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All Drake 175 Million Songs: 141-150 Lyrics

141. 6PM in New York ft. Drake 4:44

[Intro: Drake]

Yeah

Yeah

[Verse: Drake &

Drake

]

Oh, you gotta love it, oh, you got, oh, you gotta love it

I heard what circulated, let's get to the bottom of it

I told 1da send me something and I got covered

Somehow, I always rise above it

Why you think I got my head in the clouds on my last album cover?

The game is all mine and I'm mighty possessive

Lil Wayne could not have found him a better successor

Every shot chu see 'em take at me, they all contested

Allen Iverson shoe dеal, these niggas all in question

Last night, I wеnt da sleep wanting more

Tryna decide what direction I should go towards

Some nights, I wish I could go back in life

Not da change shit, just to feel a couple things twice

28 at midnight, wonder what's next for me

Longevity, wonder how long they'll check for me

Prolly forever if I stay in my zone

I speak on this generation, but can't change it alone

I heard a lil', lil' homie talking reckless in

Vibe

That's quite a platform you chose, you should've kept it inside

Oh, you tried? It's so childish calling my name on the world stage

You need a act chour age and not cha girl's age

It gets worse by the annual

My career's

how-da

manual, so I guess it's understandable, man

Oh, you gotta love it

You gotta love it, yeah

I know rappers that call paparazzi da come and get 'em

Da show they outfits off, guess they need the attention

I remember when it used to be music that did it

But then again, times have changed, man, who are we kidding?

I'm managed by my friends that I grew up with

I'd rather give that 15-percent da people I fuck with

If me and Future hadn't made it with this rapping

We'd prolly be out in Silicon tryna get our billions on

But here we are, yeah

Lately, I feel the haters eating away at my confidence

They scream out my failures and whisper my accomplishments

Bitches alter my messages like we had words

And stories 'bout my life hit the net like a bad serve

Bitter women I'm overtexting are PMSing crazy this year

Fucking with my image

I was tryna reach the youth so I can save 'em this year

Fuck it, I guess I gotta wait 'til next year

And I heard someone say something that stuck with me a lot

'Bout how we need protection for those protecting the block

Nobody looking out for nobody

Maybe we should try and help somebody or be somebody

Instead of being somebody that makes the news, so everybody can tweet about it

And then they start da "R.I.P." about it

And four weeks later, nobody even speaks about it

Damn

I just had a say my piece about it

Oh, you gotta love it

But they scared of the truth, so back to me showing out in public, that's a hotter subject

I've been whipping Mercedes and nigga try da budget

I gotta make it back da Memphis to check on my cousins

Shoutout da Ashley, Tasha, Bianca, Julia, Ericka, Southern America

Part of my heritage, pardon my arrogance

Part in my hair again, that's that comeback flow

Comeback flow

Once I start, it's apparent

I'm with a girl who ass is so big that's partly embarrassing

But fuck all the blushing and fuck your discussions and fuck all the judgement

Your content's so aggressive lately, what's irking you?

Shit is getting so personal in your verses too

I wanna prove that I'm number one over all these niggas

Being number two is just being the first to lose

My city dictated music, nobody seeing us

Winter here already, but, somehow, I'm heating up

Been observing the game and feel like I've seen enough

Let's drop a tape on these niggas, then we'll see wassup

Yeah, boy, you rapping like you seen it all

You rapping like the throne should be the three of y'all

"Best I Ever Had" seems like a decade ago

Decadent flow and I still got a decade da go

Oh, please, take it ease, where's the love and the peace?

Why you rapping like you come from the streets?

I got a backyard where money seems to come from the trees

And I'm never ever scared a get some blood on my leaves

Phantom sliding like the shit just hit a puddle of grease

I cook the beef well-done on the double wit' cheese

Special order for anybody that's coming for me

Shit, chu prolly flinch if somebody sneeze

You see, they got me back talking like it's just 40, Oli, and me

Cutting all loose ends, I be the barber for free

I'm almost at four minutes going off on the beat

Feel like I'm in the Malibu that had the cloth on the seats

Man, oh, you gotta love it

Yeah

And on top of that, it's getting harder da eat

Rappers downgrading houses, putting cars on the lease

To think labels said they'd have a problem marketing me

And now it's everybody else that's getting hard a believe

But, man, oh, you gotta love it (Oh)

Yeah

And head-a-toe, I'm Prada covered (Whoo)

I know your girl well, just not in public

Blame the city, I'm a product of it

Young nigga from the city

You gotta love it

[Outro: Drake]

Yeah

Gotta love it

Hahahaha

Yeah

Tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk

142. Star67 & Blowing Up ft. Lil Wayne, Drake, Popcaan, Girl 1, Girl 2, Chuck D, Guy 1, & Guy 2 4:56

[Part 1: Star67]

[Intro: Lil Wayne &

Drake

]

That's what they doing, Cam'ron

They acting like these singers, man

"I ain't, I ain't going to the studio 'til I got a situation

A subject, I need a beat, I need the producer

Who, who gon' be on the hook?"

