[Rick Ross:]
Unh!
Pull the 2-seater out baby… it’s wherever you wanna go…

[Hook: Chrisette Michelle]
We bobbin to the music this is how we do it, all night
Breezin down the freeway just me and my baby, in our ride
Just me and my boss no worries at all
Listenin to music

Aston Martin Music, Music

[Drake:]
Woulda came back for you, I just needed time
To do what I had to do, caught in the life
I can’t let it go, whether that’s right
I will never know… But here goes nothin

[Verse: Rick Ross]
When I’m alone in my room, sometimes I stare at the wall
Automatic weapons on the floor but who can you call
My down bitch, the one who live by the code
Put this music shit aside and get it in on the road
Lot of quiet time, pink bottle of Rose
Exotic red bottoms, soul body glittered in gold
I’m followin’ fundamentals, I’m followin’ in on rental
I love a nasty girl who swallow what’s on the menu
Her money triple up when you get it outta state (WHOOO!)
Need an new safe cause I’m runnin out of space (WHOOO!)
Elroy Jetson, I’m somewhere out of space (WHOOO!)
In my 2-seater, she the one that I will take

[Hook: Chrisette Michelle]

[Bridge: Drake]
Woulda came back for you, I just needed time
To do what I had to do, caught in the life
I can’t let it go, whether that’s right
I will never know…
Hope you forgive me, never make wrong
I tried to be patient, but waited too long
But I woulda came back
But I woulda came back for you
But I woulda came back
But I woulda came for you

[Verse: Drake]
I talk slicker than a pimp from augusta
Who just had his linen suit dry cleaned, bitches what’s up with ya?
I hate callin the women “Bitches” but the bitches love it
I took some cents and made a nickel of it
I urge you all daughters to kiss their mothers
With all those lips that the lipstick covers
You never too grown up to kiss and hug her
And girls is countin on me to be there like missin rubbers
I’m on some Marvin Gaye shit, a bunch of Distant Lovers
This ain’t the life that I’m used to
Re-introduced to people I been introduced to
Did you forget me?
Or are you too scared to tell me that you met me
In fear that I won’t remember I wish that you except me for me
I miss Memphis, Tennesee, my cousin my dad
The simplistic beauty that all of them southeners have
I’m halfway across the word with dozens of bags
Feelin like all four members of Color Me Badd
And one nigga, amazin shit
I got that Courtney Love for ya, that crazy shit
I don’t drink every bottle I own, I be aging shit
And I got wedding ring flows that engaging shit
Which one of y’all got fleets on ya key chain
Seats for these Heat games
I really think you stare at yourself when you see things
La Familia, I been inducted and instructed to stunt on these niggaz we don’t really
Fuck with, fuck is up
Having lunch and debatin’ Ferrari prices
23 and goin thru a mid-life crisis
But trust me I still deliver like a mid-wife
And no I’m not saying I’m the nicest
I just live life like it
Unh.
It take a certain type of man to teach
To be far from hood but the understand the streets
I never threw away that paper with my Grammy Speech
Because I havent hit the pennicles I plan to reach
Yeah.
You gotta own it if you want it
Kisses all on her body, she tells me “Livin the moment”
And baby, I never forget none of that
Girl I told you I was coming back (Ahh!)

[Bridge: Drake]
Woulda came back for you, I just needed time
To do what I had to do, caught in the life
I can’t let it go, whether that’s right
I will never know…
Hope you forgive me, never make wrong
I tried to be patient, but waited too long
But I woulda came back
But I woulda came back for you
But I woulda came back
But I woulda came for you

[Chrisette Michelle:]
Aston Martin Music, Music

In our life
[x3]

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