[DMX:]
What these bitches want from a nigga?
[Verse 1: Drake]
On some DMX shit,
I group DM my exes,
I tell 'em they belong to me, that goes on for forever,
And I think we just get closer when we not together.
You tell me that I'm confusin',
More immature than Marques Houston,
Cuts too deep for a band-aid solution,
We too deep in this thing to never lose me,
LOLOL, I'm glad you find this shit amusin'.
Heard a lot about me 'fore we started off,
I know you heard that my pool parties like Mardi Gras,
I know you heard that my girl is sponsored by Audemars,
That's why she's always correctin' me when my time is off,
And my house is the definition
Of alcohol and weed addiction,
You got a different vision,
You wanna walk around naked in the kitchen
Without runnin' into one of my niggas,
That's not the way we livin'.
Too much goin' on, it's just not realistic,
These days I don't talk 'bout them days like I miss 'em,
And you shouldn't miss 'em either, we different people,
But every time we speakin'…
[Chorus – ×2: Drake]
It's like a lot of games bein' played,
How's it goin' down?
If it's on 'til we gone, then I gots to know now,
Is you wit' me or what?
Yeah!
[Verse 2: Drake]
I wanna know how much time you spent on them paragraphs
Where you're gettin' me?
All that grey in our conversation history, you
Playin' mind games when you sayin' things,
Playin' mime games, we both doin' the same thing.
Slide on a late night,
You like to slide on a late night,
You send the «Are you here?» text without an invite,
That's that shit that I don't like.
We both slide on a late night,
Do things in our off time,
We both, yeah!
Made some mistakes pon road,
Yeah, how's that for real?
You toyin' with it like Happy Meal.
3 dots, you thinkin' of a reaction still,
While you're typin', make sure you tell me…
[Chorus – ×2: Drake]
It's like a lot of games bein' played,
How's it goin' down?
If it's on 'til we gone, then I gots to know now,
Is you wit' me or what?
Yeah!
[Verse 3: Drake]
Remember you was livin' at The London for a month,
Service elevator up to 4201,
We was still a secret, couldn't come in through the front,
Girl, I had your back when all you used to do was front.
That's for sure, though, I made a career of reminiscin',
Time got a funny way of tickin', things are so much different,
I'll admit it, I've admitted to a lot of things,
Act like you know it, fuck them stories, fuck the shade they throwin'!
Understand I got responsibilities to people that I need,
And on my way to make this dough,
A lot of niggas cut the cheque so they can take this flow,
A lot of niggas cut the cheque so they can take this flow.
Tryna give your ass the world,
You runnin' your fingers through my curls,
You knew me when the kid had waves,
But that's enough of that.
You could never say I came up and forgot about your ass,
And that's some real shit.