DRAKE, WHAT ARE YOU DOING ON MY TRACK?! I don't know what you're doing, I don't know what you're doing I just saw you, I don't know what you're doing I just saw you, I don't know what you're doing COLD TOTO Oh, they hit it from the back and I know I come off my phone with an apple juice Hit me up like a bunch of bulls What's up? And feed me up while I'm in the booth I'm calling me up, I'm not in the mood Two spigots on me, I'm comfortable Two girls on me like a pair of socks I don't love her, so she's getting robbed I've been trying to take- Wait, fuck I've been up in Havana I've been just trying to take some time off Cause, I'm gonna die any day now Bless you with my ersoteous Your whoopie cushions I bought a ring at The Paris Because, she's the perfect woman I don't know what you're doing on my track I don't know what you're doing I just saw you, I don't know what you're doing I just saw you, I don't know what you're doing I just saw you, I don't know what you're doing