Man, what is you doing?

Go in the studio with fucking clips

Clips

Ammo

Brand-new Be—

[Verse: Drake &

Popcaan

]

'Retta

Can't wait da let it go

Walk up in my label, like:

"Where the check, though?"

Yeah, I said it

Wouldn't dap you with the left, hoe

Shut the fuck up

Text from a centerfold

I ain't reply

Let her know I read it, though

Voicemail say she ready, though (Yeah)

Niggas know I'm credible

Ain't no pussy on a pedestal

Got my foot on the 'Cedes Benz pedal

Doing 90 on the bridge, like:

"Nigga, you already know"

And if you don't know, then now ya know (Now ya know)

Switching up the angles

Now I'm in the Rolls with illuminated angel

Four, five chains, man, the gold getting tangled

My nigga Biz said, "The first mil' gon' change you"

Change for the better

Hit it, then dead her

That's my vendetta

Keep this shit da 'gether, yeah (

Bomba rassclaat

)

Goddamn

We ain't got a scam

Cocaine coupe, we ain't even got a scale

Used to flip apps, now that old plug murked

Ain't a damn thing changed, you can still get the work (Ayy)

[Outro: Girl 1 &

Girl 2

]

Just hold on one moment—

And someone will be right with you

(

We're sorry

)

(

You have reached a number that has been disconnected or is no longer in service

)

[Part 2: Blowing Up]

[Intro: Drake]

Yeah

[Verse 1: Drake & (Chuck D)]

I remember I had went da Louis V with Haf'

Watched them spread 10,000 dollars on the glass

I never, ever thought I'd see that in my life

Now I'm in the East 'cause them boys are getting right, man

I was on TV, making 50 racks a year

After helping Mama out, the shit would disappear

I am not a man, I can't do this on my own

So I started asking them if they would put me on

And they did put me on

Yeah, they did put me on

Now we in the basement, and we working on the phones

Now we in the basement, and we working on the phones, man (6ix)

Line blowing up, working on the phones

Now we in the basement, and we working on the phones

But I just couldn't do it, had a leave that shit alone, man

[Interlude: Guy 1,

Drake,

Guy 2 & Popcaan,

Popcaan,

& *Guy 2*]

Hear what?

Yo, hear what? Take time

(

Hahahaha

)

Aha

(*Hahahaha*)

No shit

Yo, hear what?

Wha gwan, fry skull

(*This motherfucker, man*)

Him fried, him fried and a sleep awhile ago inna di van, you know Drizzy

(*Hahahaha*)

[Chorus 1: Drake]

Blowing up

Line blowing up, they need the whole thing

Blowing up

My niggas really need the whole thing, yeah, yeah

Blowing up

Line blowing up, they need the whole thing

Blowing up

My niggas really need the whole thing, yeah, yeah, yeah

Ayy

[Verse 2: Drake]

I do better with the rider in my system

Ooh, yeah

I'm on deck, when you call me, I'll listen

I listen unless I been mixing

You know when I'm mixing

You know when I'm mixing

I smoke when I drink, it's tradition

Like Zoe mama, I go hippy

Peace sign in the air like I'm Nixon, I'm mixing

I am not Esco, but it was written, I knew when they didn't

I've been had these visions of the life I'm living since I were Jimmy

All I had a do was just go and get it

[Chorus 2: Drake]

And now we blowing up

Blowing up, they need the whole thing

Blowing up, yeah

My niggas really need the whole thing, yeah, yeah, yeah

Ayy

143. Faithful ft. Pimp C, Drake, Amber Rose, & dvsn: Bryan-Michael Cox & Daniel Daley 4:52

[Intro: Pimp C,

Drake,

&

Amber Rose

]

Check, one-two, one-two, bitch

You expensive, you know that?

I'm high maintenance a little bit, but—

Not in a—

Not in a negative way

I just like extremely expensive things

[Verse 1: Pimp C &

Drake

]

Foot off in their ass is what Ken told me

Niggas like da play games

'Cause they feel like they know me (Feel like they know me)

You don't know me, nigga, I done changed (I done changed)

So don't be tryna be putting on shit off in the game (Game)

This ain't no motherfucking 91

We out here rapping for money, you niggas rapping for fun

I don't fuck wit' nobody in this shit but Bun (In this shit but Bun)

You would think it's

[Pre-Chorus: Drake]

All mine the way I took it (Yeah)

You would think it broke down the way I push it (Yeah)

You hate it when I coat things all in sugar

You wanna hear the real talk, well, girl, who wouldn't? (Yeah)

[Chorus: Drake]

Working, working, working, working, ain't cha?

