Drake Lyrics

IDGAF lyrics - drake (feat. Yeat)

Traveling forever in the dark

Darkness into blackness

There and back, it's always black

Oh-ah, it screeched across the sky

Nothing to do but lie

Fuck the bitch, I make her sweat, huh, I'ma die by my respect, huh

I put a check up on my neck, life check ya in the head

I signed for a couple milli', you only touched a hundred thou'

Man, I don't give a fuck who it is

I called up my twizz' (BNYX)

Don't give a fuck what y'all on

Man, fuck all of you (All of you)

Yeah, I don't be givin' no fucks (Not one), uh (Just pull up, pull up, woah)

I don't know if you caught on (Caught on)

I don't be givin' no fuck (Huh)

I say whatever I want, yeah, I do whatever I want, huh

I'm countin' up money for fun

And I'm poppin' these Percs just for fun (Luh geek)

Look, comin' live from the

Comin' live from the one after five

Comin' live from the three, two time

Whole gang fucked her eastbound and they down just like Danny McBride

Why I always see your dawgs in the city?

Think your boys left some soldiers behind

Just like the J, you boys try to vibe

That ain't gon' fly, nope

I took that one off of the table

October's Own, it's a label

I stay with that O like a tie

I stay with that O like a bagel

I stay with that O like a lifesaver

Shout' to my ex, I'm her lifesaver

My Glocky, it sit on the night table

You light on the waist like a lightsaber

In Seattle, it's just me and Twizz'

I hate you boys more than I ever did

You rappin' 'bout shit that you never did

My dawg in the can like a metal lid

Free the kid, free the kid, free the kid

I don't be givin' no fucks (Not one), uh (Just pull up, pull up, woah)

I don't know if you caught on (Caught on)

I don't be givin' no fuck (Huh)

I say whatever I want, yeah, I do whatever I want, huh

I'm countin' up the money for fun

And I'm poppin' these Percs just for fun (Luh geek)

All of my twizz' got a gun (Blam)

Couple of my twizz' on the run (Phew)

Couple of my twizz' sellin' Runtz (Luh geek)

Couple of my twizz' cut 'em up (Luh geek)

Yeah, couple of my twizz' sell a bunch

Heard your money got took like it's lunch (Hah)

We on the side and we punt

Bitch, I sleep in the day, I'on see sun (Uh-huh, yeah)

Big body Lamb' truck sittin' outside in the sun, it get you caught up, get you fried

You don't really have no swag, so what you did?

Your little buddy tried to take mine (Woo)

I never needed no help, I never needed nobody, I wait in no line (Woo)

Gonna be a minute, tell the time

If you did the crime, bitch, why you cryin'?

I just pulled up in a big body, I got a lot of money comin' in

I just got off the phone with my demon and he told me that I'm gon' win

I can't be wasting time on the 'net, I just be running up a fuckin' check

Fuck the bitch, I make her sweat, huh, I'ma die 'bout my respect, huh

I put a check up on my neck, life check ya in the head

I signed for a couple milli', you only touched a hundred thou'

Ain't nobody steal ya style, ain't nobody want yo' sauce

Tell me who the fuck gon' fall off, tell me who gon' make it out?

I don't be givin' no fucks (Not one), uh (Just pull up, pull up, woah)

I don't know if you caught on (Caught on)

I don't be givin' no fuck (Huh)

I say whatever I want, yeah, I do whatever I want, huh

I'm countin' up money for fun

And I'm poppin' these Percs just for fun (Luh geek)

7969 Santa lyrics - drake

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, damn

Damn, that's how you're dealing with me, damn

Damn, that's how you're-, that's how you're-

Ayy, look, look

Who the fuck is that? It's a disguise

You ain't who I thought I recognized

Twenty thousand pound on your rent

Bitch, I coulda spent that on the guys

I don't like what you did on them trips (Shit I don't like)

I don't like what you did to your lips (Shit I don't like)

I don't like the tone of your replies (Shit I don't like)

I don't like the look that's in your eyes (Shit I don't like)

Blame this shit on being 25

That excuse for me just doesn't fly

'Cause that keeps sayin' me, that's seven-nine

And that shit just gon' have you on my mind

Yeah

I just wanna get you off of my mind

Ayy, yeah, damn

Damn, that's how you're dealing with me, damn

I just wanna get you off of my mind

Seven-nine-six-nine, seven-nine-six-nine, seven-nine-six

Seven-nine-six-nine, seven-nine-six-nine

Ayy

Since I had some space to myself

I typed some shit, then I erased what I felt

That talk we had the other day didn't help

'Cause you really think you're out here moving stealth

I met the nigga everybody say you fucked

And I could tell he wasn't acting like hisself

Got you out here moving waste like a belt

If it ain't him then it must be somebody else

Damn

I don't like what you did on them trips (Shit I don't like)

I don't like what you did to your lips (Shit I don't like)

I don't like you tellin' just one side (Shit I don't like)

I don't like the fact you never cried (Shit I don't like)

Blame that shit on being 25

That excuse for me just doesn't fly

'Cause that keeps sayin' me, that's seven-nine

And that shit just gon' have you on my-

Baby, dogs will be dogs

Though we may run (But I promise)

Leave the door open

Tonight I'm coming home (Coming home)

Dogs will be dogs

No leash in sight

Leave the door open

I'm coming home tonight

Ah-woo, ah-woo

Ah-wooooooooo

That's that new Teezo touchdown, straight for all the dogs that's drivin' around in Beaumont lookin' for some cat. All you pitbulls should know by now that hundreds in a row look like tuna in a bowl. This is Curtis Cut-A-Bitch-Off. And you're listenin' to BARK Radio, live from Chapel Hill. Where the South was won. Whatever that means. We got some new Drake and SZA comin' up, and we gon' be givin' away some Drake tickets as well. You know we comin' to the H-Town to tear the roof off that motherfucka. This is BARK Radio

Slime You Out lyrics - drake (feat. SZA)

[Drake:]

I don't know

I don't know what's wrong with you girls

I feel like y'all don't need love, you need somebody who could micromanage you

You know what I'm sayin'? Tell you right from wrong

Who's smart from who's the fool

Which utensil to use for which food, like

I got a schedule to attend to, though

I can't relate

(6ix)

You bitches really get carried away

Makin' mistakes, then you beg me to stay

Got me wiggin' on you like I'm Arrogant Tae

You got my mind in a terrible place

Whipped and chained you like American slaves

Act like you not used to Sheraton stays

I met the nigga you thought could replace

How were there even comparisons made?

Bitch, next time, I swear on my grandmother grave

I'm slimin' you for them kid choices you made

Slimin' you out, slimin' you out, slimin' you out

Ayy, this ain't the littest I could get on you bitches

Send wires on wires on wires like Idris

You lucky that I don't take back what was given

I could have you on payment plan 'til you're hundred and fifty

And my slime right here, she got some bars for y'all niggas

So I'ma fall back and let SZA talk her shit for a minute

Slimin' you out, slimin' you out, slime

[SZA:]

Damn, these niggas got me so twisted

How the fuck you so real, but play bitch on my line?

I can feel what you're spinnin'

Got too much pride to let no burnt nigga slime me out

Pull up, go write about

My night, got time, let's discuss all those lies about

Frontin' out here like you diggin' me out

And I ain't even cummin', I'm in and out

And you ain't 'bout the shit you rappin' about

And I can spin a ho, I'm airin' it out

I'm goin' off like a sawed-off

You tell these hoes you ain't cuddlin'

But with me, you know you doin' all that shit

You tellin' these hoes you ain't trickin' off

But with me, you know I'm gon' get it all

How you niggas get so carried away?

Trippin' when that dick is barely third place

Fucked out of pity, it's cute that you lame

Dip 'cause it's mid, I can't fake like it's hangin'

Slimin' you out, I'm slimin' you out, I'm slimin' you out

Oh-woah, woah

[Drake:]

Yeah

January, you pretend to see life clearly, yearly

February is the time that you put the evil eye and the pride aside

For the fantasy of gettin' married, very scary

March got you already second guessin' titles

April, spring is here and just like a spring, you start to spiral

May brings some warmer days, poolside, gettin' very tan

June have you movin' ice cold, goin' back and forth with a married man

July, that's when I found out you lied

August, it was "baby" this, "baby" that like you had your tubes tied

September, we fallin' off, but I'm still the man you tryna win over

October is all about me 'cause your turn should've been over

November got you moodboardin' for next year and you're single

December the gift-givin' month and now you wanna rekindle our year

Tryna build trust, showin' me your DMs, how they tryna bag you

Ironic how the news I got about you ended up bein' bad news

Get a nigga hit for fifty racks, girl, the beef cost like it's wagyu

Get a nigga hit, I'll make his ass see the light like a half-moon

Shout to QC, pretty sure I made Pee M's like it's past noon

All I really know is W's and M's, life lookin' like a bathroom

All I really know is M bags like I drove through and ordered fast food

Sayin' that I'm too guarded with my feelings, who the fuck even asked you?

Seven bodyguards just in case somebody really wanna try and crash through

Don't know why I listen to you when I hear you talkin' to me, it's some half-truths

If I don't pay your rent, it end up like an old hairstyle, girl, it's past due

If I don't—

Ah-ah-ah, that's as far as I got

Bahamas Promises lyrics - drake

Dogs, man

Yeah, For All The Dogs

Mm, oh-oh-oh, ayy-ayy

Hailey, it's sad that I know all the tea

Broken pinky promises, you fucked up our Bahamas trip

I know that you're not for me

Hailey

I'm tired of your apologies

You put the "No" in monogamy (No)

You know that you're not for me

Hailey

I'm slidin' down Black Creek

My friends say they wanna meet (But I don't have the energy)

But I don't have the energy 'cause, ooh

I'm tired of your apologies

Broken pinky promises, you fucked up my Bahamas trip

I know that you're not for me, Hailey

You're livin' in my mind for free

And for someone you don't miss, I sure feel like somebody you need

Hailey

You ain't got nowhere to be

It's 'cause you should've been with me

The list of things we could've been

Damn

Guess I'll see you in my dreams

I'm fucked up off of T3

Promise I won't cause a scene

I got too much respect for me

Dogs, man

Yeah, For All The Dogs

Tried Our Best lyrics - drake

Oh, oh

I swear that there's a list of places that I been with you, I wanna go without you

Just so I can know what it's like to be there without havin' to argue

Swear I didn't have the discipline to leave your ass at home, you make it hard to

This life'll take a lot of listenin' to one another, shouldn't have involved you

I know not to now

Leave you at home if I wanna have a good night

Leave you at home if I wanna have a good time

Peace of mind

Leave you at home, bein' honest with you sometimes, I might

Leave you at home, blue bubbles blowin' my line, hard times

Stressed out, bad vibes

Treat you like

Treated you like

You're one of mine

Treated you

Treated you, treated you

Treated you, treat you right

Treat you right

There's no ribbon given to anyone that you dealt with

No badge of honor, no ceremony or benefits

I gotta start us up a support group with a membership

Your girl's in the bathroom laying down white lines like some premises

Wockhardt and Sierra Mist

Champagne, Eggs Benedict

Zoom call with her therapist

I'll cater to you, girl, but late night, you a terrorist

The girl that the boy cherishes workin' late night at the Pyramid, and it ain't right

Ain't something I can make right

Fucking up another date night

Fucking up another great night

Message read like a brake light

Words sharp like a steak knife

Fishing for some answers in that ocean with a fucking great white

We in the club with your gay friends

Always put you on a straight flight

You YSL like buy me some

I'm YSL like a snake bite

I swear to God, you think I'm Shakespeare

That's why you always wanna play, right?

