Nokia Drake Lyrics – Full Song Words & Vibe

Nokia by Drake delivers laid-back energy with lyrics that blend nostalgia, flex, and personal storytelling. Known for his introspective bars and catchy delivery, Drake uses the track to reflect on old connections, late-night texts, and the raw simplicity of past times—symbolized by the Nokia phone. The lyrics feel casual yet deeply expressive, capturing a mix of swagger and emotion that fans love. With crisp beats and relatable lines, Nokia shows Drake’s unique ability to balance smooth rhythm with thoughtful verses, making it a track that sticks with listeners from the first play.

About Nokia Drake Lyrics

Album/MovieNokia (Freestyle)
Music ComposerDrake
SingerDrake
LyricistDrake
Release DateMay 26, 2024
Duration02:44
LanguageEnglish
Label© OVO Sound

Nokia Drake Lyrics

Who’s callin’ my phone? (Who’s callin’ that shit?)
Who’s callin’ my phone? (Who’s callin’ that shit?)
Who’s callin’ my phone? (Who’s callin’ that shit?)
Who’s callin’ my phone? (Who’s callin’ that shit?)
Who’s callin’ my phone? (Who? Who?)
Who’s callin’ my phone? (Who? Who?)
Who’s callin’ my phone? (Yeah, yeah)
Who’s callin’ my phone? (OVO Sound, 2025)
Who’s callin’ my phone? (Who’s callin’ that shit?)
Who’s callin’ my phone?

Is it Stacy? (Who’s callin’ my phone?)
Is it Becky? (Who’s callin’ my phone?)
Is it Keisha? (Who’s callin’ my phone?)
Is it Annie? (Who’s callin’ my phone?)
Was it Dani? (Who’s callin’ my phone?)
Is it PARTY? (Who’s callin’ my phone?)
Where’s the function? (Where the fuck the function?)
Send the addy (where the fuck the function?)

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The way I feel right now, I feel like we need to be all alone
So if you’re just playin’ around, you need to tell your girl

“Take your fine ass home,” and that’s real
Stop teasin’ me, yeah, what? Stop teasin’ me
I could change your life so easily
I keep beggin’ you to stay, but you’re leavin’ me
Leavin’ me, we got sticks in the club illegally

Got the whole 6ix side, they believe in me
We got members east of the DVP
We got members west on the 401
We had a lock on the game, but it’s more to come
You gotta pop that ass ’til the morning come
You want shots for the girls? Then order some

Who’s callin’ my phone? (Who’s callin’ that?)
Who’s callin’ my phone? (Who’s callin’ that shit?)
Who’s callin’ my phone? (Who’s callin’ that shit?)
Who’s callin’ my phone? (Who’s callin’ that shit?)
Who’s callin’ my phone? (Who? Who?)
Who’s callin’ my phone? (Who? Who?)
Who’s callin’ my phone? (Who? Who?)
Who’s callin’ my- (ay)

Is it Stacy? (Who’s callin’ my phone?)
Is it Becky? (Who’s callin’ my phone?)
Is it Keisha? (Who’s callin’ my phone?)
Is it Ashley? (Who’s callin’ my phone?)
Was it Dani? (Who’s callin’ my phone?)
Is it PARTY? (Who’s callin’ my phone?)
Where’s the function? (Where the fuck the function?)
Send the addy (where the fuck the function?)

Baby girl
Baby girl
Baby girl

Baby girl
Let me see you do your dance, let me see you twirl
Shakin’ ass in the club with your homegirls
Take a pic for the ‘Gram, show the whole world (show the whole world), yeah
Is that your bestie? I’ma ice both of y’all like Gretzky
I’ma at you like bless me
Hit the dance floor, get nasty, impress me

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Baby girl
Let me see you do your dance, let me see you twirl
Shakin’ ass in the club with your homegirls
Take a pic for the ‘Gram, show the whole world (show the whole world), yeah
Is that your bestie? I’ma ice both of y’all like Gretzky
I’ma at you like bless me
Hit the dance floor, get nasty, impress me

Ay, how many hos in this club?
Is it just me and you, my love?
I don’t mean to call you no ho
I just heard about the things that you do, my love
And you’re just like me, if it’s true, my love, ay
You could see right through my love, ay
I see your waist shrunk, my love, ay
You got some bass in the trunk, my love, damn

How many hos in this club?
Is it really just me, my love?
You know my dad ‘nem pimpin’ for real
You ever been down to Memphis, Tennessee, my love? Uh
I ain’t sayin’ I agree, my love
I’m just tellin’ you the things that I see, my love
I got drinks, jokes, sex, and cash
Those are four things I can guarantee, my love, ay

Baby girl
Let me see you do your dance, let me see you twirl
Shakin’ ass in the club with your homegirls
Take a pic for the ‘Gram, show the whole world (show the whole world), yeah
Is that your bestie? I’ma ice both of y’all like Gretzky
I’ma at you like bless me
Hit the dance floor, get nasty, impress me

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Baby girl
Let me see you do your dance, let me see you twirl
Shakin’ ass in the club with your homegirls
Take a pic for the ‘Gram, show the whole world (show the whole world), yeah
Is that your bestie? I’ma ice both of y’all like Gretzky
I’ma at you like bless me
Hit the dance floor, get nasty, impress me