Chicago Freestyle Song Lyrics by Drake
Two thirty baby, won’t you meet me by The Bean?Too early, maybe later you can show me thingsYou know what it is, whenever I visitWindy city, she blowing me kisses, noThirty degrees, way too cold, so hold me tightWill I see you at the show tonight?Will I see you at the show tonight?
Ayy, truck to the plane, to the truckTruck to the hotel lobbyMe, I go through underground garagesPresidential suite, on depositElevator up to the roomShower up and then we hit the clubTouchdown, gotta see what’s upArea code in my phoneWhat numbers do I still have?Who do I know from the past?Hit one, she say she got a manHit another one, it goes greenMust’ve changed phones on the team‘Member when you lead me in between?That was 2017All good, Chubbs’ll look aroundFind one that seem my typeThat my dawg and he know what I likeHe done found me plenty in my lifeProblem is, I meet a girl tonightThen I go and treat her too niceGalleria credit card swipesI don’t even know if she a wife
But I do know one thing thoughWomen they come they goSaturday, through Sunday, MondayMonday through Sunday, yoMaybe I’ll love you one dayMaybe we’ll someday grow‘Til then I’ll sit my drunk ass on that runwayOn this one way
Two thirty baby, won’t you meet me by The Bean?Too early, maybe later you can show me thingsYou know what it is, whenever I visitWindy city, she blowing me kisses, noThirty degrees, way too cold, so hold me tightWill I see you at the show tonight?Will I see you at the show tonight?
Jewelry in the safe on arrivalPistol on J for survivalLot of people gunning for the titleLot of people trying to take us viralI’m just trying to have a nice night, thoughWaiter brought the check for the mealShe said, “babe, I think there was a typo”Nah girl, I got it, that’s light thoughI could show you bigger things than thatIt’s gon’ be a minute ’til I’m backLet me give you images that lastAMEX had a limit in the pastI had plenty women in the pastI done plenty sinnin’ in the pastYou don’t need to know, but you can askStickin’ on your backstage passAll access ’cause you badYou could go wherever with that assShow, to the shower, to the truckTruck, to the club, for the partyYou go in first with your girls‘Cause I don’t know who’s out there watching
But I do know one thing thoughWomen they come they goSaturday, through Sunday, MondayMonday, Sunday, yoMaybe I’ll love you one dayMaybe we’ll someday grow‘Til then I’ll sit my drunk ass on that runwayOn this one way
Two thirty baby, won’t you meet me by The Bean?Too early, maybe later you can show me thingsYou know what it is, whenever I visitWindy city, she blowing me kisses, noThirty degrees, way too cold, so hold me tightWill I see you at the show tonight?Will I see you at the show tonight?