This ain't something I can make right

Treat you like

Treated you like

You're one of mine

Treated you

Treated you, treated you

Treated you, treat you right

Treat you right

(Wockhardt and Sierra Mist)

(Treated you, treated you)

Ooh, ooh, ooh

Ooh-ooh

Screw The World (Interlude) lyrics - drake

[DJ Screw:]

Ayy

I never player hate

Uh, 'bout to screw the world

Fuck what you doin', they can't fuck with my crew

Screw the fuckin' world up

Mr. Nine-Six sit up in the pen

Drew A Picasso lyrics - drake

(Baby, you know, you know, you know I need your love)

You cannot find no one better than this

Tryna do right by you, but we can't mix, I try

Takin' three months off, then fuckin' again

After you said we not fuckin' again

Never say "never," just say what it is

Act like you need some insurance on it

We didn't get here on accident

Don't make me bring out them racks again

Your two best friends are some savages

Damn, how many days has it been?

Swearin' it's different, not genuine

Movin' like Snoopy and Charlie Brown

Feel like you tryna dog the kid

You're mine

Too many reasons why

I can't picture you with him

That's just so embarrassin'

I want to die, to die

I swear that I wanted you back then

Waitin' on you like a backend

You bad as fuck, ain't no cappin'

Statements you claimed never happened

This can't be the shit that you doin' to me

All of them nights you was slidin' around

Told me what niggas was doin' to you

That's the same shit that you doin' to me

You in the city, you laid up with him

While I'm on the road with no one to see

There's no way

(Baby, you know, you know, you know I need your love)

'Cause you cannot find no one better than this

Tryna do right by you, but we can't mix, I try

Fuckin' and argue and fuckin' again

After you said we not fuckin' again

Probably coulda made it work again if I

Was man enough to tell you you was wrong

Man enough to not put it in a song

For the world to sing along

Man enough, I coulda told you on my own

Man enough to admit that

Paragraph I sent last night, yeah, I probably shoulda never sent that

And when you layin' on your stomach, only time I ever wanna get my lick back

How the outsiders know the inside? They was never supposed to get that, nah

And that's just so embarrassin'

I want to die, to die

Ayy, I'm the one that you was wishin' for when you was married

That tale wasn't much of a fairy

Christmas, it wasn't that merry

You a trophy to me like the Larry

Ayy, I'm the one that you was wishin' for

In Miami and the owls with me like they just put my ass in Gryffindor

Mouth dry over twenty that I never bother gettin' no prescription for

Steez sayin' that you miss me and I won't say it to you, but I miss you more

Said we got each other back and then you put the knife in it like the kitchen drawer

Way I'm feelin' on this album, really took it easy on you, coulda written more

If the shoe was on the other foot and it was me, it woulda been guerilla war

Since you know I got a soft spot for you, this has turned into a civil war

Artists hittin' on you, broke as fuck, I swear them niggas probably live in Singapore

The athlete that you rollin' with, I saw his game last night, he didn't score

Fuck, I gotta say a little more

Show you spots you never been before

It's fucked up that we was goin' once and now you're goin' twice like a biddin' war

Why you act like just 'cause I go to the strip club, girl, that I don't love you?

You still listenin' to R Kelly in the whip, baby girl, and I don't judge you

I'ma end this shit and let the 40 beat play before I snap

In Booby Trap, throwin' more bills than your baby daddy trap

Yeah, grrah

Members Only lyrics - drake (feat. PARTYNEXTDOOR)

Wait

Wait, wait, wait, yeah

Wake up every day

Lord, please guide my way

I'm so grateful (Yeah)

I can't wait for September

'Cause that means that next month, it's goin' down like timber

You're too down with the gangy, you're one of my members

She gotta represent for the guys now, they gotta see a part of me in her (Yeah)

Red flag, blue flag, green flag, and a white flag to surrender (Yeah)

My ex girl was a head case, I cannot defend her

You're too down with the gangy, you're one of my members

They see you comin' down 'round in the realest way, now them hoes gettin' friendlier

You're too down with the

You're too down with the gangy, with the gangy

With the, what? With the gangy

You're too down with the members

You're too down for the O, girl, fuck November, December

Ask them other guys in the city what happened

LOL gang, we the last ones laughin'

Are you jackin' them or jackin' us?

When you ride around the 6ix, girl

Are you slappin' them or slappin' us?

I know the answer

I'll take you farther than Mexico (Yeah, yeah)

You still got niggas hard pressed on you though (Yeah)

I know you, shorty a ten, but not the messy ho (Yeah)

You standin' tall like the star-spangled

I'll give you my all if you're ready for it

Hop off the block if you're Jenny for me (Yeah)

Hop off the yacht with the Henny for me (Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta)

You know the airport is callin' our name

You know the Clairport is callin' our name

I'll take you farther than Biscayne, my girl (Woo, gangsta, gangsta, yeah)

You're too down with the gangy, you're one of my members (Yeah)

They see you comin' down 'round in the realest way, now them hoes gettin' friendlier

You're too down with the

You're too down with the gangy, with the gangy

With the, what? With the gangy

You're too down with the members

You're too down for the O, girl, fuck November, December

You're too down for the O, girl, the O, girl

Going deeper inside, my feelings can't subside

These walls are so thin, you gon' wake up the whole eastside, girl

Feel like I'm bi 'cause you're one of the guys, girl

All jokes aside, you gon' wake up the whole eastside

Wake up the whole eastside

Come and find you 'round B-side

On the road, goin' eighty

I live like forty minutes from you, that sex drive is crazy

You used to jack the other side, but that shit doesn't phase me

Not at all

Those guys were never gangy, those guys are in a strange place

Say you started datin' girls now, say it to me with a straight face

Oh, now it's girls

I wanna know all of your kinks

I wanna touch more money than Brinks

I bet I could change how you think

I know, I know I could have us both

Both comin' at the same time like, "Jinx," I'm talkin' dirty

Time to arch that back and put both hands down like 6:30

N-Y-see me later when I'm right there like New Jersey

All your friends keep judgin' us, it's like you're my attorney

What Would Pluto Do lyrics - drake

Damn, okay (Yeah)

I been out the way in a cut, it's been a minute (Been a minute)

Workin' on the album, now it's finished

Last time I saw her, she was fuckin' with my nigga

So the question is, the question is

What would Pluto do? He fucked the ho, so I did it (Yeah, yeah)

What would Pluto do? He definitely fuckin' on this ho, ayy

Wigglin' back into my old ways, ayy

Bunch of sedatives, hypnotics in my system, okay

Life is goin' just how I predicted, okay

Droppin' two Cialis in her liquid, okay

I ain't got a strap, I gotta risk it, okay

Baby girl, Adonis need a sister, okay

And my baby mama out the picture, okay

Think I'm 'Luminati 'cause I'm rich, well okay

Diamonds in the sky

Put your face down, ass in the air

Too plused up, ayy, bussin' off pill

Keep our shit trill, crack a new seal

New Rolls, bought it for the thrill

Too lazy to even change out the wheel

Yeah, thought they knew my body, guess they don't

Thought they knew my body, guess they don't, ayy

Thought they knew my body, guess they

Ayy, guess they don't

I'm geekin' off of my pride (Yeah, yeah)

Lost my Sprite deal 'cause Wayne kept pourin' fives

You know I'm beefin' with much older guys (Much older guys)

'Fore I catch up with them, then probably

Ayy, what, R.I.P them fuck niggas (Damn, what)

What, really hate a rap nigga

Let's not even talk about them fuck niggas, fuck them

Hit my line talkin' about what's up, well, what's up then?

Last time I saw you, you was talkin' about reduction

Lookin' at you now, I see you ain't get rid of

Lookin' at you now, I see you ain't get rid of nothin'

Where you get that jeans from? Who sewed the buttons?

'Cause that shit still poppin' out the front and the back

That shit still poppin' out the, damn

That shit came poppin' out them jeans like a ghost

Girl, you gotta pop that on me like a coat

Swear I wanna creep behind your back like a joke

Swear I wanna lift you up like your hopes

Swear I wanna tear your box out like a coach

Get inside and bend a dick just like the pope

Girl, you got me begging for a ten, like I'm broke

Girl, I want us hangin' out in the summer like a coat

Girl, I wanna slide in your box like a vote

Tryna have you comin' out your shell like the yolk

But I heard that you fuckin' with a nigga that I know (Okay, so?)

