We all got dreams and we all star reaching

I be yellin out money over everything, money on my mind then she wanna ask when it got so empty. Tell her I apologize, happened over time. They say they miss the old Drake, girl don't tempt me

Open books, not legs. Blow minds, not guys

She spilled whiskey on her shirt, she gon have to get it cleaned. She been going way to hard, someone has to intervene.

Moment I stop havin fun wit it, I'll be done wit it.

You know it's real when you are who you think you are

She doesn't ever worry, if she wants it she'll get it on her own