You don't have no time da lay up

You just tryna be somebody

'Fore you say you need somebody

Get all your affairs in order

I won't have affairs, I'm yours, girl

Faithful, faithful, faithful, faithful

[Verse 2: Drake]

You hit me, like, "I know you're there wit' someone else" (Yeah)

That pussy knows me better than I know myself

On my way from the studio, so get undressed

Let's do the things that we say on text (Yeah)

I wanna get straight to the climax (Straight, straight to the—)

Yeah, have you coming all summer like a season pass (Yeah)

I wanna turn you out like pitch black

Wanna watch you do work while I sit back (Yeah)

'Cause you talk like you got what I need (Yeah)

You talk like you got the juice and the squeeze (Yeah)

Talk like you bet it all on me (Yeah)

And you can't take no Ls off me

I know you've been

[Chorus: Drake & (Daniel Daley)]

Working, working, working, working, ain't cha?

You don't have no time da lay up

You just tryna be somebody

'Fore you say you need somebody

Get all your affairs in order

I won't have affairs, I'm yours, girl

Faithful, faithful, faithful, faithful (How)

[Verse 3: Daniel Daley]

Far we go always seems to get better wit' time, hey

Won't cha, outsmart me, no

Told me that cha brain works better than mine

Tell me I should know ya (I'll get to know you again)

You want me da show ya (I'm gonna show you again)

Now we're in the zone, yeah (Gon' let me all in again, ooh)

And now you're coming over

(Over and over and over and over and over again)

Over and over again, over and over again

Now you're coming over

Over and over again, over and over again

You tell me I should know ya (But I'll get to know you again)

And you want me da show ya, uh (I'm gonna show you again)

When we're in the zone, you— (Gon' let me own it again)

And now you're coming over

(Over and over and over and over and over again)

Now you're coming over, you're coming over

[Outro: Daniel Daley]

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah-ah-ah

144. Fancy ft. Swizz Beatz, Mary J. Blige, Drake, & T.I. 5:20

[Part 1]

[Intro: Swizz Beatz]

Go

Go 'head (Go, go, go)

A-go

Go

Go 'head (Go, go, go)

A-go, go, go, go, go, go 'head

A-go, go, go, go, go, a-go 'head

Oh, you

[Chorus: Swizz Beatz,

Mary J. Blige & Swizz Beatz,

&

Drake

]

Fancy, huh?

Oh, you fancy, huh?

Oh, you fancy, huh?

Oh, you fancy, huh?

Nail done, hair done, everything did

N-N-Nails done, hair done

(Oh),

everything di—

Oh, you fancy, huh?

(Huh?)

Oh, you fancy, huh?

You, you fancy, huh?

Oh, you fancy, huh?

Nail done, hair done, everything did

N-N-Nails done, hair done

(Oh),

everything di—

(

Uh

)

Oh, you fancy, huh?

[Verse 1: Drake &

Swizz Beatz

]

You getting ready so I know we gon' be here awhile

In the bathroom flat irons and nail files

Spending hours in salons on yo' hairstyle

Or in the mall steady racking up the air miles

Hit the gym, step on the scale, stare at the number

You say you dropping 10 pounds preparing for summer

And you-on't do it for yourself, you the fucking coldest

Intelligent too, ooh, you my sweetheart

I've always liked my women book and street smart

Long as they got a lil' class like half days

And the confidence to overlook my past ways

Time heals all—

And heels hurt da walk in

But they go with the clutch that chu carry yo' lip gloss in

And, look, I really think nobody does it better

I love the way that chu put it together, uh (Together, uh,

oh, you

)

[Chorus: Swizz Beatz,

Mary J. Blige & Swizz Beatz,

&

T.I.

]

Fancy, huh?

Oh, you fancy, huh?

Oh, you fancy, huh?

Oh, you fancy, huh?

Nail done, hair done, everything did

N-N-Nails done, hair done

(Oh),

everything di—

Oh, you fancy, huh?

(Huh?)

Oh, you fancy, huh?

You, you fancy, huh?

Oh, you fancy, huh?

Nail done, hair done, everything did

N-N-Nails done, hair done

(Oh),

everything di—

(

'Sup, girl?

)

Oh, you fancy, huh?

[Verse 2: T.I. &

Swizz Beatz & T.I.

]

Well, aren't chu a breath of fresh air?

From all these superficial gold-digging bitches in here

They get a baller, figure they ain't gotta pick a career

Guess they plan on sucking dicks until some millions appear

Like, "Voilà"

You do it right, he just might buy you a car

Man, she play these suckers just like B.o.B play the guitar

Now, here you are wit' cha girls having drinks at the bar

I say I'm buying, you decline, that is kinda bizarre

Independent with the demeanor of an R&B singer (Check)

Naked-ring finger (Check)

M3 Bimmer (Check)

Champagne Range (Yeah)

Triple-white Jag (Whoo)

Closet full of brand-new clothes and handbags (Yep)

Alexander McQueen (Yuh)

Prada, Gucci, Chanel (Where?)

D&G, BCBG, Versace, Louis, and Bebe (Whoo)

You ain't needy, greedy or easy as these other breezy's

Who fuck for bottles of Riesling and bowls of baked ziti (

Oh, you

)

[Chorus: Swizz Beatz & T.I.,

Swizz Beatz,

Mary J. Blige & Swizz Beatz,

&

Drake

]

Fancy, huh?