Damn, okay ('Kay)

I been out the way in a cut, it's been a minute (Been a minute)

Workin' on the album, now it's finished (Yeah, it's finished)

Last time I saw her, she was fuckin' with my nigga

So the question is (Yeah), the question is (Yeah)

What would Pluto do? He fucked the ho, so I did it (Yeah, yeah)

What would Pluto do? He definitely fuckin' on this ho

(Yeah, yeah)

All The Parties lyrics - drake (feat. Chief Keef)

[Drake:]

Ayy

Ayy, ayy

Grr

Yeah, Jason got money that glow in the dark

Hit up the dawg like I'm OVO Mark

Walk-in closet, got more Chrome in than Stark

Forty K a night to sleep at the Mark

Guess it's time for me to cover the shark

Me and KD 'bout to turn up the art

Fuck you hoes, I swear I'm breakin' your heart

It's broken

I bought the house just to knock that shit down

I bought the Rolls just to take it apart

She bought an ass, now she makin' it arch

Doctor's office was the last time that you niggas even had your name on a chart

Shawty graduated, playin' it smart (Ayy, yeah)

[Chief Keef:]

Used to be a smarty

Used to wanna study, now she poppin' Addies

She at all the parties, T'd up with 3Hunna

She just did her body, she in love with Sosa

Girl, you such a thottie

Ayy, Sosa, baby

[Drake:]

Used to be a smarty

Used to wanna study, now I drop the addy

And she at all the parties, T'd up with 3Hunna

Showin' off her body, she in love with Sosa

Girl, you such a thottie, ayy

Money on my mind, I'm rackin' my brain

Shout to Lil' Palestine, she with the gang

Shout to lil' A1 from Foxwood and Jane

Shout to lil' Izzy, she work as a stewardess

I should probably go and get her the Plain Jane

Free Baby M out the shackle and chain

Me, my evil twin, we one in the same

Shout to Machine from the Wood, free 17 from the Lane

R.I.P. Smoke, it's a shame, I'm bumpin' 'em all in the Range

I love all y'all niggas the same, I wish this was back in the day, for real

Forty deep in the East End

We call it swimmin' in the deep end

My bitches playin' PND and them

The shorties only listen to Weeknd

They archin' back and makin' knees bend

And they ain't graduate but they geekin'

And they live in a crib with a cheap rent, yeah

And I wish I could dead all the beefin'

And I wish I could dead all the dissin' deceased friends

I wish we could be friends

Probably sound like I'm preachin'

The city might sleep in some peace then

But it's not realistic

What's realistic is money that we spend

We coppin' cars like policemen

We heavy guys like obese men

I keep showin' love to the streets and

It's still free the guys 'til they free men, yeah, yeah

And it's 6, our town a dead end world

East End boys and West End girls, yeah

East End boys and West End girls, ayy

Used to be a smarty

Used to wanna study, now I send the addy

And she at all the parties, T'd up with 3Hunna

Showin' off her body, she in love with Sosa

Girl, you need a hobby

[Outro:]

This is the starchild, a.k.a. DJ Pooper Scooper

What's on top of the house? Roof

What's in the top of your mouth? Roof

What's Babe name? Roof

What do a dog say? Roof

We comin' to tear the what off? Roof

They raise your tax, we raise the roof

B.A.R.K. Radio

8am In Charlotte lyrics - drake

In God's hands (Conductor)

Be grateful

That He was there

Glory (Yeah)

I'm out here on the road

You can hear it in the voice (Glory)

Ah-em, still get this shit off, though

Look

The money speakin' for itself, I call it fortune-tell

Fire top from a bitch that work at corporate sales

Chinchilla ushanka, we skiin' out in Courchevel

Breakin' news, they tried to kill him, but the boy prevails

I leave for tour and my niggas fuckin' go to jail

Preachin' to the dogs 'bout wantin' more for themselves

It's weighin' heavy on my moral scale

Knowin' they gon' sell another citizen 'cane, they think they Orson Welles

Walk in Chanel, they like, "How the fuck you need more Chanel?"

I got these cats tuckin' tails on fourth-quarter sales

I'm used to seein' tears drop over enormous meals

The restaurant clears out, faint echoes of Lauryn Hill

I say, "We gotta talk about us," I feel like Jordan Peele

Could tell I'm gettin' under your skin like a orange peel

'Cause your words don't match your actions like a foreign film

And now it's silence in the Lamb' like the horror film

Things get quiet after me statin' the obvious

Things get kinky after fifteen years of dominance

That October sky is lookin' ominous

The money is autonomous

Shout' to Oliver North, he out in Rome doin' Toronto shit

And Jeremiah the watchdog, you niggas know what time it is

I'm in and out of Houston Hobby so much, I'm a hobbyist

Hoes waitin' on Cench in the lobby, that boy a lobbyist

Savage got a green card straight out of the consulate

Where I go, you go, brother, we Yugoslavian

Formal is the dress code, dawg, so many checks owed

I feel Czechoslovakian, nigga, what the fuck?

Nah, I'm movin' different right now, for real, like

I feel like if Mike switched out the glove for the pen, like

This shit just too enticing right now, you know?

Look

Diamonds do the silly dance, I raise up the wine glass

Metal detectors beepin' and security bypass

The numbers goin' up, someone pull up the line graph

The days are goin' by, it's like I'm livin' in time-lapse

Been talkin' to Adel like he majored in finance

Shania Twain, notepad, I'm makin' it line-dance

You tryna rob me, and it's gon' feel like you sittin' at your favorite restaurant 'cause, nigga, that's where you dyin' at

Mob ties, I swear we like a bitch with fine sisters and fine cousins, the family all bad

I'm preachin' to the dawgs about cleanin' they images

I swear I'm like a young T.D. Jakes to my menaces

Long-kiss goodnight, PDA for my nemesis

Three hunnid acres, PGA on the premises

That's what's really brackin' like this verse in parentheses

I'm givin' hits to niggas on some, don't even mention it

Like, don't even worry about it, like

You can hit me back whenever, or

Or don't, you know?

It is what it is, I guess

Yeah, hm

Look

You young boys take some of that money and set it aside

Not havin' enough to pay your tax is a federal crime

You niggas obsessed with me, and it's not on no-hetero vibe

Handle beef so quiet, you think that I'm lettin' it slide

Next thing you know, we tip-toein' past enemy lines

Diss me so long ago, we making your memories fly

Conspiracy theories start floatin' 'round like the Kennedy guy

I'll prolly hold a grudge against you guys 'til I'm seventy-five

Ayy, niggas lyin' for a livin', I couldn't relate

We all gotta lay in the bed we make, but that couldn't be Drake

You forced a lot of fake love when real ones stood in your face

That's why you got deserted by your niggas like puddin' and cake

I got you on camera bowin' down, but the footage is safe

Thank God, another USB to put in the safe

Thank God, at the crib, dippin' my foot in the lake

I swear that y'all turned me into the villain, I couldn't escape

Not sayin' I'm the best at what I do

I'm just sayin' that it's me versus whoever wanna lose

Pick any one of the Who's Whos, I got .22s for new crews

R.I.P. to the DJ from Houston, we loose screws

Helicopters, cop lights, and news crews

Niggas steady cryin' to my daddy, well, boo-hoo

You prolly heard a lot about the boy, well, true, true, haha

(In God's hands) Yeah

(Be grateful)

(That He was there)

BBL Love (Interlude) lyrics - drake

[Drake:]

Bust that pussy open for a real one

She call me her baby like I'm still one

They say love's like a BBL, you won't know if it's real until you feel one

Can I feel it? Can I feel it? Can I feel it? Can I feel one?

Can I feel it? Can I feel it? Can I feel?

Sometimes, I think to myself, "What if I was somebody else?"

Would your ass still be here?

What if I had a CDL even at a STL on our way to ATL in a big 18-wheel

Would your ass still be here?

Would you love Ed like you love Drake?

Love Fred like you love Drake?

Love Greg like you love Drake?

Love Sayed like you love Drake?

Thought you said that you love Drake?

Thought you said, ayy

Your man brought you to the Drake show

Front row and paid all cash

Dressed up to the nines, girls showin' all titties, showin' all ass

Lookin' at me like you're single, lookin' like you got a hall pass

Better take your ass home tonight and love that man like you say you love Drake

I'm a well-known player, I'm a well-known trick

I'm as well as well-known guests with a long list

Of some ho-ho-hoes still waitin' on a gift

Guess them ho-ho-hoes still believe in Saint Nick, yeah

I'm a Saint, alright? I frank the saner, bitch

I don't know what you thought this was, baby girl, but that ain't this

I don't know who said you a slick

Now my uncle, that boy slick

I don't know who said you was thick

Now see ****, that girl thick

Nah, I ain't name droppin', I'm just game droppin'

I'm just plane hoppin'

Hoppin' out and hoppin' in

You gon' have to run that top again

These boys prayin' I don't drop again

[Sade Adu:]

This is Sade Adu

And you're listening to BARK Radio

Gently lyrics - drake (feat. Bad Bunny)

[Drake:]

Yeah

My G, Tití came VIP happy from the baño

Baby, my wrist is from Casablanco

Me gusta su sonrisa aunque me haga daño

I live like Sopranos, Italianos

I've been El Chico for cincuenta años

Me gusta su culazo perreando

Le da hasta abajo, le gusta este tamaño

Dale, Papi Champaño, jheez

Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh

Either I slow down the trip or I speed up the visa

Mi nah wan' leave ya

Grab Eliza, bring her to Ibiza

Introduce to Richie aquí

My broski Benito, he needs a banita

A freak, bien loquita

Crazy booty, mi amor, mi amiga

Ella sabe que está bien rica

[Bad Bunny:]

¿Usted se cree que quiero que usted me invierta mi dinero en la 42 donde la gente está bailando dembow?

Ey, ja, ey, ey, ey

Ay, santo, Dios mío, qué acicale

En RD están to's mis cueros, en PR to'a las gyales

Las mías se roban el show si sale

To's quieren ser yo, pero no les sale

En Casa de Campo, chucky

En México ando bélico

Baby, vo'a joderte el cosmético

Trépate encima, ponme la skimask

Bajen la luz y cierren la cortina

Que no quiero video, estoy harto de la foto

Estoy harto de to'l mundo, meno' de ese toto, de ese toto, je

Meno' de ese toto, de ese toto, je, ey

Botella de champaña yo las descorché

Me puse bellaco cuando la escuché

Decirme "papi" adentro 'e la Porshe

Fuck, mami, holy shit

Qué rico tú chinga', je

Las boris me piden bicho, las cubana' quieren pinga

"Fuck me so good", me dice la gringa

Mami, te pasaste, ey

La baby tiene marido y no me dijo na' (Je)

Tranquila, eso no e' na'

Doscienta' botella y por ahí vienen má'

Por ahí vienen má'

La baby tiene marido y no me dijo na' (Je)

Tranquila, eso no e' na'

Mucha' bebecita y por ahí vienen má'

Por ahí vienen má'

Rich Baby Daddy lyrics - drake (feat. Sexyy Red & SZA)

Is it over? I could be another

Is it?

Bend that ass over (Baow), let that coochie breathe (Yeah)

Shake that ass, bitch, hands on your knees (Ho)

Hands on your knees (Ho), hands on your knees (Ow)

Shake that ass for Drake (Yup), now, shake that ass for me

Bend that ass over (Baow), let that coochie breathe (Yeah)

Shake that ass, bitch, hands on your knees

Hands on your knees, hands on your knees

Shake that ass for Drake (Yeah), now, shake that ass for me

Ayy, I still got some love deep inside of me

No need to lie to me, I know you got a guy

He's not not a guy to me

Just say goodbye to him, then take the ride to me, ride to me

I still got some love deep inside of me

Please drag it out of me

You just might

Just might get that G-Wagon out of me

Please drag it out of me, please drag it out

Rollie gang, patty gang, rich baby daddy gang

I'm with Red like I'm at a Cincinnati game

Hood bitch, tat her gang 'fore she tat her name

Real bitch, held me down 'fore I had a name

Heard there's money on my head, what is that to me?

