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Drake - What A Time To Be Alive Album Lyrics



Drake - What A Time To Be Alive Lyrics
(Featuring Future)






Digital Dash

[Future:]
My dope in the bushes
My dope in the bushes
I know how to cook it
My bitch good looking
My bitch good looking
My bitch good looking
My dope in the bushes
I know how to cook it
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Future:]
I did the digital dash
I f*ck your bitch in the passenger
I give the junky a blast
I send that dope to your momma tho
Out in the streets like thermometers
You rats will never be honorable
They know I'mma kid of my word
A hustler the first to the first

[Future:]
These bitches be naggin the kid
They get on my motherf*cking nerves
I showed her my racks and they love me
I'm smokin' that pack on muddy
Taliban on these hoes
Give a Xan to these hoes
Got em playing with they nose
I sleep on the beach off the avenue
I came to your city with revenue
I put in work it was evident
I slide on your ass in the 7 deuce
Come back on your bitch in a six trey
Chevy, Mercedes I keep em' comin'
F*ck all these bitches I keep em' comin'
I pull up right now I'm parallel
I hit your block with them swangers
My niggas ain't nothin' but some bangers
I sit in the trap with the gangsters
You don't come around here cause its dangerous
I be hangin' around here and I'm famous
Gotta keep the trigger by my finger
Hit her sideways when I banged her
In the driveway on a perc
I was sideways on a perc
Had a stick on me, thats a first
Got your bitch on me gettin' murked
I post up and thats confident
I boast up in a drop 6
Gotta Ghost Royce and I pop shit
I'm a dope boy with that cock trip
I came in the game I had crack on me
Got big with my bag with some Act on me
I'm single and shit and she lash on me
I told em' I'm back on my bachelor
I get focused on millions and everything
I just took me a trip out to Africa
See how we came from the mud and the bottom, we did it
I see how they countin' this out
Bet they ain't never gonna do it again
You see why these niggas be hatin', ignorin, I'm goin' right in
I was born to get this money in this life of sin
I bought up before they got my dog on murder again
See the fire come out the ass on the Lamborghini
When you say you love a nigga do you really mean it
When I was sleepin' on the floor you shoulda seen how they treat me
I pour the Actavis and pop pills so I can fight the demons

[Future:]
I did the digital dash
I f*ck the bitch in the passenger
I give the junky a blast
I send that dope to lil mama
You rats will never be honorable
They know I'mma kid of my word
A hustler the first to the first

[Drake:]
These bitches be nagging the kid
F*ck it, it is what it is, if you get hit you get hit
I don't forget or forgive
Told myself never again, I don't let nobody in
Super just showed out again
And we just keep servin' and servin' again
And again and again and again
I move the game up, I'm reckless
I'm Harlem shaking through the pressure
I might put Diddy on my next shit
I might could fit you in on a Wednesday
I'm not here for no pretend shit
Just walked in with a girl that's making triple what I'm making, what an entrance
That's when you know its a body
Zone 6, they know it's a body
Kirkwood, they know it's a body
Lil Mexico know it's a body
Scooter in here with the zombies
Gucci get out it's a problem
I might take Quentin to Follies
You hate your life, just be honest
I got the digital dash
She want a picture with all of my niggas that just made the visual last
But she too embarrassed to ask
I got my foot on their neck and my foot on the gas
You remind me of a quarterback, that shit is all in the past
Esco and Boomin they got it on smash
And I got the, I got the, I got the, I got the, I

[Future:]
I did the digital dash
I f*ck the bitch on the passenger
I give the junky a blast
I send that dope to lil mama
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Writer: Leland Tyler Wayne, Nayvadius Wilburn, Aubrey Drake Graham, Joshua Howard Luellen
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.




