[Verse 1: Drake]
Check (Nottz, Nottz, Nottz...)
They ask me about this rapper chick I might know
I say "I never hit it, but we sure to try and write though"
My verses smother beats and they are in need of some lipo
As for rappers, she is not my type, she's like a typo
Flow is universal, take a blood test, I'm type-O
Nottz, do me a favor – turn the volume up, it's quite low
I write so I might blow, my chain emits a white glow
See, life is a scrimmage and I am runnin' the ISO
What is about to unfold, no tellin' like a dice throw
Meet a lot of chicks, so your girl is someone I might know
It's only if she nice though, I ain't about the wife though
And let no Uncle Ben's rice throw, that is just how my life go
And move faster than a leopard sprint
Around the world, got a lot of spots like leopard print
I used to think you play too much
But I'd rather go deaf than lose touch
Holla at me, baby
[Chorus: Drake]
Look, been a minute, I know my number outta service
'Cause sometimes I don't really wanna be reached
Damn, how things change in a year
Tell me how everything goin',
I know someone told me you wanted to teach
Let me give you my (New shit)
Let me give you my (New shit)
Let me give you my (New shit)
Let me give you my (New shit)
Let me give you my (New shit)
Let me give you my (New shit)
Let me give you my (New shit)
Call me anytime, I bet you I'll be around
[Verse 2: Von Pea]
It's been a couple weeks, out travelin', and this broad
Had seen a couple freaks out battlin' for discharge
It's odd – I try to tell her I ain't seen a flyer one
Denying some, I have desired some, but that time is done
Now I am gon'– give it to you straight out of the bottle, no chaser
I embraced, wanna lay, she was a model
Shorty jumped out of the closet – even though I made literal,
Her girl made it figurative, or maybe that's what liquor do
Baby, that's the physical
Maybe if we'd spend a few days all alone on our throne I can get to you
I know you feelin' hittin' on the road is the typical
But I be in the telly, on your MySpace, clickin' through
Your pictures, this bruh talk a good game
But a fella couldn't Roc, I wanna Dash to my Dame – and I'm sayin',
I know that I be playin' too much
But I'd rather go deaf than lose touch – holla at me
[Chorus: Drake]
Look, been a minute, I know my number outta service
'Cause sometimes I don't really wanna be reached
Damn, how things change in a year
Tell me how everything goin',
I know someone told me you wanted to teach
Let me give you my (New shit)
Let me give you my (New shit)
Let me give you my (New shit)
Let me give you my (New shit)
Let me give you my (New shit)
Let me give you my (New shit)
Let me give you my (New shit)
Call me anytime, I bet you I'll be around
[Verse 3: Phonte]
Round, round, round, round, round – ayo
The same chick from "Don't you have a man?" – well,
It all blowed over, like Manuel – Noriega
She said she went an' married a player
And she's the Tamia to his Grant Hill
Man, chill –
I thought you was my damn seal
In distress, rescue you from the landfill
She said, "That ain't enough protection,
I need 'Affection' like Lisa Stansfield"
I guess I can't be mad at this thing that you got
I'll lace you up, but I ain't tryin' to tie the knot, so, uh –
From me, you won't hear no more questions
And please understand that you got my blessings
I hope that your new love opens doors
And is everything that you hopin' for
But you can't get my new shit, girl – you spoken for (C'mon, now...)
[Chorus: Drake]
Look, been a minute, I know my number outta service
'Cause sometimes I don't really wanna be reached
Damn, how things change in a year
Tell me how everything goin',
I know someone told me you wanted to teach
Let me give you my (New shit)
Let me give you my (New shit)
Let me give you my (New shit)
Let me give you my (New shit)
Let me give you my (New shit)
Let me give you my (New shit)
Let me give you my (New shit)
Call me anytime, I bet you I'll be around
[Verse 4: Drake]
Sophisticated, but 'College Hill' is still something you still TiVo
Then you switch the vibe and listen to Il Divo
Or maybe D.M.P., A Tribe Called Quest –
But when you call too much, then I call less
You would always complain about my small texts
But what you call conversation, I call stress
And that put a barrier between both of our carriers
And I would be like, "I ain't gettin' service in your area"
You be like "N***a, get your bars up"
I just string you along, like I was tuning guitars up
I know that I was wrong – I think that this is fate
You took out those extensions and lost you a little weight
Your booty lookin' bigger, and I think that shit is great
A fresh start is in order, let me take you on a date
Take you on a date – I used to think that you used to play too much
But I'd rather go deaf than lose touch – holla at me, baby! (Look...)
[Chorus: Drake]
Look, been a minute, I know my number outta service
'Cause sometimes I don't really wanna be reached
Damn, how things change in a year
Tell me how everything goin',
I know someone told me you wanted to teach
Let me give you my (New shit)
Let me give you my (New shit)
Let me give you my (New shit)
Let me give you my (New shit)
Let me give you my (New shit)
Let me give you my (New shit)
Let me give you my (New shit)
Call me anytime, I bet you I'll be around – 'round, 'round...
