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1Xtra Freestyle lyrics - Drake

Who else really trying to mess with Hollywood Cole

I'm with Marley G though

Treating Birmingham just like my Hollywood shows

I'm trying to tell you something that you probably should know

This that Slum Dog Millionaire Bollywood flow and uh

My real friends never hearing from me

Fake friends write the wrong answers on the mirror for me

That's why I pick and choose, I don't get shit confused

I got a small circle, I'm not with different crews

We walk the same path, but got on different shoes

Live in the same building, but we got different views

I got a couple cars, I never get to lose

Don't like my women single, I like my chicks in twos

And these days all the girls are down to roll

We hit the strip club, and all them girls find a pole

I live fast die young, never take it slow

Tell your girl to tell a friend that it's time to go

And tell me today's weather

I know they say they're good, but trust me I'm better

I sound like the coldest Miami night ever

I'm cold but still hot you can't decide on a sweater

Really it's whatever

I am murdering and this is so amusing

If they're a sight to see then I am an illusion

I tell you I'm the man baby what is the confusion

And if they're still sleeping on me, someone hit the snooze then

And keep sleeping while I sell a couple million

I'm headed for the moon, I ain't bout to hit the ceiling

I'm about to hit the club, women tell me I'm appealing

But fuck what they say let me tell you how I'm feeling

I'm drinking

These London street lamps got a real glow

Dizzy playing driving fast but it feels slow

And ask your man, he a hater, baby, he don't know

I could kick a punt and turn that shit into a field goal

This here was meant to get buried

I got a lot of things, I mention those barely

I ain't lying to the kids like the dentist ain't scary

I'm what Lebron was to Saint Vincent, Saint Marry

But I ain't playing high school games

Pulling McLarence through a McDonald's drive through lane

I'm to fly, I keep it hip hop like Afu-Ra

Baby girl on that McLaren

You gotta lift the doors

Blades chopping through the city streets, liquid swords

I do it better than the best could

You know what it is, Drake and Tim Westwood

Behind Barz lyrics - Drake

(from "Top Boy" soundtrack)

Yeah, look

You know how the paigon chit-chat goes

I like R's and V's and O's

I don't really play no tic-tac-toe

Been with Chubbs through highs and lows

We seen man last night, they froze

Wasn't no cameras, wasn't no pose

Just like that one time at 'Chella

Good thing man weren't pullin' out phones

Stay in big six-six with woes

Man start dissin' and doin' reposts

They do anything except road

Still can't see them after it snows

I don't have time for the wasteman jokes

Personal ting if I'm gettin' up close

Loyal to O 'cause I've taken a oath

Versace hotel and I'm takin' the robes

Seen 'em in person, I'm seein' a ghost

They told me relax 'cause they're takin' control

Take all that shit up with P and his bro

I wish you the best, let me know how it goes

Wanna be free and I wanna let go

We came around and you showed us the most

I know so much shit that I cannot expose

I keep it inside and I laugh on my own

Got all the tea and I'm hottin' it up

I need a shade mansion, a room's not enough

You're droppin' some shit but that shit was a bust

They got no direction, they're followin' us

I come from a city that they never touch

Your man is a goofy and he could get brushed

I can't name a rapper or girl that I trust

I dream about turnin' these yutes into dust

Ayy, ayy, ayy

Yeah

You know how the paigon chit-chat goes

I like R's and V's and O's

I don't really play no tic-tac-toe

Been with Roxx through highs and lows

We seen man last night, they froze

Wasn't no cameras, wasn't no pose

Just like that one time at Nobu

Good thing man weren't pullin' out phones

Think you know me? That's not true

We got ties in West End too

She came over and she got slewed

Throwin' up six like man had flu

I got way too big off Views

Back to the basics, I won't lose

They wanna link when they got no chunes

They too worried 'bout sellin' out shoes

I don't give a fuck 'bout jeans and crep

Or goin' to Milan or goin' to the Met

I just wanna make these songs for the set

I just wanna load that and let that wet

I got so much tings in the stash

Fold up anyone, dun that clash

Got no sense like Jizzle and shh

Big and bad like leader and shh

Can't do love 'cause they get too attached

Phone get broke and whip get scratched

I'ma just take my knots in cash

They can never tie me down, that's facts

All that bark but we know he's a cat

I don't really like goin' tit for tat

I'ma just come like tat-tat-tat

I'ma just end that there, that's that

Behind Barz (Link Up TV Freestyle) lyrics - Drake

Yeah, Link Up TV, Behind Barz

Big up man like Rashid, Joey, Tadas, yeah

Shout-out Giggs for settin' the ting

SN1, OVO

Mm-hmm, yeah, look

You know how the paigon chit-chat goes

I like Rs and Vs and Os

I don't really play no tic-tac-toe

Been with Chubbs through highs and lows

We seen man last night, they froze

Wasn't no cameras, wasn't no pose

Just like that one time at 'Chella

Good thing man weren't pullin' out phones

Staying in big six-six with woes

Man start dissin' and doin' reposts

They do anything except road

Still can't see them after it snows

I don't have time for the wasteman jokes

Personal ting if I'm gettin' up close

Loyal to O 'cause I've taken a oath

Versace hotel and I'm takin' the robes

Seen 'em in person, I'm seein' a ghost

They told me relax 'cause they're takin' control

Take all that shit up with P and his bro

I wish you the best, let me know how it goes

Wanna be free and I wanna let go

We came around and you showed us the most

I know so much shit that I cannot expose

I keep it inside and I laugh on my own

Got all the tea and I'm hottin' it up

I need a shade mansion, a room's not enough

You're droppin' some shit but that shit was a bust

They got no direction, they're followin' us

I come from a city that they never touch

Your man is a goofy and he could get rushed

I can't name a rapper or girl that I trust

I dream about turnin' these yutes into dust

Yeah, yeah

Big Scorpion, out now

Yeah, look

You know how the paigon chit-chat goes

I like Rs and Vs and Os

I don't really play no tic-tac-toe

Been with Roxx through highs and lows

We seen man last night, they froze

Wasn't no cameras, wasn't no pose

Just like that one time at Nobu

Good thing man weren't pullin' out phones

Think you know me? That's not true

We got ties in West End too

She came over and she got slewed

Throwin' up six like man had flu

I got way too big off Views

Back to the basics, I won't lose

They wanna link when they got no chunes

They too worried 'bout sellin' out shoes

I don't give a fuck about jeans and crep

Or goin' to Milan or goin' to the Met

I just wanna make these songs for the set

I just wanna load that and let that wet

I got so much tings in the stash

Fold up anyone, dun that clash

Got no sense like Jizzle and shh

Big and bad like leader and shh

Can't do love 'cause they get too attached

Phone get broke and whip get scratched

I'ma just take my knots in cash

They can never tie me down, that's facts

All that bark but we know he's a cat

I don't really like goin' tit for tat

I'ma just come like tat-tat-tat

I'ma just end that there, that's that

Yeah, Link Up TV

Drizzy Drake

Maddas, jheeze!

Duppy Freestyle lyrics - Drake

I'm in shock

The nerve, the audacity

Okay

So if you rebuke me for working with someone else on a couple of Vs

What do you really think of the nigga that's making your beats?

I've done things for him I thought that he never would need

Father had to stretch his hands out and get it from me

I pop style for 30 hours, then let him repeat

Now, you popping up with the jokes, I'm dead, I'm asleep

I just left from over by y'all putting pen to the sheets

Tired of sitting quiet, and helping my enemies eat

Keep getting temperature checks

They know that my head overheats

Don't know why the fuck you niggas listen to Denim or Steve

Must've had your Infrared wrong, now your head in the beam

Y'all are the spitting image of whatever jealousy breeds

Don't push me when I'm in album mode

You're not even top 5 as far as your label talent goes

You send shots, well, I got to challenge those

But I bring Calicos to the Alamo

I could never have a Virgil in my circle and hold him back 'cause he makes me nervous

I wanna see my brothers flourish to their higher purpose

You niggas leeches and serpents

I think it's good that now the teachers are learning, yeah

Your brother said, it was your cousin then him, then you

So, you don't rap what you did, you just rap what you knew

Don't be ashamed, it's plenty niggas that do what you do

There's no malice in your heart, you're an approachable dude

Man, you might've sold to college kids for Nike and Mercedes

But you act like you sold drugs for Escobar in the '80s

I had a microphone of yours, but then the signature faded

I think that pretty much resembles what's been happening lately

Please believe your demise will be televised, yeah

And as for Q, man, I changed his life a couple times

Nigga was at Kroger working double time

Ya'll acting like he made the boy when I was trying to help the guy

Yeah, who gassed you to play with me?

Man, you made this shit as easy as ABCs

Whoever supposedly making me hits, but then got no hits sound like they need me

My hooks did it, my lyrics did it, my spirit did it

I'm fearless with it, yeah

I really shouldn't have given you none of my time

'Cause you older than the nigga you running behind

Look, holla at me when you multi-million

I told you keep playing with my name and I'ma let it ring on you

Like Virginia Williams

I'm too resilient, get out your feelings

It's gonna be a cruel summer for you

I told Weezy and Baby, "I'ma done him for you"

Tell 'Ye we got a invoice coming to you

Considering that we just sold another 20 for you

To be honest

Duppy

Fire In The Booth lyrics - Drake

Yeah

I been waiting on this one Charlie, for real

I've been waitin' Driz

I've been waitin', let's get 'em bro

Nah, for real

Shout out Boi-1da too

Mm, I like that

Let's get 'em Driz

You don't have a drink, you're not drinking or what?