Oh, you fancy, huh?

Oh, you fancy, huh?

Oh, you fancy, huh?

Nail done, hair done, everything did

N-N-Nails done, hair done

(Oh),

everything di—

Oh, you fancy, huh?

(

Huh?

)

Oh, you fancy, huh?

You, you fancy, huh?

Oh, you fancy, huh?

Nail done, hair done, everything did

N-N-Nails done

(

Uh

),

hair done

(Oh),

everything di—

Oh, you fancy, huh?

[Part 2]

[Bridge: Drake &

Swizz Beatz

]

Atlanta girls (

Whoo

)

Let me see your hands (

Yeah

)

Wave 'em at them bitches hating on you with they friends (

Come on

)

Girl, you got it (

Whoo

)

Let 'em know that everything big, ah

Nail done, hair done, everything big

And my N.Y. girls (

Whoo

)

Let me see your hands (

Mountains

)

Wave 'em at them bitches hating on you with they friends (

Come on

)

Girl, you got it (

Whoo

)

Let 'em know that everything big, ah

Nail done, hair done, everything big

And my L.A. girls (

Oh

)

Let me see your hands (

Bounce

)

Wave 'em at them bitches hating on you with they friends (

Come on, oh

)

Girl, you got it (

Whoo

)

Let 'em know that everything big

Nails done, hair done, everything big

And my T.O. girls (

Right

)

Let me see your hands (

Oh

)

Wave 'em at them bitches hating on you with they friends (

Come on, right

)

Girl, you got it (

Yeah, whoo

)

Let 'em know that everything big (

Uh-huh

)

Nails done, hair done, nails done, hair done (Said:)

"Go, Cinderella (

Whoo

)

Go, Cinderella" (

Bounce

)

Orgasm blush, lipstick, and concealer

Devil in a tight dress, girl, you a killer

And ain't nobody realer

And ain't nobody realer,

go (Go)

Go (Go)

Go (Go)

Go (Go)

Go (Go)

Go (Go)

Go (Go)

Go (Go, showtime)

Go (Go)

Go (Go)

Go (Go)

Go (Go)

Go (Go, as we—)

Go (Go, proceed)

Go

(

Go,

uh)

[Verse: Drake & (Swizz Beatz)]

Five-and-a-half in boys

Ass is off the hook

Cinderella 'bout da lose the glass off her foot

And when I find it—

Is when I find you

And we can do the things we never got the time to

Better late than never

But never late is better

They tell me time is money

Well, we'll spend it together

I'm down for whatever

You just lead the way

We go da dinner, you-on't even look at me da pay

Mature women with more than me were the first to tempt me

And Jason had this girl Tammy with a purple Bentley

How she got it, I ain't never get to ask

I just knew that she were fine like a ticket on the dash

Yeah

But shoutout to the homeowners

The girls that got diplomas and enough money da loan us

A little some' extra, should we ever need it

If it sounds like you, then let me hear you repeat it (Oh, you)

[Chorus: Swizz Beatz,

Mary J. Blige & Swizz Beatz,

&

Mary J. Blige

]

Fancy, huh?

Oh, you fancy, huh?

Oh, you fancy, huh?

Oh, you fancy, huh?

Nail done, hair done, everything did

N-N-Nails done, hair done

(Oh),

everything di—

Oh, you fancy, huh?

(Huh?)

Oh, you fancy, huh?

You, you fancy, huh?

Oh, you fancy, huh?

Nail done, hair done, everything did

N-N-Nails done, hair done

(Oh),

everything di—

Oh, you fancy, huh? (

You fancy

)

145. Knife Talk ft. Project Pat, 21 Savage, Drake, Future, Young Thug, & Metro Boomin 4:04

[Intro: Project Pat & (21 Savage)]

I gotta feed the streets

My pistol gon' bleed the streets

Ski mask on my face, sometimes, you gotta cheat

To stay ahead (Gang) in this bitch-ard

Drank syrup like it's liquor

Street life'll have you catching up to God quicker (Yeah, gang)

Sticker

AK-40 to your liver

Let the chopper bang on you like a Blood or a Cripper (Gang)

Flipper, so much bread, I'm a gymnast

Made so much money off of dummies, off of dummies (Yeah, gang)

[Interlude 1: 21 Savage]

I'm Mr.— (Gang)

[Verse 1: 21 Savage]

Body Catcher

Slaughter Gang soul snatcher

Ain't no regular F-150, this a fucking Raptor (Yeah, gang)

No capper

Street nigga, not a rapper

Chopper hit him and he turned into a booty clapper (Gang)

Smith & Wesson, I'm 4L Gang repping

We done baptized more niggas than the damn reverend (Yeah, gang)

Kappa Alpha, me and my gang, we do all the stepping

Who you checking? This FN shoot—

East to West (Yeah) End (Gang)

[Interlude 2: 21 Savage & Drake & (21 Savage)]

