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    Drake

    Chicago Freestyle Lyrics

    feat. Giveon

    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?