B’s On The Table Lyrics : “National Treasures” is a monumental collaboration between Drake and 21 Savage, serving as a core pillar of the 2026 masterpiece album, ICEMAN. Building on the undeniable chemistry established in their previous projects, this track elevates their partnership to a more sophisticated, “prestige” level. While 21 Savage brings his signature gritty realism and razor-sharp bars, Drake maintains full creative command as the sole writer, lyricist, and composer, ensuring the track fits perfectly within the album’s cold, atmospheric narrative.
Lyrically, the song is a celebration of untouchable status. Drake and 21 Savage trade verses that compare their career achievements to historical artifacts—valuable, protected, and impossible to replicate. The title “National Treasures” reflects their joint dominance over the North American rap landscape. The composition is quintessential for the ICEMAN era, featuring a chilling, minimalist beat, hollowed-out percussion, and deep, melodic basslines that create a sense of vast, icy authority.
For any lyrics website, “National Treasures” is an essential 2026 entry. Distributed by Universal Music Group, it captures two titans at the peak of their powers, delivering a cinematic hip-hop experience that is as cold as it is luxurious.
B’s On The Table Lyrics
Yeah, none of you pussies is actin’ the same
Mind on my money, I’m rackin’ my brain
You pussies could never get back with the gang
Go to the hotel right after your game
Or come to your show and get back on the plane
This contract talk is fryin’ my brain
The numbers they talkin’ are actually insane
It’s B’s on the table, B’s on the table
B’s on the table, B’s on the table
I don’t wanna talk ’bout M’s, I don’t wanna talk ’bout friends
I don’t wanna talk about how this shit started, man, I wanna talk about how this shit ends
There’s B’s on the table, B’s on the table (Yeah)
B’s on thе table (Okay then), B’s on the tablе
Can’t even talk to my dogs, can’t even talk to my bitch
Sometimes, I sit in the parking garage and I talk to my watch or I talk to my whip
It’s B’s on the tables, B’s on the tables (Okay then)
It’s B’s on the table (Okay then), B’s on the table (Okay)
I’ve been on my “Just in case” shit
I got a whole lot of names and dates and pictures and faces
Saved for whenever the right time and place
Just trust me, I know there’s—
B’s on the table, B’s on the table
B’s on the table, B’s on the table
Spent months in the corner, just me and my back
I’m used to this, I’m numb to that
I know I just gotta adapt, ayy
Let’s wait on your Spotify Wrapped
The messages you ’bout to send on the sixteenth
Please don’t hit send on none of that
There’s no need to check where the temperature is
You know what it is if you double back
Should’ve put another blade in my back
Should’ve stood over and double-tapped
Ayy, what y’all need, a duffle bag?
What is that offer they said?
What did they put on the table?
What does that say on that paper?
Fuck that, they gotta double that, triple that
Fuck is the bitches at?
Yeah, the chef too Michelin
Come to the 6 and we dippin’ you boys like a christenin’
Kevin Hart liquor, he shook, I’ma put you in sticky predicaments
Killy might come take a stick off a pussy like they was transitionin’
I’m fightin’ the man, not suin’ the rapper, you boys is not listenin’, ah
Your boyfriend a fisherman, that’s just the word in the industry
Don’t mean to be in y’all business
I’m talkin’ spicy, hot, sizzlin’
Don’t stick around if you visitin’
(B’s on the table, B’s on the table) Yeah, what?
What is the offer they said?
What did they put on the table?
Better treat me like Shane Coppin’
Bank tellers better stay clocked in
Bank tellers better
What? B’s on the table
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