Big Rings

[Drake:]
Yea, I know we just signed a deal but
I need my advance on the next one too
They know Imma be around
Yea, I need it

[Drake:]
Cause I got a really big team
And they need some really big rings
They need some really nice things
Better be comin' with no strings
Better be comin' with no strings
We need some really nice things
We need some really big rings
I got a really big team
Cause I got a really big team
And they need some really big rings
They need some really nice things
Better be comin' with no strings
Better be comin' with no strings
We need some really nice things
We need some really big rings
I got a really big team

[Drake:]
Man what a time to be alive
You and yours vs. me and mine
Are we talkin' teams? Are we talkin' teams?
Oh you switchin' sides? Wanna come with me?
Look at the smile on me, look at the owl on me
I do not chase girls, but they run a mile for me
Say she gon' ride for me, I'll buy the tires for you
This game is different, you only get one shot when niggas gon' foul on you
Man f*ck 'em all, man we want it all
Don't get too involved, we gon' knock you off
And to top it all, I'm with all the dogs
It's a new season and we still breathin'

[Drake:]
And I got a really big team
And they need some really big rings
They need some really nice things
Better be comin' with no strings
Better be comin' with no strings
We need some really nice things
We need some really big rings
I got a really big team
I got a really big team
They need some really big rings
They need some really nice things
Better be comin' with no strings
Better be comin' with no strings
We need some really nice things
We need some really big rings
I got a really big team

[Future:]
Man what a time, to be alive
I'm drinkin' lean, they thought I died
I run with kidnappers, I'm talkin' 'bout kidnappers
I'm talkin' 'bout murderin' niggas, I'm talkin' 'bout carjackers
You just a battle rapper, I'm an official trapper
Niggas be droppin' subliminals, they're just some jibber jabber
We take a Mellow Yellow then fill it with red forever-ever
These niggas is jealous, jealous, these niggas is scared, they tellin'-tellin'
I f*ck a check up on everything, I bought some ice when the feds came
I bought that new Celine, I got some rings, I got racks like Serena
All of my rings Aquafina, my bitch Aquafina
Pluto and Jupiter, I go to Venus
Fresh out the store but I'm not out the cleaners
Who keepin' score cause these niggas, they losin'

[Drake:]
Cause I got a really big team
And they need some really big rings
They need some really nice things
Better be comin' with no strings
Better be comin' with no strings
We need some really nice things
We need some really big rings
I got a really big team
Cause I got a really big team
And they need some really big rings
They need some really nice things
Better be comin' with no strings
Better be comin' with no strings
We need some really nice things
We need some really big rings
I got a really big team
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Writer: Leland Tyler Wayne, Nayvadius Wilburn, Aubrey Drake Graham
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group




Live From The Gutter

[Future:]
Hendrix ah, ah
I woke up like this

[Future:]
Reporting live from the f*cking gutter bitch
I ain't talking about some real money shit
I ain't talking nothin' but big money shit
I ain't talking nothin' but big money bitch

[Future:]
Reporting live from the gutter
I'll buy these motherf*ckers talking big money shit bitch
Straight up out the gutter, never had shit
Now we got 90210 on our address
Talking 10 mill just to get an asset
I know them tears did on my last bitch
The money made me hungry I'm a savage
I've seen stars lining up you can't imagine
I watched my broad give up on me like I'm average
I went back inside the attic count it up and started laughing, ha
I went back inside the attic count it up and started laughing, ha
Cuban links hanging on my wrist I was on welfare
Wake up in the house I look around see bales everywhere
I see girls everywhere, I see scales everywhere
I see hell everywhere, I get mail everywhere
Walked outside Buford County came out in a Learjet
A fiend for that lean I ain't even started drinking beer yet
They bust the trap, I live there
Came out clean, I ain't clean my shit still there
Just imagine you was living lavish and they still there
Walk up in the crib look pools sitting on the hill now
I just need some niggas with me that will keep it real yeah
Got a lot of pretty bitches I just paid their bills now
Money make me feel good but does she make me feel good
Known for gettin' that guala out in Europe while we're still hood
Known to pop a bottle on a motherf*cker like I'm on my last damn dollar

