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[Intro: Drake] Yeah I'm home now, it's over now, so... Yeah [Verse 1: Drake] She got a thing for Chanel vintage that dropped before she could speak English Do you love me or love seekin' attention, I mean which one is it? You keep callin' me ya twin, but twins ain't this different Mentally I'm already on next year, that's some 20/20 clear vision You sayin' let you finish, I ain't tryna hear it I'm all for spiritual liftin', but I don't fly Spirit I'm all for findin' happiness, but down to die serious All smiles, Kevin Durant trials Had to blow it on the court, I must have blew a milli' I'm walkin' on all charges, that's my new Achilles I know they love to rock a check, but who gon' do it really? Really? My depositions never surface Tanenbaum know the logo on the jersey, it's gettin' purchased Ten years in and y'all yet to hear my most impressive verses Paid the cost to be the boss wasn't even my most expensive purchase Trust when I say I'm never on the shit they assumin' I'm on Tales about me are like corridos in Culiacán Sashimi from Saito, you know that man two Michelin Star Postcard from Grace Bay, sendin' my distant regards Vision wasn't mine, told my niggas the vision was ours Still a part of shorty even if we've been livin' apart Roxx'll do you filthy for me soon as I give him the nod Meanin' he'll blast for me like puttin' the 6 with the God Hop on a float to show the city the one they appointed The one that's rebuildin' schools and feedin' the homeless Hang with my niggas, but sometimes I be tryna avoid it 'Cause they'll get to poppin' out of place like they double jointed Goals was the top of the pyramid in this shitty world "I gotta get the most of everything" is the axis on which it sit and twirls Point blank period, like a City Girl and then I bring it back to 50 world [Chorus: Drake & Rick Ross] Ayy, woah You made me this way, yeah Before I'm gone outta this place, yeah Put some flowers in my vase, won't you? Let me know that I did okay, yeah Don't wait 'til some other day, no, no They love to wait 'til it's too late, it's too late This different right here, yo [Verse 2: Rick Ross] I was nominated, never won a Grammy But I understand, they'll never understand me Lot of lives lost, but I never panicked Lot of lines crossed, I never did a Xanny A hundred room mansion but I felt abandoned Love makin' love, but where will love land me? Jealous, so their bitches be actin' like they sleepin' on us But they speakin' on us, jewelers quote us even numbers Still blowin' smoke as angels float above us Love givin' back, but will they ever love us? Chanel in the mail, FedEx from Pharrell And what I got for sale just sit on the scale Triple beam dream, a buck on the shades I really seen things give mothers the shakes I really bought cars for women on face I know it seem odd, but money amazin' College loans really did fuck up her credit Discover cards, look back, I know she regret it But we keep pushin', keep our foot on the pedal In the mirror she a blessin', rebukin' the devil Livin' on the edge, she keepin' me level Money come and go, I'ma keep you forever Money come and go, I'ma keep you forever (Forever) Slip-on glass slippers and tickle with feathers Everywhere we go, we create a dilemma Coming to America, really the set I'll let your soul glow, I'm keepin' you wet All my cold Decembers, I know she remembers Forgiveness for a sinner, but is it that simple? Holdin' on your hands, your body's a temple Fly you out to Cannes, ménages with bitches Lobsters and the prawns, thought you was Spanish Bottles for the Don, our parties the biggest (Biggest, biggest) (Maybach Music) [Chorus: Drake] Ayy, woah You made me this way, yeah Before I'm gone outta this place, yeah Put some flowers in my vase, won't you? Let me know that I did okay, yeah Don't wait 'til some other day, no, no They love to wait 'til it's too late, too late (Ayy) [Verse 3: Rick Ross] Had a dream she was singin' to me like Gladys Knight True love in the projects is called paradise All your niggas left, you wasn't actin' right But honesty itself a small sacrifice My money bag heavy, got me packin' light You movin' funny, can you fill my appetite? Niggas' conversations, a lot of it false He own condos right over Carnegie Hall Speak about your cars, but all of 'em parked Your niggas' money light, come out of the dark You really are my type, that's not a facade One of the reasons why I write, we got a synopsis I'm always at the top of barbershop gossip After further thought, better not knock 'em Allocate some dollars to go out shoppin' Bitch, we on the real, it's time to stop talkin' (Stop talkin', stop talkin') [Chorus: Drake] Ayy, woah You made me this way, yeah Before I'm gone outta this place, yeah Put some flowers in my vase, won't you? Let me know that I did okay, yeah Don't wait 'til some other day, no, no They love to wait 'til it's too late, too late (Ayy)
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