I got a drink bro

Ha ha ha ha, I like that

I got my drink right here. Cheers my bro

Toast up man

Yeah, okay, yeah

Goldman Sachs, they wanna hold my racks

Hedge fund investors talk to Adel like he the expert

I hear it in their tone when they address him

We way too connected

Tom Ford assistant texted asking if I want classic or double breasted

I flex with broad shoulders

When I walk through the halls they move over

Stories of how we handle ours start to travel like a lone soldier

I told you

You hold your girl the same way that I hold composure

Or hold the wheel of the Fuji white Rover

Silverstein dinners, all kosher

Never rushin'

My niggas really made somethin' from nothin'

Dodge sentences like they don't wanna discuss it, change subject

Got the Benny Yang chains rubbin', never tucked in

Waiting to inhale

Things that I own will sell at auction as proof we did well

My house museum-scale

The only skeletons here are the ones from the nights I raised hell

Make sure the staff are paid well

Make 'em think twice 'bout the stories that they tell

No one knows when the plan is hatchin'

I'ma let 'em walk on eggshells

Tiptoe, niggas better know

Wow, man like Drizzy Drake!

Yeah

Got his foot on your neck man

What time is it? What time is it? It's like two in the morning right now

Yeah, well it's real late over here

It's me and Charlie, that's it, you hear me? We got the whole building to ourselves

We got the building. Kill them again, kill them again Driz, kill them!

Y'all keepin' the score while watchin' me score

Y'all keep the awards, I'll take the rewards

If y'all goin' for fun, I'll stay and record

But if y'all goin' to war I'm there for sure

Wouldn't miss it

I'm living next to Michael, Bobby, Ralph, Johnny

My neighbors soundin' like New Edition

That's these guys

Us guys don't wear New Balance or Levi's

Key West retirement plan

Grippin' the Callaway club in my hand

Hittin' balls off of the balcony into the sand

Tryna see where they land

October Firm the new chain of command

El chico, this verse is the explanation for the large ego

100 mill' hands free like Ronaldinho

I go from Star to Venetian in a small speedboat with girls we know

Take your pick, Brooke or Tanya

Both those shorties'd leave their GPS on so I can find ya

Drop __cpLocation

Spring break trips, I'm in hot rotation

I took a lot of my brothers from B and E licks or the pot rotation

To ridin' shotgun in a Picasso painting

Tricks up sleeves, have 'em playin' innocent to get the shits I need

Loyalty is priceless to me and this I see

Before I ever seen this shit tatted on P and tatted on C and tatted on me

I speak truth and get to shatterin' dreams

So it's best to tiptoe, niggas better know, yeah

Drizzy Drake! You're an animal Drake! You already know that you an animal bruh! Animal!

I'm saucy!

Saucy! You just stepped out of the club straight into the booth like it's light. Tear up the ting in one take!

Showed up for you, you know what I'm sayin'?

My brother Drizzy

My brother, you already know

Wow. And you know what it's like. You stepped out the club into the booth to prove to everyone why you number one bro. Why you got your foot on their necks!

Nah for real. I stepped in here, SN1, OVO, Fire in the Booth, Charlie Sloth. Come on. The official. I rock with the official. I'm on official ting, you know what it is man. Come on, come on

Ay bro, it feels like that's another moment there, you know what? Like, I got to say this to you on the real bro. The way that you've embraced British culture will be remembered forever. And the UK love you. The real G's over here, you know that bro. When you go to your parties, you see who's in your parties

Nah, you know what it is, of course

It's the certies

Nah, listen, but listen. It's a family and it's a big family, you know what it is. I'm just happy to be home, like I said man

My brother, man. Foot on neck time

Yo, are these guys dumb? You see the big man Charlie too, oh my goodness

My brother Drizzy. I can hear these rappers' prayers man

Nah, I'm heated for you right now

They're like, "Yo, please tell Drizzy to take his foot off my neck!"

Nah, I'm heated right now man, oh my goodness. Shout out French Montana, my brother, you know what I'm sayin'? The big wave, yeah. Shout out Huncho, Quavo. Shout out Offset, blessings on the new ting. Oh my goodness. Shout out, yo–. I could go for hours. Charlie, come on man

Ay, you could go for hours. I was at your party the other night, I've seen who was there. I'm like, "Whoa!" There's a lot of people, there was a lot of faces in that party

Nah, I don't wanna hear no chat for the whole 18 about Charlie Sloth. Are you dumb? Alright. Jheeze, jheeze

And that right there: one take. A real moment right there

Yeah, jhee!

And that's Fire in the Booth my guy!

And I'll be back January-February part two, you know what time it is. Come on!

Okay, okay

Shout out all the G's too, man. Shout out all the artists man. Everybody from here doin' their thing. I'm telling you. Big inspiration. London, England, come on man

Come on! You know I've applied for your passport, right?

Ha ha ha. I need that

Five Points Freestyle lyrics - Drake

Yeah, yeah

Y'all must be listening to Mies 'cause y'all doing less

Never more, shoulda guessed, rapping on beats like they pilots

Made a couple milli then I bought myself a cool house

With a pool house designed by Rem Koolhaas

I'm talking OMA, you're like OMG

I'm SOM, you're SOL, you SOB

Some call me Biggie, some call me Bjarke

Either way, I'm notorious: B.I.G

I heard your new tape and I laughed, like

Zaha ha ha ha ha ha ha Hadid

My bars are art so they're on those walls

My bars hard like Ando's walls (that's real)

Your minimal mind is kinda blank, scary

Your momma's face designed by Frank Gehry (oh god)

I need a final bar that oughta do it, I know

You couldn't bring down the house if it was called Pruitt Igoe

Girls Need Love (Remix) lyrics - Summer Walker & Drake

[Summer Walker:]

Honestly

Honestly, I'm tryin' to stay focused

You must think I've got to be joking when I say

I don't think I can wait

I just need it now, better swing my way

I just need some dick, I just need some love

Tired of fucking with these lame niggas, baby

I just need a thug

Won't you be my plug? Ayy

You could be the one, ayy

We could start with a handshake, baby

I'ma need more than a hug

Girls can't never say they want it

Girls can't never say how

Girls can't never say they need it

Girls can't never say now

Girls can't never say they want it

Girls can't never say how

Girls can't never say they need it

Girls can't never say now, oh now

[Summer Walker (Drake):]

Give it to me like you need it, baby

Want you to hear me screaming, heavy breathing

I don't need a reason, baby

I want it 'til you can't fight

I can give it to you right, babe, oh

I wanna be your healing

I can be real good

Please don't get in your feelings

Ayy, I need some lo-o-o-o-ove

Ayy, I need some lo-o-o-o-ove

Ayy, I need some lo-o-o-o-ove

Ayy, and you can't judge (I won't)

[Drake:]

You don't really call on me like you should

Link up, I'll roll through the hood

Problems, but everything's all good, my love

Your nigga doesn't want smoke with me, nah, no way

Trust me, it's all okay, trust me, it's all

You just need some, someone that's calm and patient

Submission, domination

Arched back, deep stroke

White wine, weed smoke

That's my best combination

You just need some dick with no complications

You just need some, you just need some

Late-night attention, uncondition

All that you're missing, my babe

Fucked up, shouldn't even have to justify

I get it, I'm on your side, guys get their way all the time

Besides, pleasure not meant for one side

You should just do what's best for your mind

How 'bout I just take my time?

You call up my line, I fall up inside you

Girls need love, too, I know

[Summer Walker:]

Girls need love, too (Yeah)

Girls, girls need love, too (Ooh)

Girls need love (Let me tell you something)

Girls need love (Girls need loving, too, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Girls need love, too

Girls need love, too

(So what's a girl to do when she needs loving, too?)

Girls need love, too

Girls, girls need love, too

In The Cut lyrics - Drake (feat. Roddy Ricch)

Ay, yeah

Pipe this shit up and I turn this shit up

When I was down, I was down

Now them diamonds for fun like damn

Ay, yeah

Trendsetter, Ben Frank getter (Yeah)

Whip whatever, whip whatever

I buy diamonds when I'm under pressure (Yeah)

When I apply it, shit don't ever let up, yeah

Look, I'm in the cut, the boy in the cut

Jump in the whip where the ceilings go up, we up

All of this grindin' for what?

It's funny when you niggas thought it was luck

I cannot give you a pass if you play with my money and family and friends

And I compete with myself while you niggas competin' with trends

Your foreign is used, I looked up the VIN

I know the truth, no use in pretendin' with him

Still in the cut, the boy in the cut

Hop in the whip where the ceilings go up, we up

And I'm way up at the top of the loft

Gotta stay up, ain't no knockin' me off

Pull up smooth, A.I. with the cross

Countin' up wins on wins on wins, for all of my dogs I lost

I might call Pharrell, get the new Chanel

Thugger got the YSL, huh

I remember when the Feds did the sweep, I pray my dogs didn't tell, huh

Cruisin' down Biscayne

I was in Miami, she gave me top with the top off

Cartier wrist gang, got her a Audemar

She got the head, knock your socks off

You ain't gettin' money, you ain't fuckin' with me

You ain't in your bitch top five

I might pull up in the Six with Drizzy

I was just in Houston, fuckin' with the mob ties

We don't never ever play two sides

Hang out the Phantom, it's suicide

They ridin' my wave like a rogue tide

My necklace is wet like the poolside

Still in the cut, the boy in the cut, yeah

Hop in the whip where the ceilings go up, we up

Laugh Now Cry Later lyrics - Drake (feat. Lil Durk)

Whoa, whoa

Yeah

Sometimes we laugh and sometimes we cry, but I guess you know now, baby

I took a half and she took the whole thing, slow down, baby

We took a trip, now we on your block and it's like a ghost town, baby

Where do these niggas be at when they say they're doin' all this and all that?

