Shut It Down (feat. The-Dream) - Drake

Mr. 305, I want everybody To get down 'cause we about to shut down Oh, can't tell me nothing now Baby, I know how to fly Oh, can't nothing hold me down I'm gonna touch the sky Can't nothing hold me down Can't nothing hold me down Can't nothing hold me down Now watch me, now watch me Now watch me shut this thang down Sube, sube, hasta la nube Pa'lante delante No mires pa'tras I hit the jackpot Chi-chi-chi-chi-chi-chi-ching Real chicos do real things On the road to the riches, get diamond rings Moved up from the streets Graduated hustla On his way to an entrepreneur Undefeated, done shooter Now baby, save me From the game before it plays me My life's a movie Call me Martin Scorsese I can care less if you love me or hate me Life's a bitch, now fuck, you pay me Sube, sube, hasta la nube Pa'lante delante No mires pa'tras Oh, can't tell me nothing now Baby, I know how to fly Oh, can't nothing hold me down I'm gonna touch the sky Lose my money, honey Now pay me what you own me Mom is a hurricane You should see the way she blow me I don't make it rain I speak that global warming This ain't no biggy, ready to that Number 5, there is no warning Now baby, save me From the game before it plays me My life's a movie Call me Martin Scorsese I can care less if you love me or hate me Life's a bitch, now fuck, you pay me Sube, sube, hasta la nube Pa'lante delante No mires pa'tras Oh, can't nothing hold me down I'm gonna touch the sky Oh, can't tell me nothing now Baby, I know how to fly Oh, can't nothing hold me down I'm gonna touch the sky Can't nothing, hold me down Can't nothing, hold me down Can't nothing, hold me down Now watch me, now watch me Now watch me shut this thang down It's my life, I'ma do what I do And if you don't like it, it's cool, fuck you

I know they ain't gon play this on top 40 radio But the white girls still gon' ride it like a rodeo And I'ma stay ridin' this beat like a rodeo And keep throwin' money til shorty gon' touch her toes I'ma keep it real with you baby you bad Kinda like Michael Jackson you bad If you was my girl and left me I be sad And for that let me see that ass I'm here to see that thing pop I'm here to see that thing rock I'm here to see you pick it up and let it drop She backin' it up on me, DJ you know you wrong Enough with the mothafuckin dance songs You gotta slow it down Down down down Down down down So she can take her time and work it on me babe You gotta slow it down Down down down Down down down Whisper in her ear while she on me babe You gotta slow it down down down, Down down down Just swing it left, swing it right You gotta slow it down Down down down Down down down Thats what she likes Now she rollin that and whippin' her hair Slow motion with it while everyone stares You can see her ass from the side of her like Back and forth, forth and back Show me what they do to that Always with ya baby Ill never sell out Them other niggas had to do a dance record All the label wouldn't put em out Ill never put a million records before you Just keep on doing that thing you do I'm here to see that thing pop I'm here to see that thing rock I'm here to see you pick it up and let it drop She backin' it up on me, DJ you know you wrong Enough with the mothafuckin dance songs You gotta slow it down Down down down Down down down So she can take her time and work it on me babe You gotta slow it down Down down down Down down down Whisper in her ear while she on me babe You gotta slow it down down down, Down down down Just swing it left, swing it right You gotta slow it down Down down down Down down down Thats what she likes Everybody know slow money way better than no money Except for those who don't know shit Don't know woman don't know money It starts out I'm so cool We hangin' out and I'm so funny All of a sudden I'm Winnie the Pooh All up in your honey Pants on her slim fit Lights in the room dim lit And I'm feelin' on your booty on some R Kelly and Lil Kim shit Pants on her slim fit Lights in the room dim lit And I'm feelin' on your booty on some R Kelly and Lil Kim shit You gotta slow it down Down down down Down down down So she can take her time and work it on me babe You gotta slow it down Down down down Down down down Whisper in her ear while she on me babe You gotta slow it down down down, Down down down Just swing it left, swing it right You gotta slow it down Down down down Down down down Thats what she likes I'ma keep it real with you baby you bad Kinda like Michael Jackson you bad If you was my girl and left me I be sad And for that let me see that ass

She likes to watch him out the window Goin' 'round in circles under the sun Somethin' 'bout a man on a tractor With his hat on backwards Lookin' forward to after he's done He keeps his eye on the back porch She walks out, kicks off her shoes Bare feet standin' in the short grass Sweet ice tea in a tall glass Judgin' by her smile, it's about time to Lotta work left to do, the sun's still out But any hay to make can wait for now Throttle back, drop the plow He wipes his face off with his t-shirt Climbs down and meets her by the gate Takes himself a long, cool sip Lays some sugar on her lips Thinkin' maybe he oughta just call it a day Lotta work left to do, the sun's still out Any hay to make can wait for now Take it on in the house Ooh, big, blue sky, half-plowed field Bird on a fender, tractor sittin' still Any hay to make can wait for now Take it on in the house Close the door, lock it out, lock it out Shut it down, shut it down, shut it down