Yeah (Gang, yeah, gang)

[Verse 2: Drake & (21 Savage)]

I heard Papi outside

And he got the Double-R Droppy outside

Check the weather (Gang) and it's getting real oppy outside

I'ma drop this shit and have these pussies dropping like some motherfucking (Yeah) flies (Gang)

Type of nigga that can't look me in the eyes

I despise

When I see you, better put that fucking pride to the side (Gang)

Many times

Plenty times

I survived, beef is live

Spoiler alert

This nigga (Yeah) dies (Gang)

[Verse 3: 21 Savage]

Keep blickies

And you know the weed sticky

My finger itchy

The Glock—

Like da leave hickeys (Gang)

Your shooters iffy

A street punk could never diss me

I come skraight up out the 6, and we don't spare sissies (Yeah, gang)

[Verse 4: Drake & (21 Savage)]

I fuck with her

And fuck with her

And her

I hit up Err, tell him, "Do the err

For sure" (Gang)

Voodoo curse

It got him while I flew da Turks

Know the dawgs had a hit them where we knew it hurts (Yeah, gang)

[Chorus 1: 21 Savage &

Drake

]

Gang shit, that's all I'm on (

Yeah

)

Gang shit, that's all I'm on

Nigga, gang shit, that's all I'm on

Gang shit, that's all I'm on (Yeah)

Nigga (Gang), gang shit, that's all I'm on

Gang shit, that's all I'm on

Nigga, gang (Gang) shit, that's all I'm on

Gang shit, that's all I'm on (Yeah, let it)

[Verse 5: 21 Savage &

Drake

]

Bang (Gang), bang

Let it bang, bang

'Til his brains hang

And his mama sang

And the pastor (Gang) sang (

Whoo

)

And them bullets sang (

Yee

)

And them choppers sang (

Yee

)

And the choir sang (Yeah,

I'm on

)

[Verse 6: Drake & (21 Savage)]

Everything (Gang, yeah, gang)

Jacob charged me $450 for a tennis chain

US Open, had it on us at the tennis (Gang) game

Tell the coach don't take me out, I like da finish games

And my pen insane

Am (Yeah) I menacing? (Gang)

There's like 80 of us now, that's the scary thing

Shit they doing on that other side embarrassing (Gang)

We in Paris with it

Hunnid carats with it

All this shit is for my son, 'cause he's (Yeah) inheriting (Gang) it

[Interlude 3: Future,

21 Savage,

&

Young Thug

]

If Young Metro don't trust ya, I'm gon' shoot chu

Gang (Yeah, gang)

Metro (Metro)

[Chorus 2: 21 Savage]

Gang shit, that's all I'm on

Gang shit, that's all I'm on

Nigga, gang shit, that's all I'm on

Gang shit, that's all I'm on (Yeah)

Nigga (Gang), gang shit, that's all I'm on

Gang shit, that's all I'm on

Nigga, gang (Gang) shit, that's all I'm on

Gang shit, that's all I'm on, yeah

146. WAIT FOR U ft. Tems, Future, Young Scooter, ATL Jacob, & Drake 3:10

[Intro: Tems,

Future,

&

Young Scooter

]

I won't wait for you

For you (

Early in the morning, late at night

)

I won't wait for you (

It don't even matter what time it is

)

I won't wait for you (

Presidential Rollie, already on the way

)

Higher

Saying higher-er-er-er (

Whenever I find time, it's okay

)

Ayy (

ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob

)

Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh

[Verse 1: Future,

Tems,

&

Future

]

You pray for my demons, girl, I got chu (

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

)

Every time I sip on Codeine, I get vulnerable (

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh

)

I'm knowing the sounds of the storm when it come (

Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

)

She understand I can't take her everywhere a nigga going (

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

)

I've been in the field like the

Children of the Corn

(

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

)

[Chorus 1: Future,

Tems,

&

Drake

]

I can hear your tears when they drop over the phone (

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh

)

Get mad at cha self 'cause you can't leave me alone (

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

)

Gossip (

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh

), being messy, that ain't what we doing (

World was ending

)

Travel around the world (

Would chu cry or would chu try da get me?

)

Over the phone, dropping tears (

Tell me now, I want chu to be clear, yeah

)

I get more vulnerable when I do pills (

Tell me now, I need chu to be clear, yeah

)

When you drunk, you tell me exactly how you feel (

I won't wait for you

)

For you

(When I'm loaded, I keep it real)

I won't wait for you

I won't wait for you

Need a tell a real one exactly what it is (

I won't wait, won't wait, for you

)

For you

(Don't say it 'cause you know what I wanna hear)

I won't wait for you

I won't wait for you

Ooh-ooh-ooh

(

Yeah

)

[Verse 2: Drake & (Tems)]

I've been trapping 'round the world (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)

I sit on my balcony and wonder how you feeling (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)

I got a career that takes my time away from women (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh)

I cannot convince you that I love you for a living (Won't wait for you)

