Aston Martin Music

[Intro: Rick Ross]

Oh

Let's pull the two-seater out, baby

It's wherever you wanna go

J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League

[Chorus: Chrisette Michele]

Riding to the music, this is how we do it (all night), all night

Breezing down the freeway just me and my baby, in our ride

Just me and my boss, no worries at all

Listening to the Aston Martin Music, Music

[Post-Chorus: Drake]

Would've came back for you

I just needed time to do what I had to do

Caught in the life, I can't let it go

Whether that's right, I will never know

Uh, but here goes nothing

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]

When I'm alone in my room, sometime I stare at the wall

Automatic weapons on the floor, but who can you call?

My down bitch, one who live by the code

Put this music shit aside, get it in on the road

A lot of quiet time, pink bottles of rose

Exotic red bottoms, whole body glittered in gold

Following fundamentals and following in the rental

I love a nasty girl who swallow what's on the menu

That money triple up when ya get it out of state

I need a new safe 'cause I'm running out of space

Elroy Jetson: I'm somewhere out in space

In my two-seater, she's the one that I would take, wee

[Chorus: Chrisette Michele]

Riding to the music, this is how we do it (all night), all night

Breezing down the freeway just me and my baby, in our ride

Just me and my boss, no worries at all

Listening to the, Aston Martin Music, Music

[Post-Chorus: Drake]

Would've came back for you

I just needed time to do what I had to do

Caught in the life, I can't let it go

Whether that's right, I will never know

Uh, but here goes nothing

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]

Pull up on the block in a drop-top chicken box

Mr. KFC, VVS's in the watch

Living fast where it's all about that money bag

Never front, you take it there, it ain't no coming back

Top down, right here is where she wanna be

As my goals unfold right in front of me

Every time we fuck, her soul take a hold of me

Addicted like Pookie, that pussy be controlling me

That thing keep calling

Fuck maintain, boy: I gotta keep ballin

Pink bottles keep coming

James Bond coupe, pop clutch, 100

[Chorus: Chrisette Michele]

Riding to the music, this is how we do it (all night), all night

Breezing down the freeway just me and my baby, in our ride

Just me and my boss, no worries at all

Listening to the Aston Martin Music, Music

[Interlude: Drake]

Would've came back for you

I just needed time to do what I had to do

Caught in the life, I can't let it go

Whether that's right, I will never know

Hoping you will forgive me, never meant wrong

Tried to be patient, waited too long

But I would've came back, but I would've came back

Would've came back, would've came back

Would've came

[Verse 3: Drake]

I talk slicker than a pimp from Augusta

Who just had his linen suit dry-cleaned, bitches, what’s up witcha?

I hate callin' the women bitches, but the bitches love it

I took some sense and made a nickel of it

I'm urgin' all daughters to kiss they mothers

With those lips that all that lipstick covers

You're never too grown up to miss and hug her

And girls countin' on me to be there like missin' rubbers

I'm on some Marvin Gaye shit, a bunch of distant lovers

This ain't the life that I'm used to

Reintroduced to people I've been introduced to

Did you forget me?

Or are you too scared to tell me that you met me

And fear that I won't remember

I wish you could still accept me for me

I miss Memphis, Tennessee, my cousins, my dad

The simplistic beauty that all of them Southerners have

I'm halfway across the world with dozens of bags

Feelin' like all four members of Color Me Badd

In one nigga, amazing shit

I got that Courtney Love for you, that crazy shit

I don't drink every bottle I own, I be agin' shit

And I got them wedding ring flows, that engagin' shit

Which one of y'all got fleets on your keychains?

The seats for these Heat games?

I really think you stare at yourself and you see things

La Familia, I've been inducted and instructed

To stunt on these niggas we don't really fuck with

Fuck is up?

Havin' lunch and debatin' Ferrari prices

Twenty-three and goin' through a midlife crisis

But trust me, I still deliver like a midwife

And no, I'm not sayin' I'm the nicest, I just live life like it

Uh, it take a certain type of man to teach

To be far from hood, but to understand the streets

I never threw away that paper with my Grammy speech

Because I haven't hit the pinnacles I plan to reach

Yeah, you gotta own it if you want it

Kisses all on her body, she tells me live in the moment

And, baby, I'll never forget none of that

Girl, I told you I was coming back

[Outro: Chrisette Michele]

Aston Martin Music, Music

Aston Martin Music, Music