I put a hundred bands on him, he put a rack on me

We from two different worlds, but it's a match to me

The bend it over only time she turn her back on me (For real)

Bend that ass over (Baow), let that coochie breathe (Yeah)

Shake that ass, bitch, hands on your knees (Ho)

Hands on your knees (Ho), hands on your knees (Ow)

Shake that ass for Drake (Yup), now, shake that ass for me

Bend that ass over (Baow), let that coochie breathe (Yeah)

Shake that ass, bitch, hands on your knees

Hands on your knees, hands on your knees

Shake that ass for Drake (Yeah), now, shake that ass for me

Your man so good and you deserve that in your suffering

I need a dick and conversation, can you cover me?

I had a feeling this is more than what we both say

I had a feeling this is more than a feeling

I can't let you get away

Feels good, but it can't be love

Ain't a damn thing that I do

Ain't a damn thing, oh

Bend that ass over (Ooh), let that coochie breathe (Ooh)

Shake that ass, bitch (Ooh), hands on your knees (Ooh)

Hands on your knees (All been there), hands on your knees

Shake that ass for Drake (Uh), now, shake that ass for me

Bend that ass over (Yeah), let that coochie breathe (Yeah)

Shake that ass, bitch (Yeah), hands on your knees (Hands on your)

Hands on your knees (Hands on your), hands on your knees (Yeah)

Shake that ass for Drake, now, shake that ass for me (Shake, shake, shake)

You like my voice, I turn you on

Red weave, it match my thong

He heard about me, know my song

I drive him crazy, can't leave me 'lone

Foreign trucks, I pull up

Thirty inches to my butt

Nails done, I'm fine as fuck

Niggas tryna see what's up

I'm lucky

Bend that ass over (Baow), let that coochie breathe (Yeah)

Shake that ass, bitch, hands on your knees (Ho)

Hands on your knees (Ho), hands on your knees (Ow)

Shake that ass for Drake (Yup), now, shake that ass for me

Bend that ass over (Baow), let that coochie breathe (Yeah)

Shake that ass, bitch, hands on your knees

Hands on your knees, hands on your knees

Shake that ass for Drake (Yeah), now, shake that ass for me

You know the root of it

You know the lies and you know the truth of it

I see the future and I can see you in it

Girl, I'm not stupid, so don't play no stupid shit

I swear, poppin' my shit come with consequences

Post nut clarity, I came to my senses

I knew it was love when it started as a friendship

Askin' 'bout a baby, we should probably get a Frenchie

And take care of the dog

Take care of the dog

Until the dog days are over

The dog days are done

And you know I'm the one, I'm the one

The dog days are over, dog days are done

And you know I'm-

We was fuckin' night after night, I'll change your life

You ain't even know how to suck it right, I taught you right

You ain't even heard of Grace Bay 'til I bought the flight

You ain't even know how cold you was 'til I bought you ice

You can't even look at him the same, we a different type

You just text me trippin', I reply, "Have a safe flight"

Wanna stick around for the ride, baby, hol' on tight

Another Late Night lyrics - drake (feat. Lil Yachty)

(Grow up, nigga)

Grrah, grrah, ayy

This lil' Drizzy reppin' 'Crete, ayy

My brother Capo from the way, he from the street, ayy

Wanna fuck with me? Well, baby, I'm discreet, ayy

Ayy, thinkin' 'bout this pill I took, pillow talkin'

Shawty ran some Dillon Brooks, can't believe this nigga talkin', damn

My bank account is magnolia, Milly rockin', ayy

Weirdos in my comments talkin' 'bout some Millie Bobby, look

Bring them jokes up to the gang, we get to really flockin'

Or send a finger to your mama in some FedEx boxes

Open up that shit, it's jaw droppin', really shockin', ayy

I ain't pretty flacko, bitch, this shit get really rocky, ayy, what? Damn, what?

Dirty how I did him in the Wraith, what? Say

She actin' Hollywood, this ain't L.A., no way

She a pretty little lie like she shaped, but that's bae

Long as she don't lie to me, then it's okay

It's just another late night with my bitch, ayy

Just another late night with my bitch, ayy (With my bitch)

And I hate to even call her ass my bitch, ayy (Yeah, my bitch)

'Cause I love that ho, don't even make no sense, man (Pssh, pssh)

Just another late night with my dawg (Pssh, with my dawg)

Just another late night with my bitch (Pssh, with my bitch)

And we ridin' 'round tryna make sense (Make sense)

Of whatever comes first, it comes next (Yeah, blatt)

Hm, hm (Grrah, pssh), hm (Yeah, pssh), hm (Yeah, pssh)

Hm, hm (Pssh), hm (Concrete), hm

Huh, yeah (Pssh), huh, yeah, yeah, huh (Pssh)

It's Lil Boat, I'm practically now from the 6ix (Pssh, pssh)

My doggy Luxxy ignorant, he from the bricks

Thinkin' 'bout this styrocup, really Wockin'

Let her fuck on one my opps, let's see who really poppin'

Demolition gang, pop out, yeah, we get it knockin'

Boost a white bitch up and now she think she really poppin'

Fuck my bitch new body, sadly, I got demoitis

My bitch know it's us without openin' either of her eyelids (Us)

It be so pure I don't even fuck, ain't tryna raise her mileage

You take G6s knowin' you'll never take one with pilot ('Kay)

I let her go, she fine as hell but baby wasn't stylish (Yeah)

She had big tits like Billie Eilish but she couldn't sing (Drip)

We catch the opps, don't want no apologies, just kiss the ring (Mwah)

(Brrt) Yeah, ring, (Brrt, damn), yeah, ring

(Brrt) Mwah, ring, (Brrt), yeah, ring

I'll support the opps before I support sippin' green ('Kay)

We up in the Turks with twenty bitches, just me and my team, (Us)

It's just another late night with my bitch, ayy

Just another late night with my bitch, ayy (With my bitch)

And I hate to even call her ass my bitch, ayy (Yeah, my bitch)

'Cause I love that ho, don't even make no sense, man (Pssh, pssh)

Just another late night with my dawg (Pssh, with my dawg)

Just another late night with my bitch (Pssh, with my bitch)

And we ridin' 'round tryna make sense (Make sense)

Of whatever comes first, it comes next (Yeah, blatt)

Away From Home lyrics - drake

(I-I-I-)

Ayy, what?

It's so, is it real?

Yeah, ayy

Give a fuck if they remember

I was in the cold, windows froze, I was sleepin' in the whip tryna get a fucking grip

I remember

Didn't have no hoes tryna go, all these rappers lil' broed me, fuck, fuck

Fuck 'em, I remember

Way before they had a fuckin' DM, I was whippin' in the Ac' like that shit was European

I remember

I remember drivin' Holland Tunnel for a label meetin', thinkin' 'bout more cake than a funnel

I remember

Now these niggas don't remember

I know Neeks remember, I know Jay remember, Chubbs'll make them boys remember

Dead broke, splittin' pennies with my members

Fuck a spread, we was splittin' chicken tenders (I-I-I-)

'Member I was sleepin' in the basement, watchin' Tigger in the basement, I was tryna get a placement

I remember

Days in the East with the bros, watchin' Tristan and Devoe while they runnin' up the score

I remember

TT was headed to the league, I was sleepin' up at Metalworks tryna plant a seed

I remember

Rollin' through the city, gettin' beats, always peepin' out the streets 'cause I was beefin' with the bleeks

I remember

I was tryna get a portion, tryna make a fortune

B-Town with Candy, I'm tryna be her boyfriend

3 AM at Y2, runnin' off endorphins

Start adoptin' my brothers' beefs like a orphan

I was still on Rose when it's pourin' and stormin'

This shit is not rewardin', I do not feel important

I wanna see some scratch from the shit that I'm recordin'

In Memphis smokin' Blacks, tryna act like I enjoy them

A Maurice François Girbaud what I'm sportin'

And Mos Def gave me like a rap for performin'

Crib I got now make me think of when I had to put some money on a mortgage

This don't feel like home anymore

It's just wall, doors, and floors

That only I can afford

Remember when it used to mean more, mean more

I got money in the top drawer

That ain't much, but we not poor

You're mine and I'm yours

Like a broke couple, we don't wanna court, for sure

I remember pullin' up at TAO, seein' Quincy Jones, nigga talkin' to me like he proud

I remember

I remember Mike designed the owl, then he sued the fucking guys, and he duckin' until now

I remember

'Member Reesie stayin' at the house, then she left me for my dog like she never took the vow

I remember

My cousin Ryan fronted me a pound and I couldn't even flip it, had to bring it back around

I remember

I remember printin' up our T-shirts with Kyle, we in love with the same girl, beefin' like a cow

I would pick them shits up, nigga wouldn't even smile

Nigga better crack a smile 'fore we do a nigga foul

To keep it real, I wasn't really gangster 'til now

I was livin' on a cloud, I was quiet as a mouse

I was in the club gettin' lost in the crowd

Wasn't doin' what I wanted to, I do what was allowed

I remember fightin' over Monica with Jason

I remember only knowin' Andre and Jason

I remember buyin' all the iceberg from Jason

That's three different Jasons, my life like The Matrix

Even got on 106 & Park with replacement

My mama was my manager, my uncle was my agent

Dr. Dre'll send a nigga home, that took patience

Four GRAMMY's to my name, a hundred nominations

Esperanza Spalding was gettin' all the praises

I'm tryna keep it humble, I'm tryna keep it gracious

Who give a fuck Michelle Obama put you on a playlist?

Then we never hear from you again like you was taken

Who the CEO of Universal? They mistaken

'Cause Google sayin' Lucian, but that just doesn't make sense

Who fillin' up the piggy bank? Who bringin' home the bacon?

This shit don't come on vinyl, I'm still record-breakin'

How could I forget? How could I forget?

I was on a Greyhound way before the jet

Buffalo, New York was like the furthest I could get

At the Walden Galleria tryna make the money stretch

Student Price Card and a Yorkdale connect

Whole time, Courtne Smith was keepin' me in check

Try and find an inch of the city I ain't stepped in

If it's war, I'll lay my life down for the set then

Yeah

And I put that shit on Mads and that nigga was my best friend

Yeah

And I put that shit on Johnny Bling, that nigga was my best friend

Right

And I put that shit on Richard, that nigga was my best friend

Ayy, yeah

Broke his right hand, still took a fight with his left hand

I remember

Yeah

I-I-

Polar Opposites lyrics - drake

Yeah

Ayy

Tweakin' on vacation with me

You set limitations with me

Why do I get treated different?