[Future:]
Reporting live from the f*cking gutter bitch
I ain't talking about some real money shit
I ain't talking nothin' but big money shit
I ain't talking nothin' but big money bitch

[Drake:]
Reporting live from the gutter, I will buy this motherf*cker
It's not even a discussion (whoop)
And I got my niggas with me, yeah, yeah
She gon' end up dipping with me, yeah, yeah
And I got her tripping off of yay, yay
Pillow talking dishing out on all y'all
In one ear and out the other
Shut your mouth and take what's coming
Live from the gutter dog, yeah, yeah
She don't want pets but I'm a dog, yeah, yeah
And she love it dog, yeah, yeah
And she love it dog, yeah, yeah
On the Billboards, all we do is pop shit
Soon as that night fall, that's when we lock in
This for my niggas on that bullshit and that nonsense
This for my dogs who go Karrueche with the chopsticks
And we gon miss you
They don't wanna smoke they don't want no issue
But these the times we gotta live through
But these the times we gotta live through
And I'm...

[Future:]
Reporting live from the f*cking gutter
I ain't talking about some real money shit
Reporting live from the damn gutter
Swear to god I'll buy this motherf*cker ahh
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Writer: Nayvadius Wilburn, Leland Tyler Wayne, Aubrey Drake Graham, Matthew Jehu Samuels, Maneesh Bidaye
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group




Diamonds Dancing

I'm able to, uh
A stage in my life where
Where I feel like I can conquer anything and everything
(Metro Boomin' want some more, nigga)

Sippin' on Dom Pérignon for no reason
Poppin' tags, upper echelon for no reason
Seen this bad little jawn, she was perfect
I'll let her push the foreign right now if she worth it
Ballin' in the middle of the club, no jersey
I don't want no liquor 'cause I been drinkin' that dirty
Bring that Ace, bought a case, my niggas with me
Bring some ice for my cup, my drink with me

Diamond, diamond, diamond, diamonds on me dancin'
Diamond, diamond, diamond, diamonds on me dancin'
Diamond, diamond, diamond, diamonds on me dancin'
Diamond, diamond, diamond, diamonds on me dancin'

And you know what I need from you when I get home
You better not be on the phone
Talkin' up a storm like you usually do
Talkin' to your friends like you usually do
Tellin' them I never spend time with you
It's hard to find a time, we been

Sippin' on Dom Pérignon for no reason
Poppin' tags, upper echelon for no reason
Seen this bad little jawn, she was perfect
I'll let her push the foreign right now if she worth it
Ballin' in the middle of the club, no jersey
I don't want no liquor 'cause I been drinkin' that dirty
Bring that Ace, bought a case, my niggas with me
Bring some ice for my cup, my drink with me

Diamond, diamond, diamond, diamonds on me dancin'
Diamond, diamond, diamond, diamonds on me dancin'
Diamond, diamond, diamond, diamonds on me dancin'
Diamond, diamond, diamond, diamonds on me dancin'

I'm familiar with this cash flow
And if you juggin', you can vouch for me
I did it my way, you could vouch for me
I put the cocaine in the powder in the couch, homie
Whenever I step outside the house I keep that glocky on me
Bad bitches wanna come by, the paparazzi on me
I got so many bad bitches that I barely want her
I'm barely payin' attention, baby, I need substance
I know you spend some time puttin' on your makeup and your outfit, but

Diamond, diamond, diamond, diamonds on me dancin'
Diamond, diamond, diamond, diamonds on me dancin'
Diamond, diamond, diamond, diamonds on me dancin'
Diamond, diamond, diamond, diamonds on me dancin'

