Letra da Música 10 Bands de Drake

[Hook]
10 Bands, 50 bands, 100 bands, fuck it, man
Let's just not even discuss it, man
Omg, niggas sleep, I ain't trippin'
I'mma let 'em sleep
I ain't trippin', let 'em rest in peace

[Verse 1]
I can tell ya how it happened
I can tell ya 'bout them safe house nights
out in Calabasas
I can tell you not a rapper
Tryna sell this story, I don't even
open up the package
Who you with? What you claim?
I was payin' mama's rent when
was I turning 17
Soda dirty like Diana never clean
My ex asked me, "Where you movin'? "
I said, "On to better things"

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
I been in the crib with the phones off
I been at the house taking no calls
I done hit the stride got
my shit goin'
In the six cooking with the wrist motion
Drapes closed, I don't know what time it is
I'm still awake, I gotta shine this year
I could never ever let the streets down
Haven't left the condo for a week now

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
I've been on a mission, haven't left the condo
This that Ovo, that Szn, this that new Toronto
I get boxes of free Jordan like I play
for North Carolina
How much I make off the deal
how the fuck should I know?
All my watches always timeless
you can keep the diamonds
Treatin' Diamonds of Atlanta like it's King of Diamonds
Take a flick, I look like Meechy, look like Bleu Davinci
I treat V Live like it's 07 in Magic City
Man, I told my city I'd be gone till
November then November came
Then I came, right back on my worst behav'
6 God, put both hands together
that's amazin' grace
6 God, selfish with the love
I need all the praise (woo)
They got me feelin' like the one again (woo)
They got me feelin' like the one again
Yeah, shout goes out to Nike, checks all over me
I need a Fuelband just to see how
long the run has been

[Hook]

[Outro]
I been in the crib with the phones off
I been at the house takin' no calls
I done hit the stride, got my shit going
In the 6 cookin' with the wri-wri-wri-wri