I'm tryna do it all tonight, I got plans
I got a certain lust for life, and as it stands
Everything is goin' as right as it can
They tryna shoot down my flight, before it lands

Before it lands, but you could miss me with all that
Diss me, then crawl back
I really wish y'all would fall back
But gettin' rich supposed to solve that
And these days women make offers
And who the hell am I to say no, no, no?
My ex send late night texts
'Cause she don't know how to let go, go, go
Uh, she in love
And as for them pretty light-skinned models
Standin' in the cold, ah, yeah, they with us
Let them girls in for a drink and I'm all in they ear
Sayin' she should be the one I see every time that I'm here
But when am I really even here?

Black Suburban with the tint on it
Fresher than a pillow with a mint on it
The game got these old handprints on it
But I'ma be the one to pour cement on it
Uh, and start over
And show up in a Margiela tux, I don't really give a fuck
And we only gettin' older
So what I tend to do is to think of today as the past
It's funny when you comin' in first, but you hope that you last
You just hope that it last

Throw your ones up in the air
Throw your ones up in the air for her, oh-oh
Throw your ones up in the air
Throw your ones up

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Writer(s): Aubrey Drake Graham, Noah Shebib