You doin' me dirty (dirty, dirty)
You doin' me dirty
Doin' me dirty
You doin' me dirty
You know (yeah, dirty, dirty)
How we let it get like this? I don't know (yeah)
But that nigga can't save your soul (nah)
You doin' me dirty, you doin' me dirty
Haven't even heard from you (yeah)
How can you live with yourself?
I haven't even heard from you
How can you live with yourself? (Uh)
Ungrateful, ungrateful (hmm)
Your mama be ashamed of you
I haven't even heard from you, not a single word from you
Ungrateful (hah)
I'm too good for you, too good for you (yeah)
You should go back to a perfect match for you, unstable (hah)
Doin' me dirty (dirty, dirty)
You're makin' me nervous
I haven't even heard from you
You look drained, you look exhausted
Girl, them late nights ain't good for you
Really startin' to show on you
Don't hit me up when it's good for you
Ungrateful
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Writer: Adam Feeny, Allen Ritter, Aubrey Graham, Joshua Howard Luellen, Nayvadius Wilburn
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Scholarships

[Future:]
I wake up on a daily basis
I count this money up, I'm already rich
I go so hard with these riches
I fell in love as a dodie
I fell in love with the rollie
I wake up, and pray every morning
These demons, they callin' my soul
I said f*ck all of you hoes
I'm ballin' outta control
I'm ballin' outta control

[Future:]
If I could give everything back to you
All this passion I got, all I ever needed
For me to move on and succeed
For me to move on and succeed
Jealousy, envy and greed
Too much of that shit I don't need it

[Future:]
I turned on the gas with a nickle plated
I sit back and laugh cause these niggas traitors
Mentally, none of this shit can phase me
Mentally, none of this shit can phase me
I came out the trenches, I really made it
I come out the gutter, I really made it
I stack up the butter, I gotta save it
Stack up the cheddar, you gotta save it
Shoot out the car man, no lovey dovey
These bitches, they lookin' for hubbie hubbie
I'm lookin' for paper in any city
I got a bitch located in every city
Gotta have 'em sticks on us in every city
Take the private cause lately out here we gettin' it
Spent like seven hundred thousand on both of the Bentleys
I got love for the city, I juug and get it

[Drake & Future:]
I wake up on a daily basis
I count this money up, I'm already rich
I go so hard with these riches
I feel in love with the dodie
I fell in love with the rollie
I wake up and pray every morning
Demons, they call my soul
I said f*ck all of you hoes
I'm ballin' outta control, I'm ballin' outta control
I'm ballin' outta control, I'm ballin' outta control

[Drake:]
I need acknowledgement, If I got it then tell me I got it then
I'm ballin' outta control, keep on receiving the scholarships
Mail comin' to the house, nigga please, watch your mouth
I'm the one without a doubt, yeah
And I rock Kentucky blue on these hoes
Drafted, I'm gettin' choose by these hoes
Usually they just leave when we done
I don't wanna share no room with these hoes
Metro gon' make it boom on these hoes
And me, I just stick and move on these hoes
We got that purple rain for the pain
My niggas, we ain't change, we ain't change

[Future:]
I wake up on a daily basis
I count this money up, I'm already rich
I go so hard with these riches
I fell in love as a dodie
I fell in love with the rollie
I wake up, and pray every morning
These demons, they callin' my soul
I said f*ck all of you hoes
I'm ballin' outta control, I'm ballin' outta control
I'm ballin' outta control, I'm ballin' outta control
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Writer: Leland Tyler Wayne, Nayvadius Wilburn, Aubrey Drake Graham
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Plastic Bag

[Drake:]
If anybody know
I know
Yeah

[Drake:]
Get a plastic bag
Go ahead and pick up all the cash
Go ahead and pick up all the cash
You danced all night, girl, you deserve it

[Drake:]
Oh yeah, Magic city on a Monday
Esco treat that shit like church on Sunday
Niggas look at us like 'maybe one day'
Maybe one day, maybe one day
But for now a nigga got the ones with me
I be in the club with the bands
Like I got the keyboard and the drums with me
Maybe one day, maybe one day
You will understand how I get it though
Man, it's everything I ever said it is
Mix the liquors, course, with the sedatives
I roll up with the bands on me
This a good night to dance on me
This a good night to dance on me
This a good night to dance on me, oh

