Nice For What - Drake

I wanna know who mothafuckin’ representin’ in here tonight

Hold on, hold on

I keep lettin’ you back in

How can I explain myself?

Care for me, care for me

You said you’d care for me

There for me, there for me (Louisiana shit)

Said you’d be there for me

Cry for me, cry for me (Murda on the beat)

You said you’d die for me

Give to me, give to me

Why won’t you live for me?

Care for me, care for me

I know you care for me (A song for y’all to cut up to, you know?)

There for me, there for me

Said you’d be there for me (Yeah)

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?

Everybody get your mothafuckin’ 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 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, but it’s alright

It’s a short life, yeah

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?

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 gotta 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 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 hit them mothafuckin’ 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, yuh

Ah, ha, these hoes

Your boy, I may

Watch the breakdown

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?!

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

That’s a real one, in your reflection

Without a follow, without a mention

You rarely pipin’ up on these niggas

You gotta be nice for what to these niggas

I understand

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

Give to me, give to me

Why won’t you live for me?

Cry for me, cry for me

You said you’d cry for me

Gotta hit the club like you hit them, hit them, hit them angles

It’s a short life, yeah

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?