Singer: DrakeComposer: DrakeYeah, ayy, ayyIf I gotta land, I’ma stick itBaby, let it go and you gon’ miss itWrote this with a Cartier pen, do I sound different? Yeah, yeahOverseas and back, I was round-trippin’I’ve been, uh, I’ve been, what?I’ve been pop, whippin’, wrist is on another rhythmI was not kiddin’, don’t know why they playin’ with himI was not finna let them get no top billin’Man, they really tried to take this shit and run with itAnd I bought my dawg a Rollie ’cause he rolled with it, yeahAnd I bought that girl a shovel ’cause she gold-diggin’, yeahIf he talkin’ out his head, then it’s off with it, yeahBoardin’ Air Drake, then we takin’ off in it, yeahAnd if I gotta land, I’ma stick it, ayy, yeahBaby, let it go and you gon’ miss itWrote this with a Cartier pen, do I sound different?Yeah, you always said I changed, I’m just now switchin’Ayy, ayy, what?Ayy, ayy, I done dosed off
I done got a different number ’cause I’m closed offUsed to hit the bitch and now she wanna… huhNow she wanna call me like she doesn’t know that phone’s off, uh, what?I just met her friend and now her clothes off, yeahDrop around whoever, bet it goes off, yeahPatek doin’ backflips, showin’ offYeah, and if I gotta land, I’ma stick itBaby, let it go and you gon’ miss itWrote this with a Cartier pen, do I sound different? Yeah, yeahOverseas and back, I was round-trippin’I’ve been, uh, I’ve been, what?I’ve been pop, whippin,’ wrist is on another rhythmHe been block-switchin’, don’t know how you ride with himGotta supermodel, wanna be a down missusAll my niggas, they be on them out-of-town missionsWasn’t hearin’ me before, okay, but now listenPushin’ five Cadillacs like a politicianI be in and out arenas like I’m Scottie PippenYeah, pop, whippin’, wrist is goin’ thirty with it, ooh, yeahPut the beat in front of me, I’m dirtyin’ it, yeah, what?Do this shit for real, you niggas dabble in it, yeahSay you need a minute, I don’t have a minute, yeahAnd if I gotta land, I’ma—Stick that motherfucker at the Clearport and park that
