Off That [Jay-Z + Drake] - Jay-Z

+ (Timbaland)

Welcome (welcome)

To the (to the) future, uhh (Blue-print, 3, ay-ay, oh, hey-hey)

Hey, count me in (Blue-print, 3, ay, hey, hey-hey)

Find me a nice soft place to land (I got you Hov', ay ay-ay)

I'm so high (yeah, hey hey, hey, hey, c'mon)

Find me a nice, soft place to land

(Fricky-fricky uhh, ahhhhh, c'mon now, c'mon now)

Yeah, right there, yeah (fricky-fricky Hov')

I'm so tomorrow the Audemar says yesterday

Which means you on time delay

So even if I slow it dowwwwwn

My sound is fast forward, hold up

I'm just a runway show

But I wear that so my plane, these my runway clothes

Hehe, Cashmere sweats

They come out next year but these my last year sweats

And my ho's so sick

Your new chick can't fuck with my old bitch

And you know this shit

I'm professional, they novices

I just may let you borrow this

This the Blueprint, nigga follow this

This what what tomorrow is

Welcome to tomorrow BIIIIIIIIIII

+ (Jay-Z)

Whatever you about to discover we off that

You about to tell her you love her we off that

Always wanna fight in the club and we off that

But you can't bring the future back, back

Y'all are steady chasin the fame and we off that

Oversized clothes and chains we off that

Niggas still making it rain and we off that

Cause you can't bring the future back, back

Tell them haters get off me, the Cris' we off that

Timb's we off that, rims we off that

(Yeah we off that, is you still on that?)

(And we still makin money cause we still on that)

This ain't black vs. white, my nigga we off that

Please tell Bill O'Reilly to fall back

Tell Rush Limbaugh to get off my balls

It's 2010, not 1864

Uhh, yeah we come so far

So I drive around town, hard top and it's off

Uhh, in my TriBeCa loft

With my high brow art, and my high yellow broad

Uhh, and my dark-skinned sis

In my best white mate, say what's up to Chris

Uhh, how's that for a mix?

Got a black president, got green presidents

"Blueprint's" in my white iPod

Black diamonds in my Jesus piece, my God

Uhh, we ain't tripping off that

This a Benetton ad, nigga been up off that, uhh

Uhh, uhh, uhh

I don't give a fidduck abiddout the widdate

You used to move, what you used to do

And I don't give a fidduck abiddout the bitches

That you used to screw, what your future do

And we don't really care what you used to say

Unless that affects your future pay

I'm on a practice field runnin Two-A-Days

So I don't drop the ball when it's threw my way

So I don't give a fidduck abiddout the shit

That you probably did, who you probably is

The only time I deal in past tense

Cause I'm past rims, and I'm past tints

If you drivin it, I drove it

You got it, cause I sold it

You copped it, I bought it back

And we don't give a fidduck, nigga we off that

Hey, hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey