Drake – The Language Lyrics

The Language

Drake

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"The Language." - Drake

Saturday, 24 October 2026, 06:48 am

Album: Nothing Was The Same (Deluxe)

Track No: 10

Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah
Look-look
I don't know why they been lyin', but your shit is not that inspirin'
Bank account statement just look like I'm ready for early retirement
Fuck any **** that's talkin' that shit just to get a reaction
Fuck goin' platinum, I looked at my wrist and it's already platinum
I am the kid with the motormouth, I am the one you should worry 'bout
I don't know who you're referrin' to, who is this **** you heard about?
Someone just talkin' that bullshit, man
Someone just gave you the runaround
**** downplayin' the money
But that's what you do when the money down
I don't waste time puttin' money down
I just go straight to who got it and buy it in cash
Pussy so good that you gotta come see me on tour
And you gotta fly in first class
This has been years in the makin', it's all for the city
They know I come right every summer
Cash Money Records forever, I'm always big timin'
Bitch, I came up right under Stunna, you know it
Jealousy in the air tonight, I could tell
I will never understand that, but, oh, well
Been ready, it's real, I don't know about you
She just wanna smoke and fuck, I said, "Girl, that's all that we do"
Okay, now you're talkin' my language, now you're talkin' my language
Now you're talkin' my language, now you're talkin' my language
Been ready, it's real, I don't know about you
She just wanna smoke and fuck, I said, "Girl, that's all that we do"
I'm 'bout to roll one and light it, and fuck it, man, no one's invited
I gotta kill off the weak shit that's got all you **** excited
I can't even listen, you wilin', I'd much rather sit here in silence
I send all my money to banks in the islands and eat with Italians, I do
People are funny, you don't even know
'Bout this shit that I been through
I just want some head and a comfortable bed, it could all be so simple
Talkin' that shit with your back to me
Just know it always get back to me
Come get your girl, she been here for three days
And she way too attached to me
Hate when they get too attached to me
I gotta get on the bus and get back on the road
Get what I can out the country
And then I just get on the jet and go back to the cold
Can't even drive with the top up
Been workin' so hard on the album, I missed the whole summer
I just might bring in some girls from Miami
To heat up the city, and that's word to Stunna, you know it
Jealousy in the air tonight, I could tell
I will never understand that, but, oh, well
Been ready, it's real, I don't know about you
She just wanna smoke and fuck, I said, "Girl, that's all that we do"
Okay, now you're talkin' my language, now you're talkin' my language
Now you're talkin' my language, now you're talkin' my language
Been ready, it's real, I don't know about you
She just wanna smoke and fuck, I said, "Girl, that's all that we do"
Famous and dangerous, you understand me?
Showtime, headlines, big time, sunshine, tote 9's
Bust mines, flatline, hard grind
High life, stay fly, it's jet time
Stunt, ****
Every time you see a ****, stunt, ****
Every time you see a ****, stunt, ****
Swag on head to feet, ****, stunt, ****
I just might bring in some girls from Miami
To heat up the city, and that's word to Stunna, you know it

Writer(s): Aubrey Drake Graham, Anthony Palman, Matthew Jehu Samuels, Allen Ritter, A. Hernandez & B. Williams.

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