Virginia Beach Music Publishing - Off That lyrics

[Intro: Jay-Z (Timbaland)] Welcome To the future, uhh (Blueprint, 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') [Verse 1: Jay-Z] 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 f** with my old b**h And you know this sh** I'm professional, they novices I just may let you borrow this This the Blueprint, n***a follow this This what what tomorrow is Welcome to tomorrow BIIIIIIIIIII [Hook: Drake (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 n***as 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) [Verse 2: Jay-Z] This ain't black vs. white, my n***a 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 And 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, n***a been up off that, uhh [Hook: Drake (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 n***as 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) [Verse 3: Jay-Z] 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 b**hes 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 sh** 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, n***a we off that [Hook: Drake (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 n***as 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) [Outro: Timbaland] Hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey