Artist: Drake Album: Scorpion Song: Nice for What Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro: Big Freedia] + {Lauryn Hill sample} I wanna know who motherfuckin representin in here tonight Hold on, hold on {"I keep lettin you back in - you back in"} {"How can I, explain myself?"} [Chorus One: sample of Lauryn Hill] "Care for me, care for me, you said you'd care for me" "There for me, there for me, said you'd be there for me" "Cry for me, cry for me, you said you'd die for me" "Give to me, give to me, why won't you live for me?" [Drake over Chorus] Louisiana shit Murda on the beat [Chorus Two: sample of Lauryn Hill] "Care for me, care for me, I know you care for me" "There for me, there for me, said you'd be there for me" "Cry for me, cry for me, you said you'd die for me" "Give to me, give to me, why won't you live for me?" [Drake over Chorus] A song for y'all to cut up to, you know? Yeah [Drake] E'rybody get your motherfuckin roll on I know shorty and she doesn't want no slow song Had a man last year, life goes on Haven't let that thing loose, girl, in so long You've been inside, know you like to lay low I've been peepin what you bringin to the table Workin hard girl, everything paid fo' First-last, phone bill, car note, cable With your phone out, gotta hit them angles With your phone out, snappin like you Fabo And you showin off, but it's alright And you showin off, but it's alright (alright!) It's a short life, yeah [Chorus One] [Interlude: Drake] That's a real one, in your reflection Without a follow, without a mention You really, pipin up on these niggaz You gotta be, nice for what to these niggaz? I understand [Drake] You got a hunnid bands You got a baby Benz, you got some bad friends High school pics, you was even bad then You ain't stressin off no lover in the past tense, you already had them Work at 8 AM, finish 'round 5 Hoes talk down, you don't see 'em outside Yeah, they don't really be the same offline You know dark days, you know hard times Doin overtime, for the last month Saturday, call the girls, get 'em gassed up Gotta hit the club, gotta make that ass jump Gotta hit the club like you hit them motherfuckin angles With your phone out, snappin like you Fabo And you showin off, but it's alright And you showin off, but it's alright It's a short life [Break: Big Freedia] Uh-huh! (Oh yeah!) These hoes! (They mad!) Your boy! (I had!) I may! (Watch the breakdown) [Chorus One] [Drake] Gotta make that jump, gotta make that, gotta-gotta make that Gotta make that jump, gotta make that, gotta-gotta make that Gotta-gotta-gotta g-g-gotta g-g-gotta gotta Gotta g-g-gotta gotta, gotta make that jump, jump (let's go) {"Bend it over, lift it up, bend it over, lift it up"} Make that jump, jump {"Bend it over, lift it up, bend it over, lift it up"} Make that jump, jump {"Bend it over-over-over-over-over, lift it up"} Make that jump, jump {"Bend it over, lift it up"} Make that jump, jump {"Bend it over, lift it up"} Make that jump, jump [Interlude] [Chorus One] [Chorus Two] [Outro: Drake] Gotta hit the club like you hit them, hit them, hit them angles It's a short life