Drake Lyrics – Chicago Freestyle Lyrics

Chicago Freestyle

Two-thirty, baby, won’t you meet me by The Bean?
Too early, maybe later you can show me things
You know what it is whenever I visit
Windy city, she blowin’ me kisses, no
Thirty degrees, way too cold, so hold me tight
Will I see you at the show tonight?
Will I see you at the show tonight?

Ayy, truck to the plane to the truck
Truck to the hotel lobby
Me, I go through underground garages
Presidential suite on deposit
Elevator up to the room
Shower up and then we hit the club
Touch down, gotta see what’s up
Area code in my phone
What numbers do I still have?
Who do I know from the past?
Hit one, she say she got a man
Hit another one, it goes green
Must’ve changed phones on the team
‘Member when you let me in between
That was 2017
All good, Chubbs will look around
Find one that seem my type
That my dawg and he know what I like
He done found me plenty in my life
Problem is, I meet a girl tonight
Then I go and treat her too nice
Galleria credit card swipes
I don’t even know if she a wife

But I do know one thing though
Women, they come they go
Saturday through Sunday, Monday
Monday through Sunday, yo
Maybe I’ll love you one day
Maybe we’ll someday grow
‘Til then, I’ll sit my drunk ass on that runway
On this one way

Two-thirty, baby, won’t you meet me by The Bean?
Too early, maybe later you can show me things
You know what it is whenever I visit
Windy city, she blowin’ me kisses, no
Thirty degrees, way too cold, so hold me tight
Will I see you at the show tonight?
Will I see you at the show tonight?

Jewelry in the safe on arrival
Pistol on J for survival
Lot of people gunnin’ for the title
Lot of people tryna take us viral
I’m just tryin’ to have a nice night though
Waiter brought the check for the meal
She said, “Babe, I think there was a typo”
Nah, girl, I got it, that’s light though
I could show you bigger things than that
It’s gon’ be a minute ’til I’m back
Let me give you images that last
AMEX had a limit in the past
I had plenty women in the past
I done plenty sinnin’ in the past
You don’t need to know, but you can ask
Stickin’ on your backstage pass
All access ’cause you bad
You could go wherever with that ass
Show to the shower to the truck
Truck to the club for the party
You go in first with your girls
‘Cause I don’t know who’s out there watchin’

But I do know one thing though
Women, they come they go
Saturday through Sunday, Monday
Monday, Sunday, yo
Maybe I’ll love you one day
Maybe we’ll someday grow
‘Til then, I’ll sit my drunk ass on that runway
On this one way

Two-thirty, baby, won’t you meet me by The Bean?
Too early, maybe later you can show me things
You know what it is whenever I visit
Windy city, she blowin’ me kisses, no
Thirty degrees, way too cold, so hold me tight
Will I see you at the show tonight?
Will I see you at the show tonight?

Chicago Freestyle Lyrics