I don't know how you run the bases with me

Then say nothing sacred with me

Why do I get treated different?

Sun is setting on the Atlantic, I bet a full moon is gonna show

Wondering what rocks your boat

What keeps your heavy heart afloat

I don't know, I don't know

Bipolar baby, seems like it just went undiagnosed

Blocked me on everything, that's so immature, so unprovoked, I

Don't even know why

Had to plans to understand ya

Marry, I know you broke my faith

Why you gotta listen to the propaganda?

We just broke the ice, and now you're both leaving

I was being kind, I don't understand ya

You should let your sister be the voice of reason

Either it's your text that I'm misreading

Or it's just your actions are misleading

Don't know how they do things in Pristina

I just know the tension is increasing

It's plenty people dead to me still breathing

Plenty other ways to get over people

You ain't had to step on me to gain freedom

No, no, you remind me of someone I think you know

You know and I know things that she didn't know

I'm not the same person I was five drinks ago

You tried to grease me, but we're not in Mykonos

I don't get hurt much, but I'm not invincible

Bidin' my time with you, then things got political

Oh, I read your last text, you're gettin' bold

Tellin' me what rocks your boat, what keeps your heavy heart afloat

I don't know

Bipolar baby, seems like it just went undiagnosed

Blocked me on everything, that's so immature, so unprovoked, I

Don't even know why

Don't know why

I adore

I adore you

Baby, I adore you

If I mentioned the pride before the fall

'Cause I wanna risk it all for you

What they say 'bout the writings on the wall?

No clue

Baby, I adore you

Baby, I adore

I adore you

Baby, I adore

mixtape: Her Loss (2022)

More M's lyrics - Drake & 21 Savage

[21 Savage:]

(Metro)

Metro in this bitch goin' brazy

Strike like a match, knock him out his hat

Knife to a gun fight, this ain't none of that

Had to cut her off, she got too attached

I ain't wastin' time that I'm never gettin' back

Takin' less L's, makin' more M's

Put her Skims on, now she actin' like she Kim

Take it to the paint, take it to the rim

You look good on camera, baby, let's go make a film

Big diamonds, Big Puns, VS1's

Long guns, home runs, I'm the don

I can hang in the trenches with no one

Plenty switches with extensions, it's no fun

Givin' out spankings

Ridin' with lil'— 'cause he shoot without thinkin'

Baptize a nigga, send him home in a blanket

Upgrade a bitch and put some diamonds in her anklet

Better not get no throw up on my seat, I know you drinkin'

You ain't fuck no rapper, you a dinosaur, you ancient

I like fried rice, you better cook like you an Asian

Wrote a lot of verses, but I never wrote no statement

I been in them rooms, I never did no contemplatin'

This bitch wanna argue, I ain't doin' no debatin'

Seen her with her nigga, waved my hand, I'm like, "Hey, friend,"

Lookin' at the Shade Room, that shit be entertainin'

Tryna turn an opp into a motherfuckin' painting

Wells Fargo where I'm banking, nigga

Heard your album sales tankin', nigga

My bros down the road shank you, nigga

Strike like a match, knock him out his hat

Knife to a gun fight, this ain't none of that

Had to cut her off, she got too attached

I ain't wastin' time that I'm never gettin' back

Takin' less L's, makin' more M's

Put her Skims on, now she actin' like she Kim

Take it to the paint, take it to the rim

You look good on camera, baby, let's go make a film

[Drake:]

6 God lurkin'

Come up off that bag for the boy that keep working

Dissin' on his album and it flopped, he deserved it

Come up out that booth and bring that energy in person

Got so many hits, it wouldn't be fair to do no verses

I could really go five hours in the stadium

What happened to that nigga claiming OVO? We traded him

Thought I was a popstar, I'm Slaughter Gang, I baited 'em

Walk around like Prince 'cause I got a lot of lady friends

Used to be in 'Sauga out at Sega City Playdium

Skatin' through this album like a Montreal Canadien

Way that I ran shit, you'd think I was Iranian

Niggas see my deal, look at they deal and now they hate the kid

Fuck, let me kick it basic

Niggas ain't got love for the boy, so they fake it

Crack a couple jokes to some bitches on some snake shit

But if I send a verse to they ass, then they'll take it

Shoot a video, arm around me like we aces

Or pop out at my shows, jump around with me on stages

Probably why these hoes love to shower me with praises

Might've fucked a rapper, girl, but you ain't fucked Drake yet

Yeah

[21 Savage:]

Metro in this bitch goin' brazy

Strike like a match, knock him out his hat

Knife to a gun fight, this ain't none of that

Had to cut her off, she got too attached

I ain't wastin' time that I'm never gettin' back

Takin' less L's, makin' more M's

Put her Skims on, now she actin' like she Kim

Take it to the paint, take it to the rim

You look good on camera, baby, let's go make a film

(Metro)

Metro in this bitch goin' brazy

Rich Flex lyrics - Drake & 21 Savage

[Young Nudy:]

Go buy a zip of weed, hit the club

Pay for 'bout ten niggas to get in, we crunk, lit, in this bitch, yeah

[21 Savage:]

Know we walk around the world

Steppin', not givin a damn 'bout where our feet land at, yeah

Get your ass mushed, smooshed (6ix)

Yeah, 21, the biggest

Put a nigga in the chicken wing, pussy

[Drake (21 Savage):]

21, can you do somethin' for me? (21)

Can you hit a lil' rich flex for me? (21)

And 21, can you do somethin' for me? (21, 21)

Drop some bars to my pussy ex for me

Then 21, can you do somethin' for me? (Yeah)

Can you talk to the opps necks for me? (Okay)

21, do your thing 21, do your thing (21)

Do your thing, 21, yeah okay

[21 Savage:]

Yellow diamonds in the watch, this shit cost a lot

Never send a bitch your dot, that's how you get shot

I DM in vanish mode, I do that shit a lot

Took her panties off and this bitch thicker than the plot

All my exes ain't nothin', them hoes busted

If my opps ain't rappin', they ass duckin'

You ain't ready to pull the trigger, don't clutch it

I know you on your period baby, can you suck it?

I'm a savage (21)

Smack her booty in Magic

I'll slap a pussy nigga with a ratchet

I might slap a tracker on his whip and get the addy (Pussy)

Don't call me on Christmas Eve, bitch, call your daddy (21)

Bitch, call your uncle (21), bitch, don't call me (21)

Always in my L, your ho a freak (Fuck)

Why my opps be posting guns and only use they feet? (21)

Paid like an athlete, I got-

[Drake:]

All you hoes, all of you hoes need to remember who y'all talking' to

It's a Slaughter Gang CEO

I got dick for you if I'm not workin', girl

If I'm busy then fuck no

You need to find you someone else to call

When your bank account get low, you need to find you someone-

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

I'm on that Slaughter Gang shit, ayy, murder gang shit

Ayy, Slaughter Gang shit, ayy, murder gang shit, ayy

Stick and stones, chrome on chrome

That's just what a nigga on

Internet clones, got 'em kissin' through the phone

Pussies clickin' up so they don't feel alone, ayy

Nan' nigga seein' me, I'm young money CMB

I used to roll with CMG, the house is not a BNB

The bad bitches waitin' on a nigga like I'm PND

I'm steady pushin' P, you niggas pushing PTSD

I told her ass to kiss me in the club, fuck a TMZ

I used to want a GMC, when Woe was doing BNE

We revvin' up and goin' on a run like we DMC

I layup with her for a couple days, then its BRB

You rappers love askin' if I fucked, when you know we did

When you know we did

She came in heels but she left out on her cozy shit

Ayy, I'm livin every twenty-four like Kobe did

Shoutout to the 6ix, R.I.P to 8

Swear this shit is gettin' ate, I'm on ten for the cake

Get a lot of love from twelve, but I don't reciprocate

Fifty-one division state patrollin' when it's late

21 my addy, so the knife is on the gate

All the dawgs eatin' off a Baccarat plate

Niggas see Drake and they underestimate

Take it from a vet', that's a rookie ass mistake, ayy

Ah, ah

Slaughter Gang shit, ayy, murder gang shit

Ayy, Slaughter Gang shit, ayy, murder gang shit

On God

Boy, look, you the motherfuckin' man, boy, you, ooh

You is the man, you hear me?

Major Distribution lyrics - Drake & 21 Savage

[Drake:]

No, no, no, no, no, no

No, no, no, no, no

Major distribution, man, my label on my dick, for real

Fuckin' with your friend and she ain't tell you, y'all ain't shit, for real

I've been out here crushin' on success, now she my bitch, for real

You say I'm persuasive, girl, but you can't spell that shit, for real

Hmm, hmm, in this mansion, I'm Macaulay Culkin

Paid in full, I'm Mekhi Phifer

Know you're tired, we just did dinner for three hours

Lyin' to me all night

Buyin' Benz Benzes out of spite

Paid a hundred, ran up somethin' light

Simple price to keep 'em out my life

Booby Trap, we need a business office

Magic City need a business office

Twenty-nine, I keep a business office

I'm in love with Houston, Dallas, Austin

Tell your guys to hold off on the team

Changed, seem like they may need money for coffins

Cuban girl, a fan of ground coffee

Text me on the signal, don't call me

Hmm, hmm, major distribution, labels call me

Bad Bunny numbers, it's a robbery

Five-hundred million, just for Aubrey

Hmm, hmm, yeah, major distribution how I pop it

Mention me to be the hottest topic

Same place you singin', bitch, you shoppin'

Okay, go stupid, go stupid

Go stupid, go stupid

Okay, okay, go stupid, stupid

Go stupid, go stupid

Go stupid, okay

[21 Savage:]

Nigga tried to play this shit light, play it cool, play me like I'm sweet

Fuckin' on an opp nigga bitch, say she miss the golds in my teeth

4L shit, know we steppin', y'all should get to funeral preparin'

SF90, this is not McLaren, make an IG model run my errands

He gon' miss and we gon' spin his parents, stayed in Houston long as Steve Francis

Shoot his feet, got him doin' dances, wiggin' niggas like I played at Kansas

Ever seen somebody get shot? Lot of shit I seen before the top

I ain't tryna wrestle like The Rock, fuck the trish, I'd rather sip the wock

Lot of things I do to stay alive, everythin' except for call the cops

Savage still let his gun pop, FOX 5 gang, get you knocked

Major distribution, labels callin', Harry Styles numbers, it's a robbery

My niggas go in-Zayn to catch a body, we was face to face, you could've shot me

[Drake:]

Okay, go stupid, go stupid

Go stupid, go stupid

Okay, okay, go stupid, stupid

Go stupid, go stupid

Go stupid, okay

On BS lyrics - Drake & 21 Savage

Yeah, woah, woah, woah

I had to cut some niggas off, they didn't mean me no good

I come from the ghetto, so my trunk is in my hood

She wouldn't wear no panties 'round me even if she could

Gave out plenty spankings 'til they got it understood

Fuck the nosebleeds, baby, come sit on this wood

If you know it's tension, don't come 'round me like it's good

I got street smarts and you can't get this out no book

I can't right my wrongs, but I can still write these hooks

Oh, time to get exposed

You ain't been from 'round here, nigga, come get off your show

Savage said you pussy and he hit it on the nose

But that board is open, why you actin' like it's closed?

I don't know

Y'all be goin' in and out recessions

The same way that I be goin' in and out of Texas

Or in and out my sessions, or in and out her best friends

Or in and out these courtrooms, my lawyer like, "Objection"

Yeah, woah, woah

All my bitches Spanish, boricua

Water on my neck, these diamonds came with coral reefer

She from overseas, I had to buy her a new visa

Met your wife in Vegas, but I hit her in Ibiza

She a supermodel, so she only eatin' Caesar

Used to date a rapper, but he acted like a diva

Niggas hustlin' backwards, out here ballin' with the reup

Popped an Adderall, I feel like I can lift a tree up

Seen too many cameras, so I never lift my ski up (Yeah)

I jump on your song and make you sound like you the feature

I jump on your song and make a label think they need ya, for real (Yeah)

On that bullshit (Okay), on that bullshit (Okay)

On that bullshit, we on all the bullshit (Okay)

On that bullshit (Okay), on that bullshit (Okay, okay)

On that bullshit (Okay), on that bullshit (Yeah)

On that bullshit (Okay), on that bullshit (Okay)

All the bullshit

Damn, maybe I should do a twenty, maybe I should break that twenty, do a ten

Maybe I should break that ten, do a five, then if it gets live, do a five again

If he held his tongue on that live, he'd be alive again, damn

My uncle's sister know she raised a real one, ill one

It's been thirty minutes, I don't feel nothin'

Oh shit, wait a minute, think I'm startin' to feel somethin'

Where you get this motherfuckin' pill from?

Heard they got some sanctions on my name

Heard they plottin' on my name, heard they bankin' on my name

I got Lita in this bitch and he might spank it on a lane

I'm just— what? In the cut, throwin' Franklins on her frame

I'm a— ayy, I'm a gentleman, I'm generous

I blow a half a million on you hoes, I'm a feminist

I never put no prices on no beef until we end this shit

I pay a half a million for his soul, he my nemesis

On that bullshit (Okay), on that bullshit (Okay)

On that bullshit, we on all the bullshit (Okay)

On that bullshit (Okay), on that bullshit (Okay, okay)

On that bullshit (Okay), on that bullshit (Yeah)

On that bullshit (Okay), on that bullshit (Okay)

All the bullshit

Nah, I'm on, it's midnight, I don't care

Nothing's happening on a Wednesday, I don't care, I'm on

I'm looking for the smoke

This guy sitting front row, man, poof, who needs that?

Let me put my window down, I need fresh air

We don't want that, we want bars

The reason why we listen to 21 and The Boy

That's what we do in Paris, we don't do Fashion Week

Fashion Week, it's for the last decade, it's not for us

It's about the lights, the lights that we put on in the city

The lights of the Eiffel Tower

I'm in charge of it, I'm the one who's putting it on every day

And you try to flex next, next to me on the red light with your ugly, whatever, flexing, most expensive car, V12

I drive a four-cylinder, I come from nothing but I'm doing something, and you cannot catch my drive

As fast as you try to go, you will never catch me, man

There is only one way, and this way I'm driving, nobody can do it

I'm Birdman, that's who I am

In Paris

Brrt, brrt

BackOutsideBoyz lyrics - drake

BackOutsideBoyz, totin' a seventy on the strip, I'm ready to die (Die)

Cuttin' the traction, bendin' the corner, bet I make shit glide (Shh)

Tried to bring the drama to me, he ain't know how we cha-cha slide (Yeah)

I'll never lose sleep over no bitch, way too much pride (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Fill it up in a briefcase, split this shit with the vibes (Yeah, yeah, hm, hm, hm)

Breakin' a Brink's truck, my right wrist Van Cleef (Cleef)

I spent days in the East tryna figure if I'm geeked ('Kay)

This bitch tweakin', talked too much while I was geeked, blew my peep (Brr)

Fuckin' rap niggas' hoes, I'm on the street, this shit sweet (Hey)

I went half a million on rosé, did four million on my ice (Hey, hey)

Couple million on my cars, I went Tyson, I'm too nice (Hey, hey)

Nigga stopped me on the street, wanted to talk, so he asked my price (Yeah, hey, 'kay)

The number was high as me, I ain't gon' lie (Yeah, okay)

I was fuckin' with this lil' woe, I think she bi (Bi)

Tweakin', the 6 God is comin' back (Brr)

BackOutsideBoyz, totin' a seventy on the strip, I'm ready to die (Okay)

Cuttin' the traction, bendin' the corner, bet I make shit glide (Hm)

Tried to bring the drama to me, he ain't know how we cha-cha slide (Hm, slide)

I'll never lose sleep over no bitch, way too much pride (Brr, brr)

Fill it up in a briefcase, split this shit with the vibes (Hm, hm, uh, hm, hm, let's go)

I don't know nothin' 'bout no crime or no news

I'm an owl, but I'll never tell you who (Who)

Wagon when she walk, she get on planes, it take up two (Go)

My member just got out, he still on papers, still'll shoot (Shoot)

Shoot, ayy (Shoot it up)

Still'll shoot (Shoot up, brrt, shit)

Love on me, stay down just like a root (Just like a root)

She a ten tryna rap, it's good on mute, yeah (It's good on mute, shh)

It's financial, girl, I got the loot, ayy, yeah (I got the loot)

For the bands, lil' bae, what you gon' do? Yeah (Oh, what you do?)

Tropicana, that shit there the juice, yeah (Juice)

I'm the president, some Secret Service shit, we down to dump (Brrt)

Yeah, who the president? I never voted once, ayy, yeah

If I did, I would vote Teanna Trump, ayy, yeah (Hm, go)

If you play with me, I'm backin' out that one (Backin' out that one)

I treat mil' tickets like a hundred racks (Let's go)

Tweakin', the 6 God is comin' back (Damn, damn, okay)

BackOutsideBoyz, totin' a seventy on the strip, I'm ready to die (Die)

Cuttin' the traction, bendin' the corner, bet I make shit glide (Shh)

Tried to bring the drama to me, he ain't know how we cha-cha slide (Yeah)

I'll never lose sleep over no bitch, way too much pride (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Fill it up in a briefcase, split this shit with the vibes (Yeah, yeah, hm, hm, hm)

Privileged Rappers lyrics - Drake & 21 Savage

[Drake:]

Woah, woah, yeah

Look at me dead in my eyes, I know that you know that a nigga ain't lyin'

Too much respect, all of my shawty BDs, they know not to try it

Too much respect, I used to hand out CDs before they would buy it

Woah, she love me so much, it seem like she biased

Niggas don't know how I live, but that's 'cause they live at the Hyatt, ayy

4L step team steppin' on shit 'til it's quiet

He brought me the money sealed up, I still had to count it, I cannot just eye it

Woah, woah, woah

Yeah, let's have sex in the bank, tell 'em to open the safe

I hate a privileged rapper who don't even know what it take

The diamonds, they hit like a rainbow, that's 'cause the necklace a Frank (Purr)

Woah, woah, woah

Yeah, let's have sex in the 9 (Let's do it)

Breakin' and bendin' her spine (Let's do it, let's do it)

I hate a privileged rapper that ain't had a hit since he signed (Let's do it)

Niggas be full of excuses, act like they takin' they time (For real, for real)

[21 Savage:]

Woah, woah, woah

Look at me dead in my eyes, you see all the times that I had to go slide (21)

Too many sticks, we go to war with whoever, ain't never been biased (Pussy)

Too many sticks, how was they your opps and none of 'em died? (Pussy)

Hol' up (21), hol' up (21), hol' up (21)

Why you pull up at one in the morning and sit on the edge of the bed? (For what?)

Textin' emojis, tongue out, eggplant, must've went over her head (21)

Catch him outside of the studio (Pussy), make him repeat what he said (Pussy, pussy)

Yeah, yeah, let's have sex in the car (On God)

The Maybach came with a bar (21)

I'm wipin' my dick with her bra (21, pew, pew, pew)

Sniped his ass, he got hit in the head from far (Pussy)

Opps gets undivided attention, I give them my all (On God)

How you come over to the spot when you know it's your time of the month? (How?)

Make a diss and see how fast you go from the booth to a blunt (Pussy)

She say she hungry, I gave her dick for brunch (On God)

Send me my whole fee, I don't do backends and fronts (21)

[Drake:]

No, no, no

Let's have sex in the bank, tell 'em to open the safe

I hate a privileged rapper who don't even know what it take

The diamonds, they hit like a rainbow, that's 'cause the necklace a Frank (Purr)

Woah, woah, woah

Yeah, let's have sex in the 9 (Let's do it)

Breakin' and bendin' her spine (Let's do it, let's do it)

I hate a privileged rapper that ain't had a hit since he signed (Let's do it)

Niggas be full of excuses, act like they takin' they time (For real, for real)

Spin Bout U lyrics - drake Drake & 21 Savage

[21 Savage:]

You gotta motherfuckin' feel this shit, boy

(BanBwoi)

Woah

I got feelings for you

Hope you ain't lovin' the crew

How many bodies you got?