[Drake:]
Get a plastic bag
Go ahead and pick up all the cash
Go ahead and pick up all the cash
You danced all night, girl, you deserve it
Get a plastic bag
Go ahead and pick up all the cash
Go ahead and pick up all the cash
You danced all night, girl, you deserve it

[Future:]
Yeah, last time they seen this shit it was BMF
I know Big Meech and J-Bo, they were there
I know OG indiana and Shuge were there
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Bust it out the wrapper, blow it in the air
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Throw more money on a Monday than you make in a year
Oh yeah, order 60,000 ones
Told the owner 'bout to break a record
Hit the parking lot, it's looking like a video
Bunch of pretty hoes, high sadity hoes
Whole lot of Xans and we pass them around the table
Magic City on a Monday
We worship this like a Sunday
Oh yeah

[Future:]
Get a plastic bag
Go ahead and pick up all the cash
Go ahead and pick up all the cash
You danced all night, girl, you deserve it
Get a plastic bag
Go ahead and pick up all the cash
Go ahead and pick up all the cash
You danced all night, girl, you deserve it

[Drake:]
Get a plastic bag
Go ahead and pick up all the cash
Go ahead and pick up all the cash
You danced all night, girl, you deserve it
Get a plastic bag
Go ahead and pick up all the cash
Go ahead and pick up all the cash
You danced all night, girl, you deserve it

[Future:]
Get a plastic bag
Go ahead and pick up all the cash
Go ahead and pick up all the cash
You danced all night, girl, you deserve it
Get a plastic bag
Go ahead and pick up all the cash
Go ahead and pick up all the cash
You danced all night, girl, you deserve it
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Writer: Aubrey Graham, Nayvadius Wilburn, Sean Seaton
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Im The Plug

[Future:]
Draped in all designer, draped in all designer
Draped in all designer, draped in all designer

[Future:]
I got all exotic bitches you gon' think I'm racist
I just called a gang of bitches out of immigration
You gon' think we printing money cause the way we make it
I got all these f*cking whips and ain't got no payments

[Future:]
Pink slips sitting in the dash f*ck with me
Got a gang of broads riding and they on drugs with me
Got a gang of cash on me like I brought the plug with me
Niggas for looking for the plug nigga I the plug really

[Future:]
Really I'm the plug, really I'm the plug
I dropped a few whoopty whoops in my cup
Put it on my tab put her on my tab
Franchise tag on me Bron Bron
Steph Curry wrists nigga Oakland
Percies for the bitches Bishop magic Don Juan
Standing ovation and an encore
And I keep the check Nike concord

[Future:]
Pink slips sitting in the dash f*ck with me
Got a gang of broads riding with me, on drugs with me
Got a gang of cash on me like I brought the plug with me
Niggas for looking for the plug nigga I the plug really

[Future:]
Really I'm the plug, really I'm the plug
Really I'm the plug, really I'm the plug
Really I'm the plug, really I'm the plug

[Drake:]
Whole time I was ready
They was like "hold up wait a minute" I was like "nah nigga let's get it"
This that OVO Halloween gang, you know how I'm rocking already
If you come here trying to take some there's a lot more where that came from
And it really ain't no thing, I got Summer P in this thing
I just drop the jig in my Red Bull and it really gave me wings
Ya, ya up and away
Y'all should have seen this shit coming in May
We doing 300 records a day
Who really think they can get in the way
Nah, nah, niggas is bitter they hurting
Look at the business mergers
Throwed back when I'm swerving
Big body my Suburban
Everything I do on purpose
I'm blowing up like I'm urgent
And she was acting like a virgin
I gave it to her then I curved her

[Future:]
Pink slips sitting in the dash f*ck with me
Got a gang of broads riding and they on drugs with me
Got a gang of cash on me like I brought the plug with me
Niggas for looking for the plug nigga I the plug really

[Future:]
Really I'm the plug, really I'm the plug
Really I'm the plug, really I'm the plug
Really I'm the plug, really I'm the plug
Really I'm the plug, really I'm the plug
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Writer: Aubrey Drake Graham, Joshua Howard Luellen, Nayvadius Wilburn
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.