Tired of beefin' you bums, you can't even pay me enough to react

Been wakin' up in the crib and sometimes I don't even know where I'm at

Please don't play that nigga songs in this party, I can't even listen to that

Anytime that I ran into somebody, it must be a victory lap, ay

Shorty, come sit on my lap, ay, they're sayin' Drizzy just snap

Distance between us is not like a store, this isn't a closeable gap, ay

I've seen some niggas attack and don't end up makin' it back

I know that they're at the crib goin' crazy, down bad

What they had didn't last, damn, baby

Sometimes we laugh and sometimes we cry, but I guess you know now, baby

I took a half and she took the whole thing, slow down, baby

We took a trip, now we on your block and it's like a ghost town, baby

Where do these niggas be at when they say they're doin' all this and all that?

I'm in the trenches, relax

Can you not play that little boy in the club? 'Cause we do not listen to rats

We in Atlanta, I buy her a wig, she tellin' me Tae is the best

Point at the nigga who act like a killer, but you only one from the 'net

I'm like DaBaby, I'm not just a rapper, you play with me, you gon' get stretched

Ooh-oh

Bring Drake to the hood, surround Drake around Dracs

Even though I got a case, I'ma do what it take

And I never been embraced

And the money's hard to make

So I bet they're on their face right now

I know that they're at the crib goin' crazy, down bad

What they had didn't last, damn, baby

Sometimes we laugh and sometimes we cry, but I guess you know now, baby

I took a half and she took the whole thing, slow down, baby

We took a trip, now we on your block and it's like a ghost town, baby

Where do these niggas be at when they say they're doin' all this and all that?

When he tell the story, that's not how it went

Know they be lyin', a hundred percent

Moved out the Ritz and forgot 'bout the Bent'

Valet just called me to tell me come get it

Knocked that boy off and I don't want no credit

If it was me, they wouldn't regret it

Left me for dead and now they wan' dead it, yeah

Heart is still beatin', my niggas still eatin'

Backyard, it look like the Garden of Eden

Pillow talk with 'em, she spillin' the tea

And then shorty came back and said she didn't mean it

It's hard to believe it

I know that they're at the crib goin' crazy, down bad

What they had didn't last, damn, baby

Sometimes we laugh and sometimes we cry, but I guess you know now, baby

I took a half and she took the whole thing, slow down, baby

We took a trip, now we on your block and it's like a ghost town, baby

Where do these niggas be at when they say they're doin' all this and all that?

Lemon (Drake Remix) lyrics - NERD & Rihanna (feat. Drake)

[RetcH:]

Wait, wait, wait a minute

Shout out to them people, people

Wait, wait a minute

P-p-p-people, people, people

Wait, wait a minute

Mad ethnic right now

[Drake:]

I get it how I live it

I live it how I get it, y'all don't really get it

I pull up in a lemon, blocks get to spinnin'

Money 3D printin'

Never had a limit, never been religious

I just always had opinions

My daddy told me, "Listen

You better get some money and not die and go to prison"

So you see

Yeah, I got rich and stayed free

Free the dawgs doin' B.I.Ds

I know everybody not like me

Ayy, got the nerve to want a Bentley for her birthday

I said, "Maybe I could rent it for your birthday

Matter of fact I need a favor for the remix

Maybe I can get some 50s for your birthday"

Ayy, get to sneakin' for you, bae

Say we talk but we ain't speakin' every day

And I know you know what P about to say

[Pharrell Williams:]

Bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face

Bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face

Bath, bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face

Bath, bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face

Bath, bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face

Bath, bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face

Bath, bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face

Bath, bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face

Bath, bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face

[Rihanna:]

I get it how I live it

I live it how I get it

Count the mothafuckin' digits

I pull up with a lemon

Not 'cause she ain't livin'

It's just your eyes get acidic

And this here ain't a scrimmage

Mothafucka, we ain't finished

I told you we won't stop

A nigga 'bouta business

Like yours, but you rent it

Wave hello to the top

Nigga the Veyron glide

Tell the paparazzi get the lens right

Got the window down, top, blowin' la

Got the hazards on, only doin' five

You can catch me, Rih, in the new La Ferrar'

And the truck behind me got arms

Yeah, longer than LeBron

Just waitin' for my thumb like The Fonz

Woo! This beat tastes like lunch

But it's runnin' from veneers and it's runnin' from the fronts

But everyday, hey, wasn't lemonade

I was afraid, once a nigga graduate

Would I be okay?

So I prayed and I played

It's Rihanna, nigga

My constellation in space

Warp speed, Doctor Spock couldn't chase, nigga

[Pharrell Williams:]

Nigga, bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face

Bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face

Bath, bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face

Bath, bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face

Bath, bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face

Bath, bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face

Bath, bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face

Bath, bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face

Bath, bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face

I get it how I live it

I live it how I get it

Count the mothafuckin' digits

I pull up with a lemon

Not 'cause she ain't livin'

It's just your eyes get acidic

And this here ain't a scrimmage

Mothafucka, we ain't finished

I told you we won't stop

A nigga 'bouta business

Like yours, but you rent it

Wave hello to the top

Nigga the Veyron glide

Tell the paparazzi get the lens right

Got the window down, top, blowin' la

Got the hazards on, only doin' five

You can catch me...

Bouncin' around, bouncin' around, bouncin'

You can catch me

Wait, wait a minute

Wait, wait a minute

Wait, wait a minute

Wait, wait a minute

Wait, wait a minute

Wait, wait a minute

Wait, wait a minute

Wait, wait a minute

Money In The Grave lyrics - Drake (feat. Rick Ross)

Yeah, okay

Lil CC on the beat, mm

Yeah, yeah

I mean, where the fuck should I really even start?

I got hoes that I'm keepin' in the dark

I got my niggas 'cross the street livin' large

Thinkin' back to the fact that they dead

Thought my raps wasn't facts 'til they sat with the bars

I got two phones, one need a charge

Yeah, they twins, I could tell they ass apart

I got big packs comin' on the way

I got big stacks comin' out the safe

I got Lil Max with me, he the wave

It's a big gap between us in the game

In the next life, I'm tryna stay paid

When I die, put my money in the grave

When I die, put my money in the grave

I really gotta put a couple niggas in they place

Really just lapped every nigga in the race

I really might tat "Realest Nigga" on my face

Lil CC let it slap with the bass

I used to save hoes with a mask and a cape

Now I'm like, "Nah, love, I'm good, go away"

Ain't about to die with no money, I done gave it

I was on top when that shit meant a lot

Still on top like I'm scared of the drop

Still on top and these niggas wanna swap

Niggas wanna swap like it's Slauson or Watts

I don't wanna change 'cause I'm good where I'm at

Mob ties, so I'm always good where I'm at

Word to Junior, Jazzy, Baby J

Tell 'em when I die, put my money in the grave

Couple figures, killers call and collect (Collect)

She fuck a nigga, then she on to the next (Next)

Really livin' large, she in awe with a mack

When you niggas thinkin' small in the mall with a rat (Rat)

Roll with us if you really wanna get it (Get it)

Go get a half a million in the Sprinter (Sprinter)

Phone ringin', bitches know a big tipper (Tipper)

I got the hookup and there's really no limit (Limit)

Dead broke is in you nigga DNA (DNA)

Rickey Smiley's in Decatur with the yé

Lil' nigga, just another state case

Bury my motherfuckin' Chase Bank, time to bounce (Bounce)

Gotta count on my allowance (Gotta count on my allowance)

You niggas snitches so I gotta reroute it (So I gotta reroute it)

A nigga drippin' like I got a zillion dollars

Got the trap jumpin' like Zion when I rebound it

Then I'm out (Then I'm out)

And I'll never talk about it (About it)

The homies quiet, but we all smoke the loudest (Loudest)

Rich niggas and I'm really bein' modest

'Cause the way I do my deals, never treated like a artist

Want the house (House)

You could DM my accountant

My per diem six figures and I'm countin'

Nine figures was the goal 'til I hit it

These niggas ain't livin', so bury mine with me

Ross got it (Maybach Music)

When I die, put my money in the grave

I really gotta put a couple niggas in they place

Really just lapped every nigga in the race

I really might tat "Realest Nigga" on my face

Lil CC let it slap with the bass

I used to save hoes with a mask and a cape

Now I'm like, "Nah, love, I'm good, go away"

Ain't about to die with no money, I done gave it

Not Around lyrics - Drake

Yeah, we back

Wassup ladies?

Swishahouse, baby

Wassup to all the ladies on the Northside, Southside, Eastside, Westside?

Wassup in Bay City?

Wassup to all the ladies in Louisiana?

Wassup to all the ladies in Dallas, Austin, San Antonio?

