Текст песни Off That, Drake, Jay Z

[Intro: Jay-Z & Timbaland]
Welcome (Welcome)
To the (to the) future, uhh!
(Blue-print, three, ay-ay, oh, hey-hey!)
Hey, count me in!
(Blue-print, three, ay-ay, oh, hey-hey!)
Find me a nice soft place to land.
(I got you Hov, ay-ay-ay!)
I'm so high,
(Yeah, hey, hey, hey, hey, c'mon!)
Find me a nice, soft place to land.
(Fricky-fricky, uhh, ahh, c'mon now, c'mon now!)
Yeah, right there, yeah!
(Fricky-fricky Hov.)

[Verse 1: Jay-Z]
I'm so tomorrow, the Audemar says yesterday
Which means you on time delay.
So even if I slow it dowwwwwn
My sound is fast forward. Hold up!
I'm just a runway show,
But I wear that so my plane, these my runway clothes.
Hehe, Cashmere sweats,
They come out next year but these my last year sweats.
And my ho's so sick,
Your new chick can't fuck with my old bitch.
And you know this shit,
I'm professional, they know this is.
I just may let you borrow this,
This the Blueprint, nigga, follow this.
This what what tomorrow is.
Welcome to tomorrow, biiiitch!

[Hook]
[Drake]
Whatever you about to discover, we off that.
You about to tell her you love her, we off that.
Always wanna fight in the club and we off that.
But you can't bring the future back, back.
Y'all are steady chasin the fame and we off that.
Oversized clothes and chains, we off that.
Niggas still making it rain and we off that.
'Cause you can't bring the future back, back.
Tell them haters get off me, the Cris', we off that.
Timb's, we off that. Rims, we off that.
[Jay-Z]
Yeah, we off that, is you still on that?
And we still makin money 'cause we still on that.

[Verse 2: Jay-Z]
This ain't black vs. white, my nigga, we off that.
Please tell Bill O'Reilly to fall back,
Tell Rush Limbaugh to get off my balls,
It's 2010, not 1864.
Uhh, yeah, we come so far.
So I drive around town, hard top and it's off,
Uhh, in my TriBeCa loft
With my high brow art, and my high yellow broad,
Uhh, and my dark-skinned sis',
In my best white Mate, say, "What's up?" to Chris.
Uhh, how's that for a mix?
Got a black president, got green presidents,
"Blueprint's" in my white iPod,
Black diamonds in my Jesus piece, my God.
Uhh, we ain't tripping off that,
This a Benetton ad, nigga been up off that, uhh.

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Jay-Z]
Uhh, uhh, uhh.
I don't give a fidduck abiddout the widdate
You used to move, what you used to do.
And I don't give a fidduck abiddout the bitches,
That you used to screw, what your future do?
And we don't really care what you used to say,
Unless that affects your future pay.
I'm on a practice field runnin Two-A-Days,
So I don't drop the ball when it's threw my way.
So I don't give a fidduck abiddout the shit,
That you probably did, who you probably is.
The only time I deal in past tense,
'Cause I'm past rims, and I'm past tints.
If you drivin it, I drove it,
You got it, 'cause I sold it,
You copped it, I bought it back,
And we don't give a fidduck, nigga, we off that.

[Hook]

[Outro: Timbaland]
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