Pray it ain't more than a few

Know that you dealt with some lames

When you was young and in school

He had to pop your cherry

But I got it wet like a pool

She got a new G-Wag'

She wanna hit Highlight Room and show it off

Got a new body, girl, show it off

This a Brazilian, I know it's soft

Toned up and she got a six-pack

Look like she used to play volleyball

American Express, you can have it all

Code to the safe, you can have it all

Fuck your main page, what's your Finsta? I wanna know the real you

You started dancin' to pay your tuition, girl, I wanna know what you been through

You want a boutique or you wanna sell hair, just let me know what you into

If you out in public and he want your number, just tell him, "My nigga'll spin you"

[Drake:]

The way you make me feel these days

Somethin' gettin' dropped for you, baby girl

Smoke a nigga top for you, baby girl

Burn somebody block for you

The way you make me feel these days

Comin' out my body for you, baby girl

Wipe him like he snotty for you, baby girl

Comin' out my body for you

Damn, just turned on the news and seen that men who never got pussy in school

Are makin' laws about what women can do

I gotta protect ya, I'm a made man, tied in, all the way, baby

So I gotta respect ya

Niggas put hands on you in the past, insecure because your body is pressure

Four words when I think about them is crusty, musty, dusty, rusty

Eight words when I think about us is fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me

Disrespect ya and I'll smack 'em

The texts that you send in captions

The videos we got ever leak, we goin' viral or goin' platinum

Don't worry 'bout your friend's story when I had her alone

She gon' try and put some extras on it, take you out of your zone

You know how it goes when they can't get a reservation up in Carbone

They gon' tell you it's a chill night, tell you how they'd rather stay home, yeah

Jealous-ass hoes, yeah

And I know what I said 'bout bein' in Vogue

But just like that R&B group from the '90s

Girl, one call, I'll get you in Vogue

One call, you in runway shows

One call, I'm sittin' front row

One wrong call from your ex nigga sayin' dumb shit'll get him sent home

One call and my niggas ten toes

Down to go wherever I say go

Even if we gotta travel 'cross the globe

Down to take you to the end of the road, for real

The way you make me feel these days

Somethin' gettin' dropped for you, baby girl

Smoke a nigga top for you, baby girl

Burn somebody block for you

The way you make me feel these days

Comin' out my body for you, baby girl

Wipe him like he snotty for you, baby girl

Comin' out my body for you

Want ya, I want-want ya

Oh, your lovin' so deep (Feelin' so deep)

Want ya, I want-want ya

Give me your lovin' (Feelin' so deep)

Hours In Silence lyrics - Drake & 21 Savage

Leave your phone, come to mine

You'll catch a hand in due time

I think, think that I

Could fuck the idea of him outta your mind

You said he rap, he ain't signed, that ain't a good sign

Change your mind, good conversation and some rosé wine

Honest, there's some other things you gotta mind

You mind me, ayy, ayy

The smoke got me talkin' in Dutch

A pill in Ibiza, so what?

She leanin' on me, I'm her crutch

She creamin' on me, I'm her crush

Her photos don't need a retouch

She askin' why haven't I nut

I didn't know we in a rush

Enjoyin' the moment, so hush

My album was payin' her bills

I don't even need a deluxe

Her stomach is flat as fuck

She still fit that shit in her gut somehow

The fat musta went in her butt somehow

I don't even ask her what's up

She sayin' that shit is natural

Don't care if she makin' it up

I never put you in no Uber, girl

I'm always gon' send you a truck

I'm always gon' keep it a buck

You give me that shit and I'm stuck

.30 on my waist

'Cause a lotta broke niggas 'round the way ridin' 'round town

And they lookin' for my face

Gotta pray to God above you, girl, you know that Savage love you

And I hope that you feel the same

Tryna be the one for you, but my nickname true

And I hope that I can change

Girl, you know that Savage love you, girl, you know that Savage love you

Gotta turn my bitch up, turn my bitch up

Turn my bitch up, turn my bitch up

Turn my bitch up, turn my—

Know I gotta turn my bitch up, turn my bih, T-T

Turn my bih, T-T, turn my bih

Gotta turn my bitch up, turn my— (Ayy)

I gotta stop goin' Van Cleef, condo, third week

I like it, but I'm too geeked, tryna turn you up

I gotta stop goin' Lenci', Rollie, first week

You're misreadin' me, I'm too geeked, tryna turn you up

You were lost until me

I didn't get no finder's fee

You're actin' like a bride-to-be

Behind closed doors, slimin' me

Friends are all advisin' me

Sayin' I could die tryna turn you up

There's three sides to this story, girl

The one you subtweet

The one your group chat gets to read

The one you come and tell to me

I understand it finally

I'm tryin' to give you highs and you're plannin' our goodbyes

But I turn you up

It's my fault

Burnin' cash like it's lit on fire

Penthouse and some new attire

I fulfilled all of your desires

You don't work, but you act retired

'Cause you know that you're mine and it's my fault

It's my fault, it's my fault, for once I take accountability

It's my fault that you got superpowers on your knees

It's my fault for once, don't keep you grounded on your feet

It's my fault for once, I drain accounts to make you love me

It's my fault for once, it's one-sided loyalty

My fault for once, I'm payin' lawyer fees

Doin' things just to set you free, see you breathe

It's my fault for once, I got the Wagon, G

Got you ridin' 'round with niggas that are nothin' like me

It's my fault for once, that's how you make it seem

It's my fault, it's my fault

You were lost until me

You were lost until me, mm-mm, mhm-mm

You were lost until me

My confidence is super low

Baby M, you know I got a heart of gold

You pawned that shit and hit the road, baby

For goodness sakes, at this rate

Your funeral is finna have like ten caskets on display

One for you, the other nine for everything you're takin' to the grave

You don't play, you don't, you don't, you

You don't play no games

There's three things I learned from love for free

Only thing really worth chasing is a dream

People don't know you play your roles on screen

Messy, started gettin' trendy, gotta keep it clean

You know I keep it clean

Clean as I can

All weapons formed against me gotta jam

Brought you 'round the dawgs, treat you like the fam'

Shoulda been a wham, bam, thank you ma'am

Know you got my confidence on sale

Case you wanna feel better 'bout yourself

You were lost until me

Treacherous Twins lyrics - drake Drake & 21 Savage

Yeah, uh

Yeah

You my treacherous lil' twin, and you know that we locked in

And I love you like my kin, it's whatever for you

I go up and down that road, I go anywhere you go

When you tell me life is good, I want better for you (Yeah)

You my twin

You my twin, you my treacherous lil' twin

Yeah, fuck what they say say

Fuck what they— (Uh, yeah) Fuck what they— (Uh, yeah)

Fuck what they say

Five hundred million out the face, feel like KayKay

And I know the city that we from not a safe place

But I know you ridin' with your twin 'til we fade away

We used to have nothin' to our names, still had great days

Always kept me umbrellaed up when the rain came

You tell me you want somethin', I'ma tell you, "Same, same"

Now when we come through inside this bitch they gotta make way

Twistin' up my fingers for my twin

You was always on go for the drama, dawg

I would toe tag somebody for your mama, dawg

And they block disappeared, that's some karma, dawg

You say you a dawg, then ruff, nigga, I'm a dawg

When I need a friend, you my best friend

When I need a friend, you my only friend (Yeah)

You my twin

You my twin, you my treacherous lil' twin

You my twin (What?)

When I need a friend, you my only friend (Mhm)

Who can I depend on like you? No one (What?)

In the bed, she get wicked, with her parents she be wholesome (Woah)

I don't show ID at clubs, 'cause they know that I'm 21 (Woah, 21)

Who would do the things we do for each other? Nigga, no one (Woah)

Would you die for me?

Would you go at niggas necks like a tie for me?

Do the time for a crime you didn't do for me?

Or do a crime at a time when it was loose for me?

I wanna tell you how I feel when I'm loaded (Oh)

I would lay somethin' down for you

I would clear a whole town for you

Spray the whole hundred round for you

Twistin' all my fingers for my dawg

You my treacherous lil' twin, and you know that we locked in

And I love you like my kin, it's whatever for you

I go up and down that road, I go anywhere you go

When you tell me life is good, I want better for you (Yeah)

You my twin

You my twin, you my treacherous lil' twin

Circo Loco lyrics - Drake & 21 Savage

One more—

[Drake:]

I been blowing through the money like it grow on trees

I been fucking on a French bitch, c'est la vie

I just put 'em on a jet, now they all Italian

Way I'm dressing 'til I been to a thousand islands

This bitch lie 'bout getting shots, but she still a stallion

She don't even get the joke, but she still smiling

Every night late night like I'm Jimmy Fallon

Crod' shoot from anywhere like he Ray Allen

Crodie, turn me up

Got a fur on in Tampa, got me burning up

Shorty say she graduated, she ain't learn enough

Play your album, track one, 'kay, I heard enough

Girl, the driver downstairs, better hurry up

Savage got a new stick he wanna dirty up

Touch down in NY, tear the Mercer up

Ayy, Bottega shades with the grey tints

Introduce me to a nigga, yeah, it make sense

Gotta put her on the team, got a grey Benz

Linking with the opps, bitch, I did that shit for J Prince

Bitch, I did it for the mob ties

Feel like seventeen, two Percs, frog eyes

And I never been the one to go apologize

Me, I'd rather hit 'em up one more time

Ayy, known a girl for six months, dinner up at my place

But I got these diamonds on my neck, so it's a blind date

All my niggas on the roads raising up the crime rate

Your name not ringing out here, it's on vibrate

And she took a score, now shorty gotta hydrate

And he did some dirt, now my crodie gotta migrate

Prolly won't see him for some years, when I do, though

Turn me up

Crodie, turn me up

Ayy, Crodie, turn me

Ayy, yeah, what? Crodie, turn me

[21 Savage:]

(21) In a droptop Benz like it's '03

(21) Had the shooters aim down from the nosebleeds

(21) Gotta get this passport, keep my nose clean

Bitch tried to burn me up

Keep a Magnum tucked (Yeah)

I'll never slip (Never)

SF90 rims red like a poker chip (Pussy)

Rich as hell, still hood, in the stroker's ville (Pussy)

Pink slip in the glove for the ownership (21)

Limping with the .30 on like a broke hip (21)

Red flag giving blood on some donor shit (On God)

All the opps get a bullet on some Oprah shit

Went from Angel Town estates to a big estate

Prolly woulda had a zombie on me if I woulda stayed (21)

Still a caught a case if I woulda stayed (Facts)

I been thugging all my life, that's just how I play it (Facts)

Still posted in the A where niggas feel me

Still gotta see the Gunners win Premier League (21)

Still gotta keep a gun that's always near me

And I'm down to hit 'em up

[Drake:]

One more time

Hit my line, you know that head was great

Oh, yeah, alright, don't do romancing

One more time, you gotta run the face

Oh, yeah, alright

One more time

One more—

One more time

Pussy & Millions lyrics - Drake & 21 Savage (feat. Travis Scott)

I been out, late night creepin', should I slide on bitches?