Marshall, Prairie View, it's going down

Wharton County, Texas City, H-Town, baby

TSU ladies

She moved out of state, and shit done went left, she's seekin' forgiveness

She used to dance, but she want a loan and start up a business

Her daddy is not around, her mama is not around

I watch her climb to the top of the pole and then get to slidin' down

I make it rain in this bitch, I make it snow in this bitch

She tryna get out of the mix

Shawty is goin' legit, shawty is goin' legit

Me, I'm supportin' this shit, this is a story

Came from my life and I'm just recordin' this shit

I'ma just give it to you direct, instead of me throwin' this shit

You know you important and shit

You know I'm supportin' this shit

We used to do pornos when you would come over but now you got morals and shit

I got like four on the wrist and an adorable kid

I got a Drac' in the studio, and I don't just mean that I'm in this bitch

Please make the most of this shit

Don't just come close to some shit

I give you this bread, you run me some head

And then you go glow up a bit

She moved out of state, and shit done went left, she's seekin' forgiveness

She used to dance, but she want a loan and start up a business

Her daddy is not around, her mama is not around

I watch her climb to the top of the pole and then get to sli-

I make it rain in this bitch, I make it snow in this bitch

She tryna get out of the mix

Shawty is goin' legit, shawty is goin' legit

Me, I'm supportin' this shit, this is a story

Came from my life and I'm just recordin' this shit

Her daddy is not around, mama is definitely not around

She got a business plan, but she just ain't had time to write it down

Stay with her sister now, she got a man, but he out of town

Soon as he out of town, they hop in his whip and they ride around

I watch her climb to the top of the pole and then get to slidin', slidin'

Thought about trappin' a player before, but that just ain't right, right

Look in the mirror if you wanna look at some things on the bright side

You popped a 325, you feelin' too good to worry tonight

She moved out of state, and shit done went left, she's seekin' forgiveness

She used to dance, but she want a loan and start up a business

Her daddy is not around, her mama is not around

I watch her climb to the top of the pole and then get to sli-

I make it rain in this bitch, I make it snow in this bitch

She tryna get out of the mix

Shawty is goin' legit, shawty is goin' legit

Me, I'm supportin' this shit, this is a story

Came for my life and I'm just recordin' this shit

Omerta lyrics - Drake

Look at my history

I'm tryna see what's different from that guy and the richer me

The only thing I see is custom owls from Tiffany

And some gunnas that'll hit you outta nowhere like epiphany

Really, that's it to me

Aside from the obvious, man, it changes in scenery

Testin' me gon' have my niggas testin' machinery

They say that they happy, my man, that's not how they seem to be

The boy, he wild and peaceful, rest in peace Teena Marie

Ethics and values, mob traditions, old fashioned

Monopoly action

Bronny buyin' up Brentwood like he still in Akron

A lot of pain, a lot of passion

A lot of relaxin' while other niggas is overreactin'

That's how we continue down the path of Jordan and Jackson

That's some insight for y'all even if no one's askin'

Last year, niggas really feel like they rode on me

Last year, niggas got hot 'cause they told on me

I'm 'bout to call the bluff of anybody that fold on me

I'm buyin' the buildin' of every door that closed on me

Yeah, Loro Piana and Brioni, the one and only

Champagne popper, the love doctor

Your baby mother call me when she lonely

My tailor see me twice a week, he like my homie

Forever grateful, forever thankful

Diamond necklace, but she wears it on her ankle

The bitch is trendy

My enemies send each other the texts that they could never send me

I'm bankin' two million a show for the residency

Nevada gaming commission in a frenzy

How much money can this casino lend me?

Rippin' markers up over shots of the Henny

Vivid memory, can someone send me a real nigga interlude?

To me, Benihana is pigeon food

This not a forgivin' mood

So much, we gotta count the 20s up in a different room

I am just a body that my brothers are livin' through

Keepin' my connections strictly physical

Everyone that's married is miserable

I know that that is not a lifestyle I can give into

The rise to the top of this mountain has been biblical

I don't carry cash 'cause the money is digital

It's the American Expresser, the debt collector

Hailin' all the way from the Mecca

Got something for Trudy and Rebecca

This shit could last forever

The mind controller, the Ayatollah

I built a bridge to success and had visions of me ridin' over

Step in the room and October gets a lot closer

Haunted houses

I don't know how to count in thousands, only millions

Now tell your friends I'm not the villain

Send 'em to Lagos or Turks and Caicos

Barbados, Trinidad and Tobago

Never go the same places they go

Separate vacations

A far cry from when Drizzy had slept in the basement

I was never on the path to get into Cambridge

I mean, I was good at doin' math, but I'm better with language

Borderline dangerous, approach with caution

I plan to buy your most personal belongings when they up for auction

Man, truth be told, I think about it often

The petty king, the overseer of many things

I wish that I was playin' in a sport where we were gettin' rings

I wouldn't have space on either hand for anything

West Hollywood, know my presence is menacing

Cosa Nostra, shady dealings

Racketeering, the syndicate got they hand in plenty things

The things that we've done to protect the name are unsettling

But no regrets, though, the name'll echo

Years later, none greater

Death to a coward and a traitor, that's just in my nature, yeah

On The Radar (Freestyle) lyrics - Drake & Central Cee

[Drake:]

Yeah

On The Radar, 2023

6 G-O-D and my broski 2C

You know what it is

It's a madness and badness, combination

Yeah

Ayy, grr

On Morningside, got no stick in the ride

If I take flicks with the guys, I gotta put emojis over like three faces 'cause the feds can't see those eyes

People I shouldn't be beside

When I was an actor, they would go Stratford just to sell food on Bieber's side

Plenty reasons why I'm this way, my girl, that's just one reason why

Seen you around at Sotto, enough man, baby, you love on some eediat guys

Obedient guys, jokers and comedian guys

You know I'm like 6'2" in the right shoe, love, but you love on some medium guys

I wanna keep you on the beach 'til 6 A.M., so you see sunrise

Seen you from the stage in the one hundreds seats, must be eagle eyes

Pressin' against me, thinkin' 'bout entry, know you could tell it's a decent size

You wanna know the real me, girl, say you wanna see deep inside

If Chubbs has on a Chanel side bag, you don't wanna see him reach inside

'Cah we know some demon guys with jealous and evil eyes

You know that's how Jesus died, you know that's how Julius Caesar died

I bet they were decent guys, I swear they remind me of me sometimes

I'm tryna be under your breasts like peas and rice, you never get treated nice

Fool you once, that's fine, but you look dumb if you let them repeat it twice

Two hundred mill' on the table, I hope I'm able to get this agreement signed

Told you I needed time, but really the truth is I don't believe in time

Feel like I been here over a thousand years like since the medieval times

And I'm still just a cutthroat king even though this is recent times

A man might dead that we're beefing with, but we don't do grieving time

Fuck teasing time, if I cum inside you, it's breeding time

So much for idols, KMT with the eye roll

Knew that I made it when I had drivers holding my last name up in arrivals

Cench might need vaccine when he see how this vid' start going viral

If Lita's there, then the mash is there with grains in there like silos

The morning rain clouds up my window, I swear I feel like Dido

J-A-U-M, how it looks when man put you in a jam like typos

Negotiation, ask her for twenty percent of the company, that's my final

Realistic, the shit might N15 like I'm going through Tottenham High Road

If it's beef, I'll get that shaved for bread and grease like I'm making giros, or I'm making gyros

So much for all these heroes

The numbers are good with me as long as it's comma then zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, zero

Pass me a glass of the vino

If a girl try take my Rolex to buy some Valentino

I tell Baby M what she did to the kid, then I line her like emo

She didn't rock my clothing line when we had one shirt to go with the jeans though

Now man like me and Clint can afford those whips like Gran Torino

Grr

[Central Cee:]

Crocodile tears, she ain't even crying

Why you swearing to God? You don't even believe in Christ

What you sayin' wallahi for? You ain't been on your din, you've been eating swine, nah

I ain't the man of your dreams, now you wish that you stayed with your previous guy

It used to be 3.5s, now I can sell out the O2 arena twice

Don't ask what the fee looks like

Don't believe all the media hype, like eighty percent of these people lyin'

Who can I ask when I need advice?

I gotta work hard, it's me who provides

Email YBeeez for the feature, look, what goes up must come down so when you're in the air, prepare for the landin'

I did everything that I could for my hood, so how do they say I don't care for the mandem?

Crib so big I might get out of breath if I walk too quick up the stairs in the mansion

They weren't there for the action

Tryna round up three hundred Spartans, we going to war but we ain't in Athens

Everything won't go to plan, that's not how it goes, I'm afraid shit happens

Rap boy on a footballer's wage, I'm on the same pay as the players at Dallas

What's making the haters jealous? I'm thinking the AP's eighteen karats

They call me my government name in Harrods (Uh)

This one ratchet, don't even know who her baby dad is (Nah)

If I cum inside, then I won't leave 'til I see her take the tablet (Nah)

He mention my name 'cause he wanted some fame and he ain't established (Huh)

Alright, you know the verse gon' hit when you hear that adlib

Come a long way, I was sellin' them opium on my lonely, but I'm not Ken Carson

I'm a hood, red hot, red dot on my head, in my hood, I'm a target

So driver, stay in the whip while I jump out quick, don't park it

I can lean out the window and horn it, I'm on the same pay as the players at Charlotte

Big fish in this thing, no armbands like a back stroke how I swim in that shark tank

Drop me in the jungle, tree-to-tree, start swingin' like Tarzan

Twenty-four inch on the rims on the Benz, I'm doing donuts and skidding on tarmac (Huh)

Sick of these high-rise buildings, flip the script, now I'm living on farmland (Huh)

[Drake:]

Hmm, grr

Alright

[Drake & Central Cee:]

Alright

(Hahaha)

Only You Freestyle lyrics - Headie One & Drake

[Drake:]

(M1OnTheBeat)

Woi, yes

(M1OnTheBeat)

Yes, woi

Again and again, again and again, yeah

Yo, Chubbs might jam this yute for a chain

And give it to a sweet one, called that Maya Jama

Givin' out gifts like Santa, sippin' on Sanna

I used to do lean and wok

Closet filled up with designer, comin' like Panda, Panda

Yeah, gyal just came to the booth and asked for a wheel

She never heard Drill in Atlanta

Arabic ting told me that I look like Youssef, look like Hamza

Habibti please, أنا أكيد، إنت وأنا أحلى

With Pop Skull in Gaza but not that Gaza, but still it's a mazza

Niggas want a piece like cassava

But we let bridge dem burn like Grabba

Woi, four in the cliz and one in the headie

Hand no shake, man, hold that steady

Ya man love pose with the ting for the picture

You man shoulda buss that ting already

Ya man love Hezi Hezi

Yeah, can't back chat to the Prezi

You know when the beef just taste like veggie?

