Lyrics Drake – 10 Bands

Hook:
10 Bands, 50 bands, 100 bands, fuck it man
Let’s just not even discuss it, man, O-M-G
Niggas sleep, I ain’t trippin’ I’ma let em sleep

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 these story I don’t even open up the package
Who you with? What you claim?
I was paying mamma’s rent when I was turning 17
Sold it dirty like Diana never clean
My ex ask me, «Where you moving?» I said, «On to better things.»

Hook

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 going
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

I 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
Treating diamonds of Atlanta like it’s king of diamonds
Take a flick I look like Meechy look like Bleu DaVinci

Hook

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 going
In the six cooking with the wri-wri-wri-wri