[Intro: Drake]

Check (Nottz, Nottz, Nottz...)

[Verse 1: Drake]

They ask me about this rapper chick I might know

I say "I never hit it, but we sure to try and write though"

My verses smother beats and they are in need of some lipo

As for rappers, she is not my type, she's like a typo

Flow is universal, take a blood test, I'm type-O

Nottz, do me a favor, turn the volume up, it's quite low

I write so I might blow, my chain emits a white glow

See, life is a scrimmage and I am runnin' the ISO

What is about to unfold, no tellin' like a dice throw

Meet a lot of chicks, so your girl is someone I might know

It's only if she nice though, I ain't about the wife though

And let no Uncle Ben's rice throw, that is just how my life go

And move faster than a leopard sprint

Around the world, got a lot of spots like leopard print

I used to think you play too much

But I'd rather go deaf than lose touch

Holla at me, baby

[Chorus: Drake]

Look, been a minute, I know my number outta service

'Cause sometimes I don't really wanna be reached

Damn, how things change in a year, tell me how everything goin'

I know someone told me you wanted to teach

Let me give you my (New shit), let me give you my (New shit)

Let me give you my (New shit), let me give you my (New shit)

Let me give you my (New shit), let me give you my (New shit)

Let me give you my (New shit), call me anytime, I bet you I'll be around

[Verse 2: Von Pea]

It's been a couple weeks, out travelin', and this broad

Had seen a couple freaks out battlin' for discharge

It's odd, I try to tell her I ain't seen a flyer one

Denying some, I have desired some, but that time is done

Now I am gon' give it to you straight out of the bottle, no chaser

I embraced, wanna lay, she was a model

Shorty jumped out of the closet, even though I made literal

Her girl made it figurative, or maybe that's what liquor do

Baby, that's the physical

Maybe if we'd spend a few days all alone on our throne I can get to you

I know you feelin' hittin' on the road is the typical

But I be in the telly, on your MySpace, clickin' through

Your pictures, this bruh talk a good game

But a fella couldn't Roc, I wanna Dash to my Dame and I'm sayin'

I know that I be playin' too much

But I'd rather go deaf than lose touch, holla at me

[Chorus: Drake]

Look, been a minute, I know my number outta service

'Cause sometimes I don't really wanna be reached

Damn, how things change in a year, tell me how everything goin'

I know someone told me you wanted to teach

Let me give you my (New shit), let me give you my (New shit)

Let me give you my (New shit), let me give you my (New shit)

Let me give you my (New shit), let me give you my (New shit)

Let me give you my (New shit), call me anytime, I bet you I'll be around

[Verse 3: Phonte]

Round, round, round, round, round, ayo

The same chick from "Don't you have a man?", well

It all blowed over, like Manuel, Noriega

She said she went an' married a player

And she's the Tamia to his Grant Hill

Man, chill, I thought you was my damn seal

In distress, rescue you from the landfill

She said "That ain't enough protection, I need 'Affection' like Lisa Stansfield"

I guess I can't be mad at this thing that you got

I'll lace you up, but I ain't tryin' to tie the knot, so, uh

From me, you won't hear no more questions

And please understand that you got my blessins

I hope that your new love opens doors

And is everything that you hopin' for

But you can't get my new shit, girl, you spoken for (C'mon, now)

[Chorus: Drake]

Look, been a minute, I know my number outta service

'Cause sometimes I don't really wanna be reached

Damn, how things change in a year, tell me how everything goin'

I know someone told me you wanted to teach

Let me give you my (New shit), let me give you my (New shit)

Let me give you my (New shit), let me give you my (New shit)

Let me give you my (New shit), let me give you my (New shit)

Let me give you my (New shit), call me anytime, I bet you I'll be around

[Verse 4: Drake]

Sophisticated, but 'College Hill' is still something you still TiVo

Then you switch the vibe and listen to Il Divo

Or maybe D.M.P., A Tribe Called Quest

But when you call too much, then I call less

You would always complain about my small texts

But what you call conversation, I call stress

And that put a barrier between both of our carriers

And I would be like "I ain't gettin' service in your area"

You be like "Nigga, get your bars up"

I just string you along, like I was tuning guitars up

I know that I was wrong, I think that this is fate

You took out those extensions and lost you a little weight

Your booty lookin' bigger, and I think that shit is great

A fresh start is in order, let me take you on a date

Take you on a date, I used to think that you used to play too much

But I'd rather go deaf than lose touch, holla at me, baby! (Look...)

[Chorus: Drake]

Look, been a minute, I know my number outta service

'Cause sometimes I don't really wanna be reached

Damn, how things change in a year, tell me how everything goin'

I know someone told me you wanted to teach

Let me give you my (New shit), let me give you my (New shit)

Let me give you my (New shit), let me give you my (New shit)

Let me give you my (New shit), let me give you my (New shit)

Let me give you my (New shit), call me anytime, I bet you I'll be around-round-round…