Posted up with the militia

Niggas ain't switchin', mind on missions

Mind on pussy and millions, mind on pussy and millions

I'm tryna call a sex symbol to eat my kids up

They say more money, more problems (Will)

Bring on the problems (Will)

Bring on the motherfuckin' problems

They say more money, more problems

Bring on the problems

Bring on the motherfuckin' problems, ayy

Braided up and my two weeks up

Hit 'em then I get amnesia

Life ain't gettin' any easier

Flocka, Flockasita

I know that I'm not in love, she don't love me either

It's just hard to find the love, this shit keep on gettin' deeper

Who said it's cheaper to keep her?

I'd rather release her

Body ain't give her the wave like a feature

You know the procedure

Niggas is praying to God so we stay with the sweeper

I'm reppin' 4L with my twinny, so treacherous introduce y'all to the leader

Come to me with all the smoke

I like the money, for sure

But I love the hustle the most

She pretty, she show off her toes

And my Pateks, they came with a pole

Know this money bring envy and jealousy

I'm like, "Fuck it, I want me some more"

Hit her from the back, she bent up

Playin' with the money, get spent up

Chains on my neck, no Kente

You the type of girl I pay rent for

Suck it in the car, that's what the tint for

Bought me a plane, not a sprinter

Quarter-million dollars on her dental

She say I'm a stepper, but gentle

I been out, late night creepin', should I slide on bitches?

Posted up with the militia

Niggas ain't switchin', mind on missions

Mind on pussy and millions, mind on pussy and millions

I'm tryna call a sex symbol to eat my kids up

They say more money, more problems (Will)

Bring on the problems (Will)

Bring on the motherfuckin' problems

They say more money, more problems

Bring on the problems

Bring on the motherfuckin'

Only signin' the gang

We the new Lucian Grainge

Bring on the rings (Yeah)

Her MJ thing, I'm talkin' a Brady thing

I'm off of the juice, never could cycle the mix

Rockin' the braids, not the twists

Full puff, he can't comb

Not actin' like Christians in here

But Christian Dior in they homes, the bigger we get

Gotta thank God for this, I got a lot that I give

I be handin' out gifts like the Christmas on twenty-fifth

Out in the twenties inside of the twenty and

Said I would buy the jet 'fore I could 'fford this shit

Now I got the jet, building the landing strip

In the back of the crib, I record the hits

In the front of the crib they valet the whips

(How many whips I need? Let's go)

Breakin', breakin' the records, more money, more problems

They come with the status

Runnin' through customs when you run the atlas

I got accustomed, accustomed the fastest

I'm talkin' 'bout fabrics, I'm talkin' 'bout mattress

I never sleep, though I sleep with a baddie

I'm movin' deep 'cause that's just how it's happenin' (Ooh)

If you come out, just be ready for action (La Flame)

Just needed some time

I settled my time, now they see the signs

You didn't leave me solo, right here, all alone

You held it down for me, right on my own (Ooh)

Young nigga get it, just try to get home

I got a rolodex all on my phone and it's still wrong

I been out, late night creepin', should I slide on bitches?

Posted outside with militia

Niggas ain't switchin', mind on mission

Mind on pussy and billions, mind on pussy and billions

You know I got a sex symbol, that eat my kids, uh

They say more money, more problems

Bring on the problems

Bring on the motherfuckin' problems

They say more money, more problems

Bring on the problems

Bring on the motherfuckin'—

Middle Of The Ocean lyrics - drake

[Drake:]

Yeah

I'm in the Missoni room at the Byblos

The boat was rockin' too much on some Aaliyah shit

For real

We goin' from the Vava to Cinq on Cinq, then back to the Vava

If you know, you know, baby, I don't, I don't know what to tell you

Yeah

Ayy

Look

Long way from sentimental

Meet Thomazzo and Ernesto

Short rigatoni with the pesto

These verses are my manifesto

Hallways got an echo

Me and Smigs on the loose in the city, you know how the rest go

Casual sex, I'm like, "Fuck a dress code"

The first martini is an espresso

Chill shot glasses with prosecco

Niggas so ignorant in our hood, they be like, "Why the fuck you makin' techno?"

I'm worldwide and this is just another cargo jet flow, I had to let go

Life insurance policies, you niggas 'bout to need the gecko

I got some meaner threats, though

Me, Spider-Man, and Leonardo, I'm back tomorrow

I had the chopper to a wedding out in Monaco or Monte Carlo

I'm losin' track of where we all go

I wouldn't trade my life for none of y'alls, it's an embargo

Fifty-nine bags on the 767, this is heavy cargo

Yeah

Fifty-nine bags on the—, ayy

Swedish jail cell smellin' like some Carby Musk

For your birthday, your boyfriend got a party bus

Bottle signs, club lines, should've come with us

We left that shit in '09 when we was comin' up

I mean, these just my suggestions of course

I'm ridin' here fresh off divorce

And I'm tryna look in her eyes, maybe express my remorse

If she want a rebound with me, I'm down to go get her some boards

I'm here for the moral support

Whippin' the Vespa off of six tequilas

Big Benjamins like the Pittsburgh Steelers

Drake, you got it

Robert Kraft sent the jet for us, that shit was patriotic

You would think we live in Baltimore, the way they ravin' 'bout the latest product

Teachin' niggas how to mind they business, and my latest stuff

Might be the only teacher that gets paid enough

That's why I'm in Hyde Park buyin' like half of Harrods

You niggas are too concerned with makin' sure y'all outfits gon' match in Paris

If we don't like you, you payin' tax and tariffs

Come to the 6 and I'm like the actin' sheriff, deputy

First got to America, niggas wouldn't check for me

No chance the kid'll make it here like vasectomy

They underestimated my trajectory

But now they gotta pay that shit direct to me

I send the label bills, bills, bills like the other two women standing next to Bey, that shit was just—

Independent women is lovin' the new appearance

Matter of time before I go net a Bey like a Paris

Like, "Honey, you gotta know that I never wore Mike Amiris or never hopped in a Urus"

I got my head in the clouds, I'm serious

The lyrics begin to reveal themselves over time periods

Promise you'll get that shit when the sky clears

This shit designed for divine ears

My favorite two words from you white boys is, "Sign here"

And then comes the sound of glass clinkin' from a wine cheers

Swear I'm pocket checkin' y'all for five years

And then we 'bout to kick this shit in high gear

Eight karats like vegetarians, nigga, the earrings are droopy

Contract Lord of the Rings, think it's a script for the movie

Shout out TVGUCCI, my cousin is spooky

I swear you don't even mean what y'all say like y'all dubbin' a movie

Sidebar, Serena, your husband a groupie

He claim we don't got a problem but

No, boo, it is like you comin' for sushi

We might pop up on 'em at will like Suzuki

Kawasaki, sushi, saké, the money grow on trees like shiitake

They tried to get spicy with me, so I wonder how they gon' stop me

I'm really on a roll like hamachi

The fuck would y'all really do without me?

For your birthday, your man got a table at Hibachi

Last time I ate there, Wayne was doin' numbers off the cup like Yahtzee

And Paris Hilton was steady duckin' the paparazzi

Quavo might've sent me a song that he called "Versace"

I really can't remember it properly

All I know is that God got me, I'm sittin' on large properties

Treat me like a newborn, Lucian not droppin' me

I'm goin' Pink Floyd, you niggas cannot rock with me

She could be givin' me head and somehow you not toppin' me

Niggas see the 6ix God pass, they high-fivin' me

Need to be high-sixin' me

Swear niggas highkey sick of me

They wifey on my head 'cause I vibe differently

Feel like an AMBER Alert the way that I can take her to the mall and she find Tiffany

I'm like a cup holder the way that these dimes stick to me

They should've been in the fountain based on what y'all wishin' me

[Birdman:]

Know what I'm sayin'?

Yeah

Million-dollar spot (Brr, brr)

That's how motherfuckers in CMB play it

Middle of the ocean (Blatt)

Just like that (Shine, shine)

All dark fresh green water

Land that thing

With 'bout a hundred hoes

We up and we livin' like that, boy

Fresh fly fish like, you understand me, like, real G shit

You hear me? A neighborhood superstar

It's bigger than anything

You know, we start from the bottom, then we come to the top

Get to the top and we stay up there

You hear me? (Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball)

We look down and we'll be down, but we stayin' up

And we rise up, we stay on 'em, you heard me? (Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball)

Big Florida water, big water ocean

On that type of time

You understand me?

Rich nigga, rich life, you understand me?

Come from the bottom, but we come from the bottom (Rich life)

But we understand the bottom 'cause we come from it

And we live with it (You understand?)

Go to our grave 'bout this here, boy (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Jumbotron Shit Poppin lyrics - drake

(Wake up, F1LTHY)

Yeah

We ain't even out in Turks, she finna take sand

Ridin' 'round with F&N, we like to hold hands

(Oogie Mane he killed it) But with two-sip thot, he ain't leave the bed

Damn, they dipped a pint of TEC in a Code Red

If I tell this bitch to pull up, she gon' moped it

My dawg, he don't smoke on shit, unless it's unleaded

I don't back and forth over no net, so just go on and dead it

See me when you see me, if it's smoke, dawg, you're unleashy

Thick Moroccan bitch, this my fav', I'ma go on and beat it

Lookin' in the mirror, kiss my face, I'm too conceited

Send a girl home, call another, dawg, I'm too slime

She ain't wanna eat it on her first day, it's haram

I don't fuck with drugs, poppin' X for the first time

That shit kicked in, like a two-time world champ

Booted up, that shit hit up and down, like a skate-ramp

She vapin' in my room, that shit lit up like a glow-lamp

Who want smoke? Okay, cool, let's they whole camp

Big shit popper, we the ones to get your shirt damp

Niggas try to take a nigga spot, now it's too cramped

Up, 8AM, geekin' hard, I'm a real vamp

These niggas got me fucked up, dawg, I'm too amped

Mmm-mmm, make this bitch lick me like a mail stamp

Mmm-mmm, strapped up, fuck it, I'ma die lit

Too slime, posted at the crib in a snake pit

Every time I tell you how I feel, I don't fake shit

Brr, brr, brr, brr, brr, brr, brr, brr

Brr, brr, brr, brr, brr, brr, okay

Everybody got a stick, we don't run fades

We ain't even out in Turks, she finna take sand

Ridin' 'round with F&N, we like to hold hands

(Oogie Mane he killed it) But with two-sip thot, he ain't leave the bed

Damn, they dipped a pint of TEC in a Code Red

If I tell this bitch to pull up, she gon' moped it

My dawg, he don't smoke on shit, unless it's unleaded

I don't back and forth over no net, so just go on and dead it

See me when you see me, if it's smoke, dawg, you're unleashy

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Middle Of The Ocean lyrics - drake

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