Gyal go ritz for the mani, pedi

CC bag looks nice but the Birkin bag look way more heavy

That's just a big gyal ting, man, you get me?

Raemi just turned mommy and that's my sis so I just turn Abti

Fan mail came to the crib from a yute that loves me

I swear that touch me

I never even drive no whips I own so they all look way too dusty

If me and Gallest go St. Michael

The gyal come way too fussy, crushy

Man said they would do this and that

But the man weren't really that wassy, was he?

Nah, nah, nah, the man weren't really that what?

1-9-4-2, hits my system, man get way too frosty, buzzy

Girls from the past that lost me, love me

Same ones there that crossed me, cuss me

Everything come full circle, word to the boss above me

Slow stroking 'cause the bamski way too big

My gyal don't rush me

Woi, don't make me have to rise my rifle

Man try send some young boys for me

Don't make me have to ride by high school

Shit you man been droppin' lately

Don't make me have to fly my iTunes

So much people buy into my hype

Don't make me have to buy my hype too

Dealt with the big homie already

Don't make me have to side-by-side you

Nuff times he tried to hide behind you

Amnesia but when I remind you

I'm touchin' road and I can't find you

Word to the M-O-B, I'm tied to

I'm givin' up when I decide too, gee

[Headie One:]

One

(OFB, OFB)

Suh, suh

Suh, suh, suh (One), suh, suh, suh

Oh, how we hate leggies (Suh, suh)

How much points have the gang got? Many (One)

Didn't ever have to rise that dots

It was just under my bed and ready (Turn)

Bro bro chinged up a opp boy

I swear he got chinged already? (They told me turn, uh)

That next one thought he was boss

Then he got shot, Nathan Tettey (They told me turn)

Got this bad B on Henny (Turn, turn)

My next one from yard love reggae (Shawty)

We dishin' out store and telly

Then we in France running out Trezeguet (One)

She look sexy, sippin' on Henny

If it feels good, I'ma pass the penny (Suh, suh, suh, suh, suh)

She give headie, headie

My tracksuit Louis, now covered in Fenty

Used to put light in the cling

And it still didn't stop it, smellin' like petty (Turn)

Got the dark in the blue, then we put it in the red

(Turn, turn, turn, turn) Balotelli

Them times it was M way (What?)

I mean M way, T house, M way (Huh?)

North Penty, up top Penty (Huh?)

Bentley, Range, then Bentley (One)

Have you ever had your pockets empty? (Turn)

But still found the bread to afford a trenton (Turn, turn, turn)

Six litres flying through Epsom (Turn, turn, turn)

I swear I've seen life from both perspectives (They told me turn, uh)

That spot so far upsuh, en-route, got no connection (Told me turn)

I done run through so much Scottish notes

Couldn't care 'bout no recessions (One)

Still get one jail call from Boogie

Judge gave him twenty years straight, it moved me

CPS murder in the dock like Rupert

'Cah lil' bro went and dun him so ruthless (Suh, suh, suh, suh)

Got this cutie, she half Cuban

Probably why she like playin' with the Cuban (Turn)

Says she like chillin' with the ooters, booters

Eating uptown all suited booted, booted, booted

(Turn, turn, turn, turn, turn, turn, turn, turn, turn, turn)

They wasn't with us when the jeans were bootleg

Putting that work, we ain't never been spoon-fed (Turn)

Comin' for the jungle, you know where the zoo is (They told me turn, uh)

.44 or the .32 auto bells, it's a toothpick (Told me turn)

No rap cap we just speak what the truth is (Told me turn, uh)

Lord forgive them, they don't know what they're doing (Told me turn)

Shotgun, open the hatch, I put two in

Still ain't forgot how it feels to be losin'

They thought it was permanent, found it amusin'

All this drip on me like I'm canoein'

Time just flyin' (Huh)

I'm just tryna do the slide ting to my juvies, juvies

So the beef is fryin'

They tryna stop slidin', Toosie, Toosie

(One)

(Suh, suh)

Oprah's Bank Account lyrics - Lil Yachty, Drake & DaBaby

(EarlOnTheBeat...)

[Lil Yachty:]

I ain't mad at 'em, baby

If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy

Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account

I just wanna take you out

Fuck you in your mama house

Overseas, I fly you out

Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out

Baby, what's up with your mouth?

City girl straight from the South

[Drake:]

Back home on a presi', I'm Obama, ayy, I condone the drama, ayy

I tongued down Madonna, ayy, do you need pajamas? Yeah

Stayin' the night, girl, you promised it

I hide in the cave like Osama did

I'm blowin' a bag in the Diamond District

You need me like dollars that are owed to you, yeah

Money and me are the same, but I just don't fold for you, yeah

Run me a body, I'll put a Range on the road for you

I don't know what you were told, but I ain't mad at you, baby

[Lil Yachty:]

If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy

Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account

I just wanna take you out

Fuck you in your mama house

Overseas, I fly you out

Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out

Baby, what's up with your mouth?

City girl straight from the South

Is they mad that you fuck with me? (Is they mad, mad, mad?)

Is they mad that you ride around in a Bentley? (Skrrt)

Is they mad that you not with them? (Is they mad?)

Same hoes hatin' be in my DM (That's too sad)

Lockin' it down, lockin' it down, lockin' it down, I want you (I want you)

I want them to know you're my baby boo (My boo)

We still make it lit when ain't nothin' to do

Every time we step out, niggas look at you

(No, no, no, no, make him hit it and then quit it)

I ain't mad at 'em, baby

If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy

Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account

I just wanna take you out

You look as good as Oprah's bank account

I just wanna take you out

You look as good as Oprah's bank account

I just wanna take you out

You look as good as Oprah's bank account

I ain't mad at 'em, baby

[DaBaby & Lil Yachty:]

My bitch pull up lookin' like Oprah bank (Let's go)

Take a pic with a bitch and she faint (Yeah)

She look like a goddess, but she ain't no saint

My bitch 'bout it 'bout it, she need her a tank (Uh)

You know ain't no limit on blue hundreds

My bitch like a big bag of money, this new money (Chill)

You gon' make the bitch think that you love her (Fuck you)

Hold her hand right in front you, we too public (Aw)

Take the lil' nigga bitch, he ain't do nothin' (Yeah)

Now his bitch goin' Baby on Baby (Let's go)

She want me to stay, I ain't stayin'

And I hope that these niggas don't play, I ain't playin' (Let's go)

Your bitch lookin' good as Oprah bank account

I'm the type to take a nigga ho from him and take her out

Keep the butt, I'll take the mouth

(No, no, no, no, make him hit it and then quit it)

I ain't mad at 'em, baby (Let's go)

If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy (Let's go)

Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account

I just wanna take you out

Fuck you in your mama house

Overseas, I fly you out

Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out

Baby, what's up with your mouth?

City girl straight from the South

[Lil Yachty:]

I just wanna take you out

You look as good as Oprah's bank account

I just wanna take you out

You look as good as Oprah's bank account

I just wanna take you out

You look as good as Oprah's bank account

I ain't mad at 'em, baby

Search & Rescue lyrics - Drake

Aye (I-I), yeah

I need someone to be patient with me

Someone to get money with, not take it from me, look

They don't even need to be as famous as me

I don't think I'll meet 'em at the places I be (I-I)

But deep down I think about you all day, Mami

I know I'm a pit bull, but dale, Mami

I just wanna take you on a holiday, Mami

Say what's on your mind, I'm a call away, Mami

Come and rescue me (Woah)

Take me out the club (What?), take me out the trap (I-I)

Take me off the market, take me off the map

I'm tryna hit the group chat and tell 'em it's a-

Come and rescue me

Take me out the club, take me out the trap

Take me off the market, take me off the map

I'm tryna hit the group chat and tell 'em it's a wrap

I didn't come this far, just to come this far and not be happy

Okay, that's fair

Remember that

You didn't come this far, just to come this far

Yep, I saw it on the internet

I don't really know how to confess my love

Really seen a guy, wanna test my love for you (I-I)

Don't know how to express my love

That's why I American Express my love for you

I need you, yeah, I really do

Tell me what to do (Okay)

Tell me what to do (Okay)

Tell me what to do

All I know is hit the mall and see what damage I could do (Okay)

I give you the world, but there's other planets too, and

I need someone to be patient with me

Someone to get money with, not take it from me, look

They don't even need to be as famous as me

I don't think I'll meet 'em at the places I be (I-I)

But deep down I think about you all day, Mami

I know I'm a pit bull, but dale, Mami

I just wanna take you on a holiday, Mami

Say what's on your mind, I'm a call away, Mami

Come and rescue me (Woah)

Take me out the club (What?), take me out the trap (I-I)

Take me off the market, take me off the map

I'm tryna hit the group chat and tell 'em it's a-

Come and rescue me

Take me out the club, take me out the trap

Take me off the market, take me off the map

I'm tryna hit the group chat and tell 'em it's a wrap

Come and rescue me, woah

Take me out the club (What?), take me out the trap

Take me off the market, take me off the map

I'm tryna hit the group chat and tell 'em it's a-

Man, I'm tryna hit the- (Aye, what?)

