but the bitches love it
I took some sense and made a nickel of it
I'm urging all daughters to kiss their mothers
With those lips that all that lipstick covers
You're never too grown up to miss and hug her
And girls counting on me to be there like missing rubbers
I'm on some Marvin Gaye shit, a bunch of distant lovers
This ain't the life that I'm used to
Reintroduced to people I've been introduced to, did you forget me?
Or are you too scared to tell me that you met me
And fear that I won't remember?
I wish you could still accept me for me
I miss Memphis, Tennessee, my cousins, my dad
The simplistic beauty that all of them Southerners have
I'm halfway across the world with dozens of bags
Feeling like all four members of Color Me Badd
In one nigga, amazing shit
I got that Courtney Love for you, that crazy shit
I don't drink every bottle I own, I be aging shit
And I got them wedding ring flows, that engaging shit
Which one of y'all got fleets on your key chains?
The seats for these Heat games?
I really think that you stare at yourself and you see things
La Familia, I've been inducted and instructed
To stunt on these niggas we don't really f*ck with, f*ck is up?
Having lunch and debating Ferrari prices
23 and going through a midlife crisis
But trust me, I still deliver like a midwife
And no, I'm not saying I'm the nicest, I just live life like it
Uh, it take a certain type of man to teach
To be far from hood, but to understand the streets
I never threw away that paper with my Grammy speech
Because I haven't hit the pinnacles I plan to reach
Yeah, you gotta own it if you want it
Kisses all on her body, she tells me live in the moment
And, baby, I'll never forget none of that
Girl, I told you I was coming back
Would've came back for you
I just needed time to do what I had to do
Caught in the life, I can't let it go
Whether that's right, I will never know
Hope you forgive me, never meant wrong
Tried to be patient, waited too long
But I would've came back
But I would've came back for you (uh, would've came)
Would've came back, would've came back (would've came)
Writer: Aubrey Drake Graham, Erik Ortiz, Kevin Crowe
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Can I?
Can I, baby? Can I, baby?
Can I, baby? Can I, baby?
Can I, bring you to the six where I really stay, baby?
Show you why I am the way I am
Can I, tell you what I think my biggest flaw is, baby?
I try to be consistent, but I can't
Can I, have an honest moment wit' you right now, baby?
Tell me who the f*ck you want to be
Can I, get an honest answer from you right now, baby
'Cause all we ever talk about is me
Can I, before I turn the lights out
'Fore I turn the lights out, tell me who the f*ck you want to be
Can I, call instead of text you on the hotline?
Sometimes a nigga wanna hear your voice
Can I, see you right now, I know the sun is up, baby?
Sorry, you don't really have a choice
Can I, ever make you feel like I'm down for you, baby?
You do so much more for them than me
Can I, finally take the time and open up to you, baby?
'Cause that's the side you never get to see
Can I, before I turn the lights out?
'Fore I turn the lights out, tell me who the f*ck you want to be
Can I, baby?
Can I, before I turn the lights out
Can I, baby?
Can I, baby?
Can I, baby?
Can I, baby?
Can I, before I turn the lights out
Tell me who the f*ck you wanna be
Can I?
Can I, baby?
Can I, baby?
Can I, baby?
Can I? Before I turn the lights out
one more time
Tell me who the f*ck you wanna be
Before I turn the lights out
Can I, baby? Can I, baby?
Can I, bring you to the six where I really stay, baby?
Show you why I am the way I am
Can I, tell you what I think my biggest flaw is, baby?
I try to be consistent, but I can't
Can I, have an honest moment wit' you right now, baby?
Tell me who the f*ck you want to be
Can I, get an honest answer from you right now, baby
'Cause all we ever talk about is me
Can I, before I turn the lights out
'Fore I turn the lights out, tell me who the f*ck you want to be
Can I, call instead of text you on the hotline?
Sometimes a nigga wanna hear your voice
Can I, see you right now, I know the sun is up, baby?
Sorry, you don't really have a choice
Can I, ever make you feel like I'm down for you, baby?
You do so much more for them than me
Can I, finally take the time and open up to you, baby?
'Cause that's the side you never get to see
Can I, before I turn the lights out?
'Fore I turn the lights out, tell me who the f*ck you want to be
Can I, baby?
Can I, before I turn the lights out
Can I, baby?
Can I, baby?
Can I, baby?
Can I, baby?
Can I, before I turn the lights out
Tell me who the f*ck you wanna be
Can I?
Can I, baby?
Can I, baby?
Can I, baby?
Can I? Before I turn the lights out
one more time
Tell me who the f*ck you wanna be
Before I turn the lights out
Writer: Aubrey Graham, Beyonce Knowles
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