Change Locations

[Future:]
Yeah, know how nights like this go
OVOFBG

[Future:]
60 naked bitches, no exaggeration
We bought all the bottles, had to change locations
Smashing all the models, now we hit the waitresses
When you gettin' a lot of money you can't ever save it

[Drake:]
But tonight, me and my friends we got money to spend
Me and my friends we got money to spend
Me and my friends, me and my friends we got money to spend
Me and my friends we got money to spend
Me and my friends, me and my friends we got money to spend

[Future:]
This adderall got me to the ceiling
I think them percocets had me in my feelings
I peel them hundreds on hundreds
I get money on money
I get guala on guala
I get dollars on dollars then throw out them dollars them bitches gonna holla
I got more style than stylists
I like that money is money is piling
I see that money just piling
I see it's piling and piling and piling
And piling and piling and piling
We do them favors, them bitches do cater
We go f*ck models then f*ck go f*ck neighbors
F*ck all the strippers then we go f*ck waitresses, yeah

[Future:]
60 naked bitches, no exaggeration
We bought all the bottles, had to change locations
Smashing all the models, now we hit the waitresses
When you gettin' a lot of money you can't ever save it

[Drake:]
But tonight, me and my friends we got money to spend
Me and my friends we got money to spend
Me and my friends, me and my friends we got money to spend
Me and my friends we got money to spend
Me and my friends, me and my friends we got money to spend

[Drake:]
2 in the morning my mind is on you
4 in the morning it still hasn't moved
Hit me to tell me you get off at 10
Come here, I make sure you get off again
Roxx got a case but they get off again
F*ck all the opps and the shots that they send
I let off first then I let off again
You may not hear from them ever again
Me and my friends we got money to spend
Reps Up, you know there a hundred of them
FBGOVO, hundred percent
Don't ask no shit when it come to my set
Don't ask no shit when it come to my set
FBGOVO, hundred percent, yeah
6 summers straight and I run it again

[Future:]
60 naked bitches, no exaggeration
We bought all the bottles, had to change locations
Smashing all the models, now we hit the waitresses
When you gettin' a lot of money you can't ever save it

[Drake:]
But tonight, me and my friends we got money to spend
Me and my friends we got money to spend
Me and my friends, me and my friends we got money to spend
Me and my friends we got money to spend
Me and my friends, me and my friends we got money to spend

[Future:]
60 naked bitches sitting, no exaggeration
We bought all the bottles, had to change locations
Take it to the head baby, penetration
Money not a problem, you can finger trace it
Drinking on the syrup, taking medications
After this club we just change locations
After this club we just change locations
We don't take it in, we just change locations
We don't take it in, we just change locations
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Writer: Noel Cadastre, Aubrey Drake Graham, Nayvadius Wilburn
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Jumpman

[ Featuring Future ]

[Drake:]
Yeah
Halloween
Taliban, taliban
Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, them boys up to something
They just spent like two or three weeks out the country
Them boys up to something they just not just bluffing
You don't have to call I hit my dance like Usher
I just found my tempo like I'm DJ mustard
I hit the Ginobili with my left hand up like woo
Lobster and celine for all my babies that I miss
Chicken fingers, french fries for them hoes that wanna diss
Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, them boys up to something
Uh, uh, uh think I need some Robitussin
Way too many questions you must think I trust you
You searching for answers I do not know nothing (Woo!)
I see em tweaking they know something coming (Woo!)
Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, them boys up to something (Woo!)
Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, f*ck was you expecting? (Woo!)
Chi-town chi-town Michael Jordan just said text me (Woo!)