Don't hit me up and "WYD" me baby, nah

Send a boy a P-I-C or "See me, baby", damn

Okay, now we talkin', yeah, okay, now we talkin', yeah

Okay, now we talkin', yeah, when we talk you gotta listen

I don't wanna go missin', I wanna be consistent, not a opposition side

Put you in a, I won't put you in that fucked up position, I

I need someone to be patient with me

Someone to get money with, not take it from me, look

They don't even need to be as famous as me

I don't think I'll meet 'em at the places I be

But deep down I think about you all day, Mami

I know I'm a pit bull, but dale, Mami

I just wanna take you on a holiday, Mami

Say what's on your mind, I'm a call away, Mami

Come and rescue me (Woah)

Take me out the club (What?), take me out the trap (I-I)

Take me off the market, take me off the map

I'm tryna hit the group chat and tell 'em it's a-

Come and rescue me

Take me out the club, take me out the trap

Take me off the market, take me off the map

I'm tryna hit the group chat and tell 'em it's a wrap

Signs lyrics - Drake

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah

Champagne with breakfast while I'm yawning

You can't drink all day if you don't start in the morning

Lord forgive me, I can't take things slowly (Slow)

I'm gone on them once I get going (Gone on them, oh, gone on them)

She tryna take it all off for me

Tryna stay real close to me (Close)

I gotta catch myself

I can't play myself, I need to take it

Easy, easy, easy, easy

Easy, easy, easy, easy

Railiza, you need a... money and visa

And you get what you want, always from me

I can't say "No" when you say "Please," I can't say "No"

Howisha, you need a... baby with me, uh

And I'm takin' my time, just wait, don't leave

I can't say "No" when you say "Please," I can't say "No"

You wanna drink like Bajan and dance like Trini, yeah

You want a supermodel pose like mi real friend Winnie (Like mi real friend)

Yeah, vacation is done but I'm not finished, no

Champagne with breakfast while I'm yawning

You can't drink all day if you don't start in the morning

Lord forgive me, I can't take things slowly (Slow)

I'm gone on them once I get going (Gone on them, gone on them, gone on them)

She tryna take it all off for me (Close)

Tryna stay real close to me

I gotta catch myself

I can't play myself, I need to take it

Easy, easy, easy, easy

Easy, easy, easy, easy

I stay to myself, I'll explain myself, I can't play myself

Oh, first night, holy night, five in the morning, yeah-yeah (Yeah)

And it feels like you're mine, signs of the times, oh, what a time

Playin' it right, playin' it perfect

Laughin' it off, but I know you're hurtin'

Signs of the times, I say all the time

Taking my time, just gets harder to find it

But you're playin' it right, you're playin' me perfect

She tryna take it all off for me

Tryna stay real close to me

I gotta catch myself

I can't play myself, I need to take it

Easy, easy, easy, easy

Easy, easy, easy, easy

I bet I never disrespect you, darlin'

I bet you pardon me, darlin'

Sneakin' lyrics - Drake (feat. 21 Savage)

Yeah

We got London on da Track

This is all God's doin', man, you can't plan it

But if the devil's in the details, then I'm Satanic

'Bout to take over your city and you can't stand it

My accountant say you sinkin' like the Titanic

David Blaine last summer, man, you had to vanish

I get the hits like somebody pitchin' underhanded

Got my Spanish ting convinced that I know Spanish

Really, when she get to talkin', I don't understand it

You ain't own it right away, you had to wait on niggas

Man, I'm only twenty-nine, have some patience with us

Plus I never met nobody from my label, nigga

I just pop up with the music then they pay a nigga (Yeah)

Shit ain't been the same like before

I still love it but I used to love it more

FaceTime with my shawty on tour

And she textin' purple hearts 'cause she know that we at war, yuh

Niggas keep reachin' and dissin'

Can't afford mistakes, not on this end

Make me call my bros for assistance

You gon' make me call my bros for assistance

Niggas keep reachin' and dissin'

Put me in a fucked-up position (Yah)

You gon' make me call my bros for assistance (21)

Make me call my bro (21, uh)

Baby, I'm a savage, I ain't romantic

When I come around, these rapper niggas start to panic

And they pockets goin' under like the Titanic

Got some head last night and it was outstandin'

They was hatin' on me then and they hatin' now (Hatin' now)

She was playin' with me then but she waitin' now (21, 21)

Used to sleep inside a den, I got acres now (Mansion)

I was fightin' niggas then but I'm sprayin' now (Blastin')

I don't pay no mind to no sneak diss (Nope)

I won't spend a dime on a freak bitch (Broke)

Niggas takin' cheap shots on some cheap shit (21)

They the type to stand in line for some free shit (Broke bitch)

Baby girl gon' suck it till her jaws locked (Suck it up)

She gon' make me put my bitch on call block (Fuckin' up)

We the ones poppin', we the ones shoppin' (21)

We the one droppin' niggas, we the ones (We the ones)

They the ones duckin' when them heaters come (21, 21)

You that nigga snitchin' on your people, huh? (Shh)

21 Savage a.k.a. The Reaper, huh (21)

Pussy niggas gettin' shot for all that reachin', huh (Ya dig?)

Niggas keep reachin' and dissin' (Shut the fuck up)

Can't afford mistakes, not on this end (Count the fuck up)

Make me call my bros for assistance (21)

You gon' make me call my bros for assistance (Bros)

Niggas keep reachin' and dissin' (Hol' up)

Put me in a fucked-up position (21)

Make me call my bros for assistance

Make me call my bro, dawg

I don't need love, I'm the GOAT, I just hit the beat and float

And I'm sellin' out arenas but you puttin' on a show

I been tryna change life around for everyone I know

'Cause if I don't share the wealth

Then how the fuck we supposed to grow?

Mom's stressed, there's a lot of things we need

Chain smokin' in the house, it's hard to breathe

I used to have to hit my Ts with Febreze

Jordan pull up in the TL, now I'm cheese

I'ma turn this TSX into a Benz soon

I'ma see a lot of blessin's for my friends soon

Hunnid-fifty-inch screen in my bedroom

6'1", man, a nigga need some leg room

Shit ain't been the same like before

They ain't even wanna look up at the score

FaceTime with my shawty on tour

And she textin' purple hearts 'cause she know that we at war, yuh

Niggas keep reachin' and dissin'

Can't afford mistakes, not on this end

Make me call my bros for assistance

You gon' make me call my bros for assistance

Niggas keep reachin' and dissin'

Put me in a fucked-up position

Make me call my bros for assistance

Make me call my bro, don't

Two Birds, One Stone lyrics - Drake

Yeah, more, yeah

More time with family and friends, more life

More time to get it right

It's only me, but I'm seeing four shadows in the light

My demons visit me every night

To the most high, I'm forever indebted

I know I gotta pay somethin', I know that day's comin'

I put it all in the music

Because if I don't say it here, then I won't say nothin'

Could feel my hand getting tired from holding the grudges

Two birds, one stone, my aim is amazin'

I need to start losing my shit on you niggas that's hatin'

Too reserved, like I called ahead for me and my lady

Free C5, how the fuck we got the boss waiting?

Ever since the blue basement, I found God and I lost patience

Between rocks and hard places of all places

Spotted everywhere, like Dalmatian

Cops snoop around now, 'cause all of my dogs famous

Please welcome the October fall baby

Vaughan Road Academy, star player—my mind's not all there

Used to carry a lot of dead weight like a pallbearer

People too scared to tell the truth, so it's all dares

Count it, it's all there, and we all square

Quick money, I'm in and out

My dad used to use a soap bar 'til it's thinnin' out

But, shit, look at Dennis now, all Stacy Adams and linen'd out

More blessings for Sandi and him, more life

My parents never got it right

But God bless 'em both, I think we all alike

We all wide awake late at night, thinking on what to change

If we do get to do it twice in another life

Scared to go to sleep now

'Cause being awake is what all my dreams were like

Back when the bar that I had set for myself was out of sight

Tell me how I went and did chin-ups on this shit when I can't see it

Pin-ups of Meagan Good and Pam Grier

Soul sisters inspired my old scriptures

Now that feeling's gone like them old pictures

Mixin' liquor got us both twisted, words get so vicious

You just stare at me while you roll Swishers

Girl, I love you, but I don't miss ya

And no matter what year it is, I'm a 06er

Go figure, cold nigga, stay in school, man

Fuck the rap game, it's all lies and it's all filthy

Two percent of us rich and the rest of these niggas all milk it

Got two of my niggas off with a "not guilty"

Gave back to the city and never said it if I didn't live it

But still, they try and tell you I'm not the realest

Like I'm some privileged kid that never sat through a prison visit

Or like it was just handed to me tied with a ribbon

I never worked to get it

But really it's you with all the drug dealer stories

That's gotta stop, though

You made a couple chops and now you think you Chapo

If you ask me though, you ain't lining the trunk with kilos

You bagging weed watching Pacino with all your niggas

Like, "This what we need to be on," but you never went live

You middle-man in this shit, boy, you was never them guys

I can tell, 'cause I look most of you dead in your eyes

And you'll be tryna sell that story for the rest of your lives

Can't show us where the cash is, me, I don't judge

I'm just going off what the math is, numbers inflated

They all look at me, like, "What have you done for me lately?"

"I like your older shit but wasn't in love with the latest."

Aw, baby, stop debatin', I'm just a creative

My numbers out of this world

No wonder they got me feeling so alienated

You were the man on the moon

Now you just go through your phases

Life of the angry and famous

Rap like I know I'm the greatest then give you tropical flavors

Still never been on hiatus

You stay xann'd and perk'd up

So when reality set in, you don't gotta face it

I'm down 200 in Vegas but winning life on a daily basis

It seems like nobody wants to stay in my good graces

I'm like a real estate agent, putting you all in your places

Look what happens soon as you talk to me crazy

Is you crazy?

