What's My Name? (feat. Drake) - Rihanna

Why do I feel so alone Like everybody passing through the studio is in character As if he acting out a movie role Talking bullshit as if it was for you to know And I don't have the heart to give these bitch niggaz the cue to go So they stick around, kicking out feedback And I entertain it is if I need that I had a talk with my uncle and he agreed that My privacy about the only thing I need back But, It's hard thinkin in polite flows/ When Stephano Polato suits are your night clothes And Jordan sweat suits are you flight clothes And you still make it even when they say your flight close Eyes hurting from the camera phone light shows Life was so full, now the shit just been lypo'd Always said I'll say it all on the right track But in this game you only lose when you fight back Black diamond bracelets, showing you the basics I can't live and hold the camera someone got to tape this I make hits and like a bitch that's married, I ain't miss 24 hours from greatness, I'm that close Don't ever forget the moment you began to doubt Transitioning from fitting in to standing out Los Angeles, Cabanas, or Atlanta South Watch Hov's show, embarrassed to pull my camera out And my mother embarrassed to pull my Phantom out So I park about 5 houses down She say I shouldn't have it until I have the crown But I don't want to feel the need to wear disguises around So she wonders where my mind is, account's in the minus And yet I role around the fucking city like ya highness Got niggaz reacting without a sinus Cause what I'm working with is timeless And promoters trying to get me out to they club And say I have fun, but I can't imagine how Cause I just see my ex girl, standing with my next girl, standing with the girl that I'm fucking right now And shit can get weird, unless they all down And so I stay clear, we from a small town And everybody talks, and everybody listen And somehow the truth just always comes up missing I've always been something that these labels can't buy Especially if they trying to take a piece of my soul And Silvia be telling Taz damn Drake fly And he just be like silly motherfucker I know That was your bad, how can you pass up on 'em He just take them records and he gas up on 'em Wayne would probably put a million cash up on 'em Surprised no one ever put your ass up on 'em Oh they did Po, at least they tried to And that's what happen when you spitting what inside you But slip up and shoot the wrong fucking video And they think they can market you however they decide to Nah, before they told me to 'do me' And don't listen to anybody that knew me Cause to have known me, would mean that there's a new me And if you think I changed in the slightest could have fooled me Boy, and to my city I'm the Two Three Drug dealers live, vicariously through me I quit school and it's not because I'm lazy I'm just not the social type and campus life is crazy Understand, I could get money with my eyes closed Lost some of my hottest verses down in Cabo So If you find a blackberry with the side scroll Sell that motherfucker to any rapper that I know Cause they need it much more than I ever will I got new shit, I'm getting better still Little niggaz put my name in they verses Cause they girlfriend put my ass on a pedestal Future said cause it's Ye shit you better kill And I think this got that making of a legend feel Problem with these other niggaz they ain't never real Yea, it's all I can say

Drop down, drop-drop Shit is real out here Drop down, drop-drop Drop-drop-drop down, drop-drop, get it (yeah) Get it, drop down, drop-drop Ooh, I rode the 305 to my city I get it, I get it I get it, I get it, I swear that I get it I get it, I get it We did it, we did it We did it, we did it We so far from finished I brought you right back just so we can relive it I get it, I get it I get it, I get it Your hustle don't ever go unnoticed baby, I'm with you I'm with it, oh I get it, I get it I get it, I get it I get it, I get it They don't work hard as you Damn, that's so crazy At the end of the night when you count, numbers don't lie to my baby Locker room full of money Girl, you just did it I get it, I get it, man fuck all that talking, take shots to the kidney Down payment on the Jaguar Your roommate got credit 12 months on the lease, that's a come up, baby, don't you ever forget it Connections are heavy Every real nigga they fuck with you Nails chipped out in diamonds, you sparkle but fuck, man, that spark ain't enough for you Ooh, I rode the 305 to my city I get it, I get it I get it, I get it, I swear that I get it I get it, I get it We did it, we did it We did it, we did it We so far from finished I brought you right back just so we can relive it I get it, I get it I get it, I get it Your hustle don't ever go unnoticed baby, I'm with you I'm with it, oh I get it, I get it I get it, I get it I get it, I get it (Oh, baby) Tonight was your night Go get you some lobsters and shrimp You smart and you know it, I get it, I get it, you outdo these pimps I hope you don't fall That's you on the top of the ceiling Don't you ever forget 'bout your story, I get it, you did it, you did it Got a link on the champagne Your best friend is bar-tending Your parents sayin' this another phase in your life, they can't wait until it's all finished Shine on them hoes Let 'em know that you run shit I get it I get it, I'm workin' too hard let's get into some fun shit 281 to my city Heard you had trouble at customs Your girl got a DUI, I'll make the calls to get y'all through customs Tell your best friend, "Girl, get your paperwork right" I get it, I get it, what's up for the night? (Oh) I got the 305 in my city I get it, I get it I get it, I get it, I swear that I get it I get it, I get it We just did it, we did it We did it, we did it We so far from finished I brought you right back just so we can relive it I get it, get it, get it Drop down, drop-drop down I get it, get it, get it Drop down, drop-drop down Uh, your momma used to live at the church on Sunday You just go to LIV after church on Sunday, oh Lord Oh Lord, we're not in Kansas anymore We're not in Kansas anymore (yeah)

Ayy Ayy Mmm, what do I want? Why is it so hard giving you up? I'm counting the days 'til you come I'm counting the ways to make you Mmm, what do I want? Why is it so hard giving you up? I'm counting the days 'til you come I'm counting the ways to make you You're my water, my refresher Take off your clothes, relieve pressure I need your touch when I'm with ya My heart, it beats different rhythm Killa cop, blood Killa cop, blood Killa cop, blood Killa cop, blood Your pussy is calling my name So come on, baby, let's stop playing games Your pussy is calling my name So come on, baby, let's stop playing games Your pussy is calling my name So come on, baby, let's stop playing games Your pussy is calling my name So come on, baby, let's stop playing games, games