[Future:]
Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman
Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman
I just seen the jet take off they up to something
Them boys just not bluffing them boys just not bluffing
Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, them boys up to something
She was trying join the team I told her wait
Chicken wings and fries we don't go on dates
Nobu Nobu Nobu Nobu Nobu nobu
I just throwed a private dinner in LA
Trapping is a hobby thats the way for me
Man they coming fast they never getting sleep
I, I just had to buy another safe
Bentley Spurs and Phantoms Jordan Fadeaway

[Drake:]
Yeah
Jumpman, Jumpman, I don't need no introduction
Jumpman, Jumpman, Metro Boomin on production, wow
Hundred cousins out in Memphis they so country, wow
Tell her stay the night, valet your car, come f*ck me now
Jumpman, Jumpman, live on TNT I'm flexing (ooh!)
Jumpman, Jumpman they gave me my own collection (ooh!)
Jump when I say jump, girl can you take direction? (Ooh!)
Mutombo with the bitches, you keep getting rejected (Woo!)

[Future:]
Heard they came through magic city on a Monday
Heard they had the club wild, it was star studded
A bunch of girls going wild when your chain flooded
And I had em like wow, cup dirty
Dopeman dopeman dopeman dopeman dopeman dopeman
Money on the counter, choppers on the floor
I just caught that tempo, DJ Mustard (woo!)
Way too much codeine and Adderall
We just count up paper racks, woooah
I know I'mma get my bitch back, woooah
I count all these racks that I have on me now imma have you like woah
Chanel number 9, Chanel number 5, well you got 'em both

[Drake:]
Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman them boys up to something
They just spent like two or three weeks out the country
Them boys up to something they just not just bluffing

[Future:]
Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman
Them boys up to something
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Leland Tyler Wayne, Nayvadius Wilburn, Aubrey Drake Graham
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Jersey

First I got married to money
Then I fell in love with that dirty
First I got married to money
Then I fell in love with that dirty
Extendo, extendo, extendo
The clip got a hold like a thirty
I got my clique and they represent this
Like a nigga wearin' jerseys
Like a nigga wearin' jerseys
Like we love wearin' jerseys
Crime rate's goin' crazy, crazy
'Cause my young niggas so thirsty
Couple commas, made a purchase
Caught the wave, I ain't surfin'
Caught the wave, I ain't surfin'
You do what you want when you poppin', yeah
You do what you want when you poppin'
You do what you want when you cop it
You do what you want when you got it, yeah
You do what you want when you poppin'
You do what you want when you got it, huh

I be on syrup, they know it, huh
Stack up some money then blow it, huh
I do what I want and I spazz
Take the Styrofoam, pour the syrup up
It's a dress code, but that ain't for us

Do what you want when you poppin', don't fold up
When I'm feelin' the stress, then I pour up
Reppin' the set like a soldier
Hop out the Benz when I roll up
I wasn't splurgin' on purpose
You lame niggas makin' me nervous
I keep me a banger like Birdie
Sip out my cup and it's dirty

First I got married to money
Then I fell in love with that dirty
First I got married to money
Then I fell in love with that dirty
Extendo, extendo, extendo
The clip got a hold like a thirty
I got my clique and they represent this
Like a nigga wearin' jerseys
Like a nigga wearin' jerseys
I get love way in Jersey
Crime rate's goin' crazy, crazy
'Cause my young niggas so thirsty
Couple commas, made a purchase
Caught the wave, I ain't surfin'
Caught the wave, I ain't surfin'
You do what you want when you poppin', yeah
You do what you want when you poppin'
You do what you want when you cop it
You do what you want when you got it, yeah
You do what you want when you poppin'
You do what you want when you got it, huh

Li-like the smell of that money when it burn
Bitch, you know a nigga poppin', wait your turn
I make so much money, it's got me delirious
When your gang-gang in the chain gang, shit serious
I gotta maintain, I'm superior, nigga
I rep the same gang on account of my niggas
We fill up two planes on account of these riches
I f*ck up some loose change on account of these bitches

I be on syrup, they know it, huh
Stack up some money then blow it, huh
I do what I want and I spazz
Take the Styrofoam, pour the syrup up
It's a dress code, but that ain't for us

First I got married to money
Then I fell in love with that dirty
First I got married to money
Then I fell in love with that dirty
Extendo, extendo, extendo
The clip got a hold like a thirty
I got my clique and they represent this
Like a nigga wearin' jerseys
Like a nigga wearin' jerseys
Like we love wearin' jerseys
Crime rate's goin' crazy, crazy
'Cause my young niggas so thirsty
Couple commas, made a purchase
Caught the wave, I ain't surfin'
Caught the wave, I ain't surfin'
You do what you want when you poppin'
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Aubrey Drake Graham, Nayvadius Wilburn, Tyler Wayne Leland, Joshua Luellen
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.