What's Next (Remix) lyrics - Drake (feat. Baby Keem)

[Drake:]

Ayy, woah

Ayy, ayy

Yeah

I'm makin' a change today

The liquor been takin' the pain away

I heard you was givin' your chain away

That's kinda like givin' your fame away

What's wrong with you?

I sit in a box where the owners do

A boss is a role that I've grown into

I love you to death but I told you the truth

I can't just be with you and only you

Yeah, I got one, Virgil got one and that there is the only two

Man, how many times have I shown improvement?

How many nights I been (Woah)

Swervin' them potholes

Not tryna fuck up the wheels on the road, okay

Funny how life goes

He thought he was sick, now he wipin' his nose, okay

Soon as you give 'em your soul

You blow up and they say you're selling your soul, okay

They want my life exposed

They wanna know about the highs and lows

Well, summer, all I did was rest, okay?

And New Year's, all I did was stretch, okay?

And Valentine's Day, I had sex, okay?

We'll see what's 'bout to happen next

Okay? Okay? Okay?

We'll see what's 'bout to happen next

Okay? Okay? Okay?

We'll see what's 'bout to happen, ayy, ayy

We'll see what's 'bout to happen, ayy

We'll see what's 'bout to happen

I'm makin' a change today

The liquor been takin' the pain away

I heard you was givin' your chain away

That's kinda like givin' your fame away

What's wrong with you?

I sit in a box where the owners do

A boss is a role that I've grown into

I love you to death but I told you the truth

I

Ayy, yeah

I got one, Laurie got one and that there is the only two

Man, how many times have I told you the truth?

Man, how many nights I been (Woah)

Swervin' them potholes

Not tryna fuck up the wheels or fuck up the deals

I'm posted in Stockholm

It's me, the owls and the twins, it's only the real

I'm movin' way too humble

Weezy had handed it off, I still got no fumbles

I'm on the hot one hundo, numero uno

This one ain't come with a bundle

I'm in the Wynn, a million in chocolate chips

And that's just how my cookie crumble

I put a skirt on a whip and a crown on the six

But there's no need to dress up the numbers

Ayy, ayy, yeah

But I guess they must have they reasons

They wanna know how I'm livin' my day-to-day life in the regular season

Well, summer, all I did was rest, okay?

And New Year's, all I did was stretch, okay?

And Valentine's Day, I had sex, okay?

We'll see what's 'bout to happen next

Okay? Okay? Okay?

We'll see what's 'bout to happen next

Okay? Okay? Okay?

We'll see what's 'bout to happen, ayy, ayy

We'll see what's 'bout to happen, ayy

We'll see what's 'bout to happen

[Baby Keem:]

I told you that I was a mess, okay

I get out of bed and get dressed, okay

I think about ways I could fuck on your friend

It's something I never confessed, okay

God got me to protect, okay

Mama, I paid out the debt, okay

Baby Keem waiting on wings

You fuckin' him now, I'm gonna be next, one day

Skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt (Skrt, skrt)

You wake up and floss like I'm not for gossip

You niggas fraud, like I'm in the moshpit

This ain't for stage freight, black out the tent

Then skrt off the lot, went turbo, ferocious, and I

Your bitch on hypnosis, and I

Tell the mama that I'm sorry, Baby

Keem way too impulsive, and I

Baby Keem been a GOAT, we know

Baby Keem for the soul, we know

Keep these hoes on tippy-toe

Your relation with the trolls

Pick him up and wipe his nose

I jump in out that fire

Microwave relationships on IG

[Drake:]

I'm makin' a change today

The liquor been takin' the pain away

I heard you was givin' your chain away

That's kinda like givin' your fame away

What's wrong with you?

I sit in a box where the owners do

A boss is a role that I've grown into

I love you to death but I told you the truth

I

[Baby Keem:]

Happy birthday, bitch

I got a gift for you, it's my dick

Make a wish, make a wish

Make a wish, make a wish, make a wish

Yes Indeed lyrics - Lil Baby & Drake

[Drake:]

Yeah

[Future:]

Wheezy out of here

[Drake:]

The dash, it's digital, the schedule busy

My head in a hoodie, my shorty a goodie

My cousins are crazy, my cousins like Boogie

Life is amazin', it is what it should be

Been here for ten but I feel like a rookie

I tell her, "look up" 'cause it's snowin' in Tootsie's

Booked for three years, man you can't even book me

It's me and Lil Baby, this shit goin' crazy

Wheezy produced it and Weezy F. made me

And she held it down, so she got a Mercedes

Young Money Records, the Army, the Navy

They ran me ten thousand, I threw it like Brady

The foreign is yellow like Tracee and K.D

I trusted my niggas, they never betrayed me

Met all these niggas, they sweeter than Sadie

When I started out, I just took what they gave me

Did all the favors, they never repaid me

It worked in my favor, 'cause nobody saved me

[Lil Baby:]

Brand new whip got no keys

Tailor my clothes, no starch please

Soon as I nut, you can gon' leave

Got M's in the bank, like yes indeed

Cartier glasses, I won't even peek at you

Yellow Ferrari like Pikachu

I got 'em waitin' and watchin' what he gon' do

Tryna peep what I do, tryna steal my moves

25 hundred for a new pair of tennis shoes

The same price, I could make them youngins come and finish you

Lawyer been chargin', he a Jewish like he voodoo

Real dope boy, hundred thousand in Evisu

Presidential tints slide by, we don't see you

I been gettin' money, I ain't worried 'bout what he do

I'm gettin' money like I'm from the '80s

Me and Drake 'bout to drop man, this shit gon' go crazy

They know I'm the truth, comin' straight from the basement

I'm straight as the street, man I come from the pavement

A million, all hundreds, it make em 'go crazy

Wah-wah-wah, bitch, I'm the Baby

Brand new whip got no keys

Tailor my clothes, no starch please

Soon as I nut, you can gon' leave

Got M's in the bank, like yes indeed

Me and my dawg goin' all the way

When you livin' like this, they supposed to hate

Brand new whip got no keys

Tailor my clothes, no starch please

Soon as I nut, you can gon' leave

Got M's in the bank, like yes indeed

Me and my dawg goin' all the way

When you livin' like this, they supposed to hate

[Future:]

Wheezy out of here

"For All The Dogs" (2023)

 

• Virginia Beach
• Amen
• Calling For You
• Fear Of Heights
• Daylight
• First Person Shooter
• IDGAF
• 7969 Santa
• Slime You Out
• Bahamas Promises
• Tried Our Best
• Screw The World (Interlude)
• Drew A Picasso
• Members Only
• What Would Pluto Do
• All The Parties
• 8am In Charlotte
• BBL Love (Interlude)
• Gently
• Rich Baby Daddy
• Another Late Night
• Away From Home
• Polar Opposites

Virginia Beach lyrics - drake

 I bet your mother would be proud of you, ooh (You, you, you, oh)

I bet our mother would be proud of you, oh

I know what you say

You say I coulda treated you better or whatever, but

I don't know, I think I did alright

Know what I'm sayin'?

And you know how you get

Drawin' conclusions like you got a Parsons degree or somethin'

I coulda treated you better, that's crazy

Nope

Lean in, lean in soda, Fanta, fantasizin'

That's not love you're in, it's more like compromisin'

I move mountains for you, fuck that social climbin'

Lean into me, lean into me

Yeah, lean in, lean into me

Pussy ain't makin' me tweak, ended up stayin' a week

She pretty but ghetto, pretty but rough, just like Virginia Beach

I wanna get back to the days that you loved me for nothin' but what you could see

You bust down the Jubilee, I swapped it and made you go factory, wait

You put some pain in me, I wanna get back to the major league

She wanna grab on the throttle, I wanna get back in the driver's seat

That nigga spent his last check on your car and you got it and drove it to me

Asked me if I coulda treated you better, but no

Lean in soda, Fanta, fantasizin'

That's not love you're in, it's more like compromisin'

I move mountains for you, fuck that social climbin'

Lean into me, lean into me

Lean in, lean into me

Yeah, yeah

Yeah

Grr, grr

Yeah

Our texts feelin' like a fencin' match, your temper shorter and I'm sensin' that

You keep talkin' 'bout some, "Period," but where you 'bout to end the sentence at?

'Cause you been goin' off on my ass, then I tell your ass where I'm at

And you act like I'm not supposed to mention that

I introduce you to my friends' girlfriends, you ain't interested in makin' friends

Talkin' 'bout you wanna cook for a nigga in the kitchen, can you make amends?

