Drake – Dust Lyrics

Dust

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"Dust." - Drake

Saturday, 17 October 2026, 11:18 pm

Album: ICEMAN

Track No: 02

Mad
Sum eediat bwoy dere
You should go ahead and pop some corn and grab a stool
Your boy's about to break some news
All the numbers are final
No t-shirts, no vinyl
Y'all 'bout to make me richie like Lionel, for real
And that's the truth
Sixteen hours ahead in Melbourne
I don't even know what's goin' on back home, straight
Ayy
Girls from Atlanta call me Santa
Girls from Australia, what can I tell ya?
You know I love you so much
I just gotta handle something bigger than us
Triple S was really to show you my love
And make sure you're good till the next time we meet up
But now I gotta send it up
Yeah
They was like
Go blow the dust off your plaques
Go blow the dust off your plaques
What was the year that they say you had slaps?
'Cause I don't remember it goin' like that
I don't remember one word in your raps
I don't know nothin' 'bout you on them tracks
Let's go
Yeah
I am, I am, I am
An FTX penthouse high-riser
Yeah
Samuel Bankman, free all my guys up
Yeah
I'm in a sold-out show with your girl on a riser
I'm with the mob at Graycliff
Twenty cigars and they fuckin' my eyes up
I am not better or wiser
Future the Prince is my trusted advisor
If it's up to me, I get everyone hit
I get everyone lined up
If it's up to me, I been clockin' you, pussy
Man, everyone time's up
If it's up to me
If it's up to me, ayy
If it's up to me, then you all on a list
Man, everyone signed up
If it's up to me
It's already made, I ain't makin' my mind up
If it wasn't for me reachin' my hand, you'd never have climbed up
Go blow the dust off your plaques
What?
Go blow the dust off your plaques
What?
Go blow the dust off your plaques
What was the year that they say you had slaps?
'Cause I don't remember it goin' like that
I don't remember nothin' 'bout them raps
I don't remember nothin' bein' facts
Let's go
Ayy
I am, I am, I am
A BTC crypto big-timer
I'm a corporate-America hit survivor
Got a real big heart, I'm a fucked-up guy though
Those ain't my haters, those are my secret admirers
New Year's Eve, police escort 'cause I can't miss the fireworks
I heard your brother got flipped
Did it sloppy
So that wasn't our work
Definitely gon' know if it's us if we got him
Just wait till it's our turn (Ayy)
Go blow the dust off your plaques
Go blow the dust off your plaques
What was the year that they say you had slaps?
'Cause I don't remember it goin' like that
I don't remember one word in your raps
I don't know nothin' 'bout you on them tracks
Let's go
Yeah
I am, I am, I am

Writer(s): Aubrey Drake Graham.

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