30 For 30 Freestyle

Never thought I'd be talking from this perspective
But I'm not really sure what else you expected
When the higher-ups have all come together as a collective
With conspiracies to end my run and send me a message
40, Did you get the message?
Cause I just checked my phone and I didn't get it
I mean, I say hats off for a solid effort
But we didn't flinch for a second, we got our shit together
Yeah, not here to fight wars
But niggas wanna talk high scores
Party just dipped off in a white Porsche
And I just came from dinner where I ate some well done seared scallops
That were to die for
But I got bigger fish to fry
I'm talking bigger shit than you and I
Kids'll lose their lives, got me scared of losing mine
And if I hold my tongue about it, I get crucified
Wrote this shit on a bumpy flight on a summer night
Flying over Chattanooga, out here trying to spread the movement
I just got me the Mercedes Pullman
You niggas never heard of it, you gotta hit up Google
Back in the city, shit is getting brutal
These kids'll hit your noodle then take a girl to the movies
They've been dropping out on both sides
We ain't in it, we just ghost ride
The pen is working if you niggas need some ghost lines
I thought you wanted yours like I want mine
I guess you just making moves on your own time
But just know it'll be January in no time
And your absence is very concerning
It's like you went on vacation with no plan of returning
Shit is purely for sport, I need it 30 for 30
Banners are ready in case we need to retire your jersey
I got a club in the Raptors arena
Championships, celebrations during regular seasons
Paternity testing for women that I never slept with
I'm legally obligated if they request it
So much legal action like I'm Michael Jackson
Luckily, I'm great at avoiding distraction
Used to get no reaction, now I'm overreacting
Ah nigga, that shit gotta go platinum
I just listened to Closer To My Dreams
Wide eyed and uneducated at 19
I can't rap like that, all young and naive
Not after all of the shit I've seen and the things I believe
Drastically changing, thank you for all your patience
I'm just in a different space and I choose to embrace it
Four-thousand square feet just isn't as spacious
You loved me back in the basement, guess it is what we make it
I'm tired of awkward exchanges and nigga's crooked ways
Tired of champagne toasts with people that look away
Peyton and Eli when niggas called me they brother the season start
And I don't wanna see you end up with nothing
Y'all throw the word, "Family" around too much in discussion
Rookie season, I would've never thought this was coming
They knees give out and they passing to you all of a sudden
Now you the one getting buckets
They put their arm around you, now you becoming the crutches
Kids got on your number cause you the one they look up to
And women that you seen on TV look better in person
And either they wanna f*ck you or convince you
That they can to see where it goes from there
But these ain't the girls from Brampton, this ain't that local action
The haters just bringing me and my people closer, actually
What happened to the things you niggas said was supposed to happen?
Are we just supposed to ignore the fact that it never happened?
We just supposed to get the pie and then split it in two?
Supposed to forget your mistakes but not forget about you?
My plan was always to make the product jump off the shelf
And treat the money like secrets, keep that shit to ourselves
Papi champú, young pablito de seis dios
6 G-O-D, I think I was destined for this shit when I was 'round Keyshia Cole and T.I
And Young Dro was popping off, well ain't I?
Way before niggas had they hands out like they doing macarena
But who am I to complain now, I'm still around, they know
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Noah James Shebib, Aubrey Drake Graham
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Back to: Drake


Performed By: Drake
Featuring: Future
Released: September 20th, 2015
Year: 2015

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