Least we know you got the cakes on you, girl, you should prolly stick to bakin' then

Workin' this crop like the rubber chute, I swear that I'm not tryna smother you

I got to know a whole other you, but let's not forget how I discovered you

We ain't even gotta mention that, any nigga try and trouble you

He gon' find out that it's on-site like W-W-W

On site like dot-com, put a baby in you, a hot mom

Yeah, ask me if I coulda treated you better, but no

Not at all, not at all

I bet our mother would be proud of you, ooh (Mother would be proud)

Amen lyrics - drake (feat. Teezo Touchdown)

 Father God

I come to you to say thank you

That's all, I won't ask for anything, I just wanna say thank you, Lord

Thank you

Prayin', prayin' (Thank you)

Pray again, pray again (Thank you, Father)

Prayin' (Thank you, Lord)

Prayin' 'til you find a man

That's gon' treat you

That's gon' treat you like I can (Amen, amen)

That's gon' please you

That's gon' please you like I can (Church)

Church like a priest, Turks for the week

Purse for yourself, purse for your niece

Know you don't do Percs, baby, but (Take your time)

That's the perks of datin' me

Red Merces with the red seats

Buy red wig, part the Red Sea

With a neat freak, gettin' mess-

God, forgive me

Father, I've sinned

Sent more than your father ever sent

Spent more than your baby father did

Ayy, you my baby, so I gotta put you in the crib

Same neighborhood where Ashton Kutcher live

I'm just doin' what that punk should have did (Thank you Lord)

She prayin' for me while I'm on the road

Prayin' for me while I hold her close

Prayin' that there's not no other girl

I'm prayin' that these girls'll never know

She prayin' asking God for a sign

I just went and paid her car note

Turn to your neighbor

Say "Neighbor"

Prayin', prayin' (Neighbor)

Pray again, pray again (Everybody, say it)

Prayin'

Prayin' 'til you find a man

That's gon' treat you

That's gon' treat you like I can

That's gon' please you

That's gon' please you like I can

Thank you for calling Mercedes Benz in Beaumont

If you know your party's extension, you may dial it at any time, or dial "9" for company directory

For sales, please press "1"

Calling For You lyrics - drake (feat. 21 Savage)

 Grr

I was in the club 'fore she even had it

She was twenty-one, I don't see a savage

She wanna be the one, she know I'm comin' static

She wanna hold the gun, if you want it, you can have it

Shawty still young, so she don't know the classics

I see her body, one-of-one, yeah

I see her body, one-of-one

Get to the crib, make you cum

Pussy sweet, call you my honeybun (Tss)

I know your nigga was a bum

Fuck on the crodie, have some fun

Girl, I'm the king of my city, I'm the one (Tss)

Swear you can really have me, you really one-of-one (Tss)

How you so nasty? You really one-of-one (Tss)

How you so flashy? You really one-of-one (Tss)

Out in Miami, you still a one-of-one (Tss)

I wanna beat on the pussy 'til the sun come up

You fucked on a nigga I see is my son, so what?

Yeah, I was in the club, but I was in the cut

Had liquor in my cup, had passion in my cup

And Addy in my system, see a opp, I'ma hit 'em up

Yeah, he gon' be a victim, I was tryna dance with the bitch

Couldn't keep my hands off her hips

Know she spent some bands on her fit

Know I told you that she really one-on-one

Cro', yeah, she advanced with the shit

And I got a chance with the bitch

Loverboy, romance with the bitch

Couldn't even put my mans on a bitch

Like, damn

Callin', callin' for you

Callin' for you, callin' for you

Callin' for you

Need you to guide my eyes, feel it on me

Needin' you to hold me

'Til the inevitable

It was on my mind, felt it on me

Ah, he lied to me

Yo, he lied to me

Like I didn't give a fuck that we sat in economy

I gave a fuck 'cause he said the economy was full

It was not full

He said, "Economy was—"

He said, "There was no first class, so we're sitting in economy"

I get up on that plane

I see so many seats in first class

Twelve, fourteen seats

Bruh

I sat in the back of the plane

Fucking crazy

And then, I go on that wack-ass vacation

The chef is feeding us the same meal every day like I was in jail still or something

I'm like, "Why are we eating jerk chicken and oxtail every single day, can we switch it up?"

No, the oxtail was fire though, but can we switch it up?

I can't eat that shit every day, what?

And then you proceed to go through my phone

You wanted to cry

You were lookin' for something

That's on you, it's on you

Sorry for your loss

Woah, woah

Fuck nigga wanna get fired on (21)

Starch a nigga up, put the iron on him (21)

Fah-fah-fah-fah-fah-fah-fah-fah

Fah-fah-fah-fah-fah-fah-fah-fah

Plenty niggas dyin' over that way (Yeah)

Quick to leave a opp in the ashtray (Pussy)

Keep a .19 like I'm Mac Dre (21)

Make a nigga mama have a bad day (21)

21 gang 4L, these niggas gon' tell

I ain't goin' back and forth on deals (On God)

I ain't goin' back and forth, send shells (On God)

I ain't goin' back and forth, nigga, spin (Fah)

Put a college bitch in a Benz (21)

Put her in the Benz, no note (21)

Hit 'em from the car, no scope (21)

We don't never tie, we score (On God)

She suck on my neck like she Dracula (Yeah)

Hit from the back, I might tackle her (Yeah)

Don't ask 'bout my opps 'cause we smackin' 'em (Yeah)

Fuck my opps, they haters (Pussy)

Fuck my opps, they hoes (Pussy)

The bitches that come around suck dick and don't pull they phone out, dem ones pros (On God)

Bitch, if you love me, then spoil me (21)

I treat the rap game like a toilet (On God)

All of my kids get left in her mouth, she say she don't believe in abortions (21)

Oh, you ain't got you a boyfriend? (21)

I see he be on his dork shit (21)

Nah, I ain't judgin', but they in the nosebleeds

You know I be on my court shit (Facts)

Fear Of Heights lyrics - drake

 Ayy, ayy, look

Why they make it sound like I'm still hung up on you?

That could never be

Gyal can't ruin me

Better him than me

Better it's not me

I'm anti, I'm anti

Yeah, and the sex was average with you

Yeah, I'm anti 'cause I had it with you

Okay, I'm auntie like your daddy sister

Auntie like a family picture

And I had way badder bitches than you, TBH

Yeah, that man, he still with you, he can't leave you

Y'all go on vacation, I bet it's Antilles

Let me stop

You know what? Fuck it, let me go

What? Ayy, what? Ayy, what? Ayy

Girl, you make me wanna cuff you like the law, huh

Girl, you make me wanna work you like the job, ayy

I know you a cat, but can your pussy do the dog?

Let's go pound for pound, I'm in Europe

Chrome Heart Culli', I had it imported

Got in my feelings, I had to record it

I never met a bitch that wasn't for it

Don't pay for pussy, I tip for the service

Let's keep it frank, I just got dessert

I'm in the G-Wagon Maybach

Just like some currency, baby, they had to convert it

I heard your bank account is on stuck

How can you keep it buck if you ain't got no bucks?

How can you keep it a hundred if you ain't got hundreds around 'cause you stackin' 'em up?

You niggas some pussy, for real

You niggas some sissy, for real

Virginia, I pull up and chill

You know you can't come where I stay

'Fore you get caught on a date

'Fore you get put on a plate, ah

'Fore you get slid on like skates

'Fore I get turned up like bass

I know that look on they face

Don't tell me your scared of Lil' Drake

Don't tell me your scared of Lil' Aubrey

My niggas is crazy, Wallahi

Don't even know how we escape

The chain on her neck is a A

And she got a lot that she need

So she gotta drop to her knees

Then she can go shoppin' for free

I got up with a opp at the mall

That nigga was coppin' a plea

Out the country, I link with OZ

Spendin' money ain't foreign to me

You don't do that shit more than me

You don't do this shit more than me

He might take you on trips and he might have some hits

But, baby, not more than me

He might be at the trap and order some ones

But ain't throwin' more than me

What? Ayy, what? Ayy, what? Ayy

Girl, you make me wanna cuff you like the law, huh

Girl, you make me wanna work you like the job, ayy

I know you a cat, but can your pussy do the dog?

Daylight lyrics - drake

 [Tony Montana:]

You're all a bunch of fucking assholes

You know why?

You don't have the guts to be what you wanna be

You need people like me

You need people like me so you can point your fucking fingers

And say that's the bad guy

Yeah (808 Mafia)

Grah

[Drake:]

Treat all my exes like Jehovah's Witnesses

Free all the dogs and fuck all the witnesses

They sittin' down, we standin' on business

Ayy, standin' on business

Standin' on business

Standin' on business

Standin' on, ooh

I'm tryna fuck all the bitches that look like my ex

I'm makin' her vex, I'm too complex

I carry a whole lotta gold on my neck

He talkin' down, he get put in a lake

Capo the type to show up to the wake

I'm geekin' hard, don't know what to take

Don't know what I took

My doggy got booked for actin' like Book

He shot 'em in... (Damn)

Shot him in daylight

Shot him in daylight

Shot him in daylight

(Shot him, he shot him, what? Shot him, what?)

Shot him in daylight

Shot him in daylight

Shot him in daylight (Broad day)

She went to Jung and she bought a body

I wasn't there when they caught the body

TBS think that I bought the body

Internet swear that I bought the body

Take more than that to go pop somebody

Them niggas talk about everybody

So lowkey I'm happy they got somebody, nigga, what?

Like what's in your shoe? We sockin' niggas

Like what's on your wrist? We clockin' niggas

Like anyone home? We knockin' niggas

We clumsy as fuck, we droppin' niggas

Like Lenny Kravitz show, we rockin' niggas

Like tennis indoors, we squashin' niggas

Like combo number one, we whoppin' niggas, nigga, what?

We grabbin' his girl and we leavin' a note

She broke up with him and deleted a post

She said she was vegan, she eatin' a goat (What?)

I'm geekin' hard, I know how it look

Don't know to take, don't know what I took

My doggy got booked for actin' like Book

He shot 'em in... (What?)

Shot him in daylight

Shot him in daylight

Shot him in daylight

(Shot him, he shot him, what? Shot him, what?)

Shot him in daylight

Shot him in daylight

Shot him in daylight (Broad...)

[Adonis:]

Don't talk to my man like that

I like it when you like it

My, my, my, my man

My, my, my, my man

Don't talk to my man like that

I like it when you like it

My, my, my, my man

My, my, my, my man

You know which one you want

I don't care which one you want

You can take whatever

I don't care what you do

I will always, watchin' for you