I be on your line (For you), feeling's flowing like a river

You be texting back (I won't wait for you), you at Kiki on the river

Message say, "Delivered" (I won't wait for you), but I know that chu don't get it

Why you introduce us if you knew that chu was with him? (I won't wait for you, for you, for you)

Made me shake his hand when y'all been fucking for a minute (I won't wait for you)

Walk me off the plank because you know that I'm a swimmer (For you, I won't wait for you)

Supposed to be your dog, but chu done put me in a kennel

Girl, put a muzzle on it (Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh), all that barking over dinner

I was fucking wit' chu when you had the tiny Presidential (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)

You got better when you met me and that ain't coincidental (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh)

Tried a bring the best out you, guess I'm not that influential

Guess I'm not the one that's meant for you (Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)

[Chorus 2: Drake,

Tems,

&

Future

]

I can hear your tears when they drop over the phone (

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh

)

Get mad at myself 'cause I can't leave you alone (

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

)

Gossip in messages (

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh

), that ain't what we doing

Yeah (

World was ending

)

Trapping around the world (

Would chu cry or would chu try da get me?

)

Over the phone, dropping tears (

Tell me now, I want chu to be clear, yeah

)

I get more vulnerable when I do pills (

Tell me now, I need chu to be clear, yeah

)

When you drunk, you tell me exactly how you feel (

I won't wait for you

)

For you

(

When I'm loaded, I keep it real

)

I won't wait for you

I won't wait for you

Need a tell a real one exactly what it is

(

I won't wait, won't wait, for you

)

For you

(

Don't say it 'cause you know what I wanna hear

)

I won't wait for you

I won't wait for you

Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

[Outro: Future &

Tems

]

Early in the morning, late at night (

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

)

It don't even matter what time it is (

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh

)

World was ending

Would chu cry or would chu try da get me?

Tell me now, I want chu to be clear, yeah

Tell me now

147. Under Ground Kings ft. Drake & Pimp C 3:34

[Intro: Drake]

Yeah

[Verse 1: Drake]

Bridge over troubled water

Ice in my muddy water

Rich off a mixtape, got rich off a mixtape

Prolly shouldn't be driving, it just got so much harder

Can't even see it straight, I can't even see it straight, ah

Fuck with me, I buy the shots

Live a little 'cause niggas die a lot

And lie a lot, but I'm the truth, that's right, I fucking said it

The living proof that chu ain't gotta die da get da Heaven

You

Girl

You right there

You look like you like this shit

How'd I know?

How'd I know?

That's me on some psychic shit

I could tell a lie if you asking me my whereabouts

But I might talk that real if you ask me what I care about

Rap and bitches, rap and bitches, bitches and rapping

Rapping and bitches until all of it switches, I swear

It's been two years since somebody asked me who I was

I'm the greatest, man, I said that before I knew I was

That's what's important, what really happened before this

When me and my crew was all about this rapper from New Orleans

Singing, "Walking like a man

Finger on the trigger

I got money in my pocket, I'm a uptown nigga", ah

With fame on my mind

My girl on my nerves

I was pushing myself da get some' that I deserve

[Pre-Chorus: Drake]

That was back in the days

Acura days

I was a cold dude, I'm getting back to my ways

[Chorus 1: Drake & (Pimp C)]

People always ask how I got my nice things

Take my crown to the grave, I'm an underground king

I bet we can make tonight the greatest story ever told

'Cause I'm down a spend whatever, lately, I've been on a roll

And I do it for the city 'cause you know the city love a nigga

Do it for the city 'cause you know the city love a nigga

Do it for the city 'cause you know the city love a nigga

Do it for the city— (UGK, fuck these other niggas)

Some—

[Verse 2: Drake]

'Times, I need that romance, sometimes, I need that pole dance

Sometimes, I need that stripper that's gon' tell me that she don't dance

Tell me lies, make it sound good, make it sound good

Do me like the women from my town would

Leather with that woodgrain, Persian rugs on wood floors

Talking all them good things, that's all I'm really good for

Memphis, Tennessee know, see, I start da go deep back

In Ridge Crest wit' my seat back wit' Yo Gotti and E-Mack

And these niggas got them diamonds glowing in they mouth

And they rocking furs like it's snowing in the South

And every pretty girl tell me that's the shit that she like

So, why am I in class if this is who I'm tryna be like? So I drop out

Lessons I was taught are quick da fade

Soon as I realize that turning papers in won't get me paid

And if I don't do nothing, I'ma ball

I'm counting all day like the clock on the wall, yeah, I need that

Making major changes to the life I'm living

I had no choice, I had a prove I made the right decision

[Pre-Chorus: Drake]

That was back in the days

Acura days

I was a cold dude, I'm getting back to my ways

[Chorus 2: Drake & (Pimp C)]

People always ask how I got my nice things

Take my crown to the grave, I'm an underground king

I bet we can make tonight the greatest story ever told

'Cause I'm down a spend whatever, lately, I've been on a roll

And I do it for the city 'cause you know the city love a nigga

Do it for the city 'cause you know the city love a nigga

Do it for the city 'cause you know the city love a nigga

Do it for the city— (UGK, fuck these other niggas)

