[Verse 1: The Weeknd]
Take your nose off my keyboard
What you bothering me for?
There's a room full of niggas
What you following me for?
This ain't no [bad word] sing-along
So, girl, what you singing for?
It's cause we blowing like a C4
Got my whole crew blowing like a C4
20, keep the bar rolling
Fake ID's in the trash, we going
Straight to the top, rooftop glows
With a hand full of girls and they all so foreign
Brain so poisoned, rainbows flowing
Light-skinned chick, first flight from Poland
whole lotta friends, first flight from Poland
whole lotta [bad word] straight from Poland, why? Cause

[Hook]
They loving the crew

[Verse 2: Drake]
Smoking weed under star projectors
I guess we'll never know what Harvard gets us
But seeing my family have it all
Took the place of that desire for diplomas on the wall
And really, I think I like who I'm [bad word] There's times where I might do it just to do it like it's nothing
There's times when I might blow like 50k on a vacation
For all my soldiers just to see the looks on all they faces
All it took was patience
I got a lotta friends [bad word] up off the strip for me
The same ones [bad word] up off the hip for me
The realest niggas say your lyrics do [bad word] for me
I told my story, and made history
Tell them I'mma need reservations for 20
I've never really been one for the preservation of money, nah
Much rather spend it all while I'm breathing
That OVO and that XO is everything you believe in, I know

[Hook]

[Outro]
Cause we blowing like a C4
Got my whole crew blowing like a C4
(If you broadcast swag, [bad word]  we the news in your city)