[Intro: Rick Ross]
Let's pull the 2-seater out baby
 It's where ever you wanna go!

 [Hook - Chrisette Michele]
Riding to the music, this is how we do it all night, all night
Breezing down the freeway just me and my baby, in our ride
Just me and my boss, no worries at all
 Listening to the Aston Martin Music

[Drake]
Would've came back for you
I just needed time to do what I had to do
Caught in the life I can't it let it go
Whether that's right I will never know
But here goes nothing

 [Verse 1: Rick Ross]
When I'm alone in my room sometime I stare at the wall
Automatic weapons on the floor, but who can you call?
My down [bad word] one that live by the code
Put this music [bad word] aside get it in on the road
lot of quiet time pink bottles of rose
Exotic red bottoms whole body glittered in gold
Following fundamentals and following in the rental
I love a nasty girl that swallows what's on the menu
That money triple up when ya get it out of state
I need a new safe cause [bad word] out of space
Elroy Jetson: I'm somewhere out in space
In my 2-seater she's the one that I would take

 [Hook]

 [Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Pull up on the block in a drop-top chicken box
Mr. KFC, VVS's in the watch
Living fast where it's all about that money bag
Never front, you take it there, it ain't [bad word] back
Top down right here is where she wanna be
As my goals unfold right in front of me
Every time we [bad word] her soul take a hold of me
Addicted like Pookie that [bad word] be controlling me
 That thing keep calling [bad word] maintain boy: I gotta keep ballin!
Pink bottles [bad word] James Bond coupe pop clutch 100

 [Hook]

 [Interlude: Drake]
Would've 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
Hoping you will forgive me, never meant wrong
Tried to be patient, waited too long
But I would've came back, but I would've came back
 Would've came back, would've came back
 Would've came -

 [Verse 3: Drake]
I talk slicker than a pimp from Augusta
 Who just had his linen suit dry-cleaned, [bad word]  what’s up witcha?
I hate callin’ the women [bad word]  but the [bad word] love it
I took some sense and made a nickel of it
I’m urgin’ all daughters to kiss they mothers
 With those lips that all that lipstick covers
 You’re never too grown up to miss and hug her
And girls countin’ on me to be there like [bad word] I’m on some Marvin Gaye [bad word]  a bunch of distant lovers
This ain’t the life that I’m used to
Reintroduced to people I’ve been introduced to
Did you forget me?
 Or are you too scared to tell me that you met me
 And fear that I won’t remember
 I wish you could still accept me for me
I miss Memphis, Tennessee, my cousins, my dad
 The simplistic beauty that all of them Southerners have
I’m halfway across the world with dozens of bags
 Feelin’ like all four members of Color Me Badd
In one [bad word]  amazing [bad word] I got that Courtney Love for you, that crazy [bad word] I don’t drink every bottle I own, I be agin’ [bad word] And I got them wedding ring flows, that engagin’ [bad word] Which one of y’all got fleets on your keychains?
 The seats for these Heat games?
 I really think you stare at yourself and you see things
La Familia, I’ve been inducted and [bad word]  To stunt on these niggas we don’t really [bad word] wit [bad word] is up?
Havin’ lunch and debatin’ Ferrari prices
23 and goin’ through a midlife crisis
But [bad word] me, I still deliver like a midwife
And no, I’m not sayin’ I’m the nicest, I just live life like it
Uh, it take a certain type of man to teach
 To be far from hood, but to understand the streets
I never threw away that paper with my Grammy speech
 Because I haven’t hit the pinnacles I plan to reach
 Yeah, you gotta ow