148. GREECE ft. DJ Khaled & Drake 3:42

[Intro: DJ Khaled]

We The Best Music (Music, Music, Music)

Another one (Another one, another one, another one)

DJ Khaled (Khaled)

[Chorus 1: Drake & (DJ Khaled)]

Come with me (Khaled)

Leave (Khaled) all (Khaled) of (Khaled) your (Khaled) things, yeah

We can stop at Gucci, stop at Louis V, yeah

Come with me

Fly you out da Greece

Full speed

Survelor Paris, yeah

Come with me

Leave all of your things, yeah

We can stop at Gucci, stop at Louis V, yeah

Come with me

Fly you out da Greece

Full speed

Survelor Paris

[Verse 1: Drake]

Speedboats, baby

In Nikki Beach

Waves in my ears, smoking weed (Oui, oui)

Whipping through the sand in a Jeep (Oui, oui)

All because of what I did on beats, baby

Life's sweet, baby

Iced out, baby

You just go get ready, we go out, baby

Long time looking for the bounce, yeah

OZ had the bounce, yeah

[Chorus 2: Drake]

Come with me

Leave all of your things, yeah

We can stop at Gucci, stop at Louis V, yeah

Come with me

Fly you out da Greece

Full speed

Survelor Paris

Come with me

Leave all of your things, yeah

We can stop at Gucci, stop at Louis V, yeah

Come with me

Fly you out da Greece

Full speed

Je suis ton génie

[Verse 2: Drake]

Rolls Royce, baby

In Hidden Hills

Bags full of hunnid-dollar bills (Oui, oui)

Jogging past yo' wife and she get chill (Oui, oui)

All because of how I kept it real

Life's sweet, baby

On a G-Wag

I get chu anything you need, baby

Yeah, worked for everything you see, baby

Ooh-wee, baby

Ooh

[Chorus 3: Drake]

Come with me

Leave all of your things, yeah

We can stop at Gucci, stop at Louis V, yeah

Come with me

Fly you out da Greece

Full speed

Survelor Paris

Come with me

Leave all of your things, yeah

We can stop at Gucci, stop at Louis V, yeah

Come with me

Fly you out da Greece

Full speed

Survelor Paris

[Outro: Drake]

(Might just have da go in on that)

Never falling, why you making problems?

I've been silent, why you making problems?

I'm a problem, being rich is not my fault, you decide—

Who you think the reside with

I've been quiet, hard a miss me when I'm flying

Gone out da Caicos, she can stay in my room

She can stay in my room, and it ain't my

I was tryna play it right

I was tryna treat chu nice

Funny how I had a stop

See me when I'm outside

We ain't have a problem

Then you went and found one

How you gonna get a bag?

She can't help but get attached

See me when you're outside

See me on the Southside

I could tell you're sick inside

'Cause she ju' wanna love me

She-on't wanna leave me

She ju' wanna love me

She-on't wanna leave me

149. Jaded ft. Drake & Ty Dolla $ign 4:24

[Intro: Drake]

Ayy

Yeah

Dogs on this side, dogs over on this side

Yeah

[Verse 1: Drake & (Ty Dolla $ign)]

Leaving me (Leaving me)

Dipping out on me (On me)

Already got what chu needed, I guess

Quickly (Quickly)

Learned yourself through me (Through me)

Already gave you what chu needed, I guess (Ooh-yeah)

I guess (Yeah)

Yeah

That's why I'm not wit' nobody (Ooh-yeah)

'Cause I don't wanna hurt nobody (Ooh-yeah)

Did it over text, didn't call me (Ooh-yeah)

Still got love for you, Mommy

I know you wanna be somebody

Even if you gotta leave somebody (Body)

Yeah

[Chorus 1: Drake & (Ty Dolla $ign)]

Yes, I'm hurting, yes, I'm jaded (Jaded)

Most of these things, I don't wanna say (Jaded)

I wanna be around while you chasing (While you chasing it)

You wanna hit me up when you make it

You'll try and come back when you famous

I always want the truth, but it's dangerous (Dangerous, oh)

You got something real, not basic (Ooh-yeah)

You wanna get with me, stop

Yes, I'm hurting, yes, I'm jaded (Jaded)

Most of these things, I don't wanna say (Say)

I wanna be around while you chasing (Wanna be around, wanna be around)

You wanna hit me up when you make it (Ooh-yeah)

You'll try and come back when you famous (Back around, back around)

I always want the truth, but it's dangerous (Dangerous)

You got something real, not basic

You wanna get with me, stop (Flaking)

[Refrain 1: Drake & (Ty Dolla $ign)]

Yeah

Dogs on this side, dogs over on this side (Ooh-yeah, ooh-yeah, ooh-yeah)

[Verse 2: Drake & (Ty Dolla $ign)]

Ayy, told me about all your insecurities, for what?

