"Nice For What" lyrics
(originally by Drake)
This is your man, Kid Travis, thank you for watching
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Everybody, you know how to get your roll on
I know shorty, and she doesn't want no slow song
I 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 for
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 (and you showin' off), but it's alright (but it's alright)
It's a short life, yeah
Care for me, care for me, I know you'd care for me
There for me, there for me, said you'd be there for me
Cry for me, cry for me, said you would die for me
Give to me, give to me, why won't you live for me?
That's a real one in your reflection
Without a follow, without a mention
You really pipin' up on these niggas
You gotta be nice for what to these niggas?
I understand, 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 8:00 a.m., finish 'round five
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 hittin' all of those 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
That's a real one in your reflection
Without a follow, without a mention
You really pipin' up on these niggas
You gotta be nice for what to these niggas?
I understand, 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
Whoa, bounce that shit like, whoa
This is not a fairy tale, I already know and I like it
Take you to the morning, get you on a welfare
Girl, that's just some child's play
Bounce that shit like, whoa
Bounce that shit like, whoa
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Everybody, you know how to get your roll on
I know shorty, and she doesn't want no slow song
I 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 for
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 (and you showin' off), but it's alright (but it's alright)
It's a short life, yeah
Care for me, care for me, I know you'd care for me
There for me, there for me, said you'd be there for me
Cry for me, cry for me, said you would die for me
Give to me, give to me, why won't you live for me?
That's a real one in your reflection
Without a follow, without a mention
You really pipin' up on these niggas
You gotta be nice for what to these niggas?
I understand, 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 8:00 a.m., finish 'round five
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 hittin' all of those 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
That's a real one in your reflection
Without a follow, without a mention
You really pipin' up on these niggas
You gotta be nice for what to these niggas?
I understand, 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
Whoa, bounce that shit like, whoa
This is not a fairy tale, I already know and I like it
Take you to the morning, get you on a welfare
Girl, that's just some child's play
Bounce that shit like, whoa
Bounce that shit like, whoa
Writer(s): Robert F. Diggs, Clifford Smith, Russell T. Jones, Dennis David Coles, Corey Woods, Lamont Hawkins, Marilyn Bergman, Alan Bergman, Marvin Hamlisch, Jason S. Hunter, Lauryn N. Hill, Aubrey Drake Graham, Byron O. Thomas, Bryan Williams, Noah James Shebib, Gary E. Grice, Orville Erwin Hall, Phillip Glen Price, Shane Lee Lindstrom, Jerome Cosey, Adam J Pigott, Glenishe Rowe
