Drake – Nonstop Lyrics

Nonstop

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"Nonstop." - Drake

Thursday, 22 October 2026, 11:07 pm

Album: Scorpion

Track No: 02

Tay Keith, fuck these **** up
Look, I just flipped a switch (Flip, flip)
I don't know nobody else that's doing this
Bodies start to drop, aye (Hit the floor)
Now they wanna know me since I hit the top
Aye, this a Rollie, not a stopwatch
Shit don't ever stop
This the flow that got the block hot
Shit got super hot
Aye, gimme my respect, gimme my respect
I just took it left like I'm ambidex'
Bitch, I move through London with the Eurostep
Got a sneaker deal and I ain't break a sweat
Catch me 'cause I'm gone, outta there, I'm gone
How I go from 6 to 23 like I'm LeBron?
Serving up a pack, aye, serving up a pack
**** pulling gimmicks 'cause they scared to rap
Aye, funny how they shook, aye, got them **** shook
Pulling back the curtain by myself, take a look
Aye, I'm a bar spitter, I'm a hard hitter
Yeah, I'm light-skinned but I'm still a dark ****
I'm a wig splitter, I'm a tall figure
I'm a unforgiven, wild-ass dog ****
Something wrong with 'em, got 'em all bitter
I'm a bill printer, I'm a gravedigger
Yeah, I am what I am
I don't have no time for no misunderstandings again
This a Rollie, not a stopwatch
Shit don't ever stop
Future took the business and ran it for me
I let Ollie take the owl, told him, "Brand it for me"
I get 2 million a pop and that's standard for me
Like I went blind, dog, you gotta hand it to me
Gotta gimme that shit, dog
Prayed, then I prayed again (Amen, Lord)
Had a moment but it came and went (They don't love you no more)
You don't wanna play with him (Nah, nah, nah)
They'll be mourning you like 8:00 AM (R.I.P)
Pinky ring, till I get a wedding ring (Whoa, yeah)
Love my brothers, cut 'em in on anything (Big slice)
And you know it's King Slime Drizzy, damn (Whoa, yeah)
She just said I'm bae, I hit the Thizzle Dance (Mac Dre shit)
Either hand is the upper hand (Whoa, yeah, shit)
Got a bubba on my other hand (Whoa, yeah, shit, yeah)
This shit ain't no hunnid bands (Nah, nah, nah, nah)
Palace look like Buckingham
Bills so big I call 'em Williams, for real
Reasons to go crazy? Got a trillion, for real
They been trying me but I'm resilient, for real
I can't go in public like civilian, for real
And I hardly take offense
Money for revenge, man, that's hardly an expense
Al Haymon checks off of all of my events
I like all the profit, man, I hardly do percents (I don't do that shit)
A big part of me resents
**** that I knew from when I started in this shit
They see what I got, and man, it's hard to be content
Fuck what they got going on, I gotta represent, aye
This a Rollie, not a stopwatch
Shit don't ever stop
This the flow that got the block hot
Shit got super hot

Writer(s): Aubrey Drake Graham, Brytavious Lakeith Chambers & D. Wilson.

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