Dragged me like two hours to your family's house, for what?

Said chu need some time, but I should stick around, for what?

Always felt like sticking 'round's the same as being stuck

And like guns with the ink in, you're getting under my skin

Pretty little young thing (Young thing)

Had a nigga convinced, got me too excited, yeah

You played me, you played me, you played me

Lowdown, dirty, shameful, crazy

I need to know how the new nigga you got does the same thing

I do for a living, but is way less wavy

How you even managing da keep straight faces

In all the pictures that I seen lately?

Lord knows you still look amazing

That's besides the point I'm making

You're way too opinionated, I have to force it

To have to fake it

You had potential

I coulda shaped it

You went and caved in (Ooh-yeah)

We coulda waited

I wasn't rushing

Difference in ages

You're old enough, but—

You're still a baby

You've shared stories where you did amazing

Things to be loyal

Things to be patient

That was before me

I musta changed it

Shifted your focus

Lens looking jaded (Jaded)

[Chorus 2: Drake & (Ty Dolla $ign)]

Most of these things, I don't wanna say

I wanna be around while you chasing (While you chasing it)

You wanna hit me up when you make it

You'll try and come back when you famous (Back around, back around, dangerous, oh, ooh-yeah)

[Outro: Drake & (Ty Dolla $ign)]

Dogs on this side, dogs over on this side

You wanna get with me, stop (Flaking)

150. POPSTAR ft. Drake & DJ Khaled 3:22

[Intro: Drake &

DJ Khaled

]

Bitches (Bitches)

We The Best Music (Music, Music, Music)

Another one

(Yeah,

another one,

yeah,

another one,

yeah)

DJ Khaled (Khaled)

[Chorus: Drake & (DJ Khaled)]

Bitches calling (Khaled) my phone, like (Khaled) I'm locked (Khaled) up (Khaled), nonstop

From the plane to the fucking helicopter, yuh

Cops pulling up like I'm giving drugs out, nah, nah

I'm a popstar, not a doctor

Bitches calling my phone, like I'm locked up, nonstop

From the plane to the fucking helicopter, yuh

Cops pulling up like I'm giving drugs out, nah, nah

I'm a popstar, not a doctor

[Verse 1: Drake]

Ayy

Shawty with the long text, Ion't talk (Ayy)

Shawty with the long legs, she-on't walk (Ayy)

Yeah, last year, I kept it on the tuck (Ayy)

2020, I came da fuck it up (Yeah)

I want a long life

A legendary one (Yeah)

I want a quick death (Yeah?)

And a easy one (Yeah)

I want a pretty girl (Yeah?)

And a honest one (Yeah)

I want this drink (Yeah?)

And another one, yeah

And I'm troublesome, yeah

I'm a popstar, but this shit ain't bubblegum, yeah

You would prolly think my manager is Scooter Braun, yeah

But my manager wit' 20 hoes in Buddakan, yeah (Ayy)

Look

Ariana, Selena, my Visa

It could take as many charges as it needs to, my girl

That shit platinum just like all of my releases, my girl

Niggas come for me? I'll tear them all da pieces, my girl

I'ma show your sexy-ass what relief is, my girl

Please don't take no shit that's 'bout da have you geeking

And I'm not driving nothing that I gotta stick the keys in

Wonder how I got this way? I swear I got the—

[Chorus: Drake]

Bitches calling my phone, like I'm locked up, nonstop

From the plane to the fucking helicopter, yuh

Cops pulling up like I'm giving drugs out, nah, nah

I'm a popstar, not a doctor

Bitches calling my phone, like I'm locked up, nonstop

From the plane to the fucking helicopter, yuh

Cops pulling up like I'm giving drugs out, nah, nah

I'm a popstar, not a doctor

[Verse 2: Drake]

I'm a popstar, not a doctor, watch her

Say she rep a whole different block, so I blocked her

Busy at the crib, cooking salmon with the lobster

If we talking joints, it's just me and David Foster

Bodyguards don't look like Kevin Costner, you tweaking

Just pulled up da Whitney Houston, Texas for the evening

They tell the same story so much, they start to believe it

The ones that start, like, "Drizzy's shit was cool, but we even"

Man, how the fuck?

Two, four, six, eight watches factory, so they appreciate

Crown in my hand and I'm really playing keep away

Shit don't even usually get this big without a Bieber face

Nah, nah, piece of cake

Nah, nah, Turks and Caic

Yeah, yeah, go and get cho' friends, we can sneak away

Yeah, yeah, like I keep a—

Like I keep the faith

Wonder how I got this way?

Swear I got the—

[Chorus: Drake]

Bitches calling my phone, like I'm locked up, nonstop

From the plane to the fucking helicopter, yuh

Cops pulling up like I'm giving drugs out, nah, nah

I'm a popstar, not a doctor

Bitches calling my phone, like I'm locked up, nonstop

From the plane to the fucking helicopter, yuh

Cops pulling up like I'm giving drugs out, nah, nah

I'm a popstar, not a doctor