(+) Meek Mill, Drake - Going Bad (Lyrics)
Yeah
G G
Back home smokin' legal
I got more slaps than The Beatles
Foreign shit runnin' on diesel dawg
Playin' with my name
That shit is lethal dawg
Don Corleone
Trust me at the top it isn't lonely
Everybody actin' like they know me dawg
Don't just say you're down
You gotta show me
Bring the clip back empty
You asked to see the boss
So they sent me dawg
I just broke her off with a 10 piece dawg
That ain't nothin'
I'm just bein' friendly dawg
It's just a lil' 10 piece for her
Just to blow it in the mall
Doesn't mean that we're involved
I just what? I just uh
Put a Richard on the card
I ain't grow up playin' ball
But I'll show you
How the fuck you gotta do it
If you really wanna ball 'til you fall
When your back against the wall
And a bunch of niggas
Need you to go away
Still goin' bad on 'em anyway
Saw you last night but did it broad day
Yeah lot of Murakami in the hallway
Got a sticky and I keep it
At my dawg's place
Girl I left your love at Magic
Now it's all shade
Still goin' bad on you anyway
Woah woah ooh woah
Woah woah ah
I could fit like 80 racks in my Amiris
Me and Drizzy back to back
It's gettin' scary
If you fuckin' with my opps
Just don't come near me
Put some bands all on your head
Like Jason Terry
Richard Mille cost a Lambo
Known to keep the baddest
Bitches on commando
Every time I'm in my trap
I move like Rambo
Ain't a neighborhood in Philly
That I can't go
For real
She said "Oh you rich rich?"
Bitch I graduated call me "Big Fish"
I got Laurie Harrier on my wish list
That's the only thing I want for Christmas
I've been had my way out here yeah
Know that's facts
You ain't livin' that shit you say yeah
We know that's cap
You ain't got to ask me when you see me
Know I'm strapped
DC OVO we back again we goin' plat'
It's just a lil' 10 piece for her
Just to blow it in the mall
Doesn't mean that we're involved
I just what? I just uh
Put a Richard on the card
I ain't grow up playin' ball
But I'll show you
How the fuck you gotta do it
If you really wanna ball 'til you fall
When your back against the wall
And a bunch of niggas need you to go away
Still goin' bad on 'em anyway
Saw you last night but did it broad day
Wheezy outta here