Drake - Going Bad lyrics
[Intro: Drake & Future] Yeah (Wheezy outta here) G, G [Verse 1: Drake] Back home, smokin' legal (Legal) I got more slaps than The Beatles (Beatles) Foreign sh** runnin' on diesel, dawg Playin' with my name, that sh** is lethal, dawg (Who you say you was?) Don Corleone Trust me, at the top it isn't lonely (Strapped) Everybody actin' like they know me, dawg Don't just say you're down, you gotta show me (What you gotta do?) Bring the clip back empty (It's empty) You asked to see the boss, so they sent me, dawg (Sent me, dawg) I just broke her off with a 10-piece, dawg (10-piece, dawg) That ain't nothin', I'm just bein' friendly, dawg [Chorus: Drake] 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 f** you gotta do it If you really wanna ball 'til you fall When your back against the wall And a bunch of n***as need you to go away Still goin' bad on 'em anyway Saw you last night, but did it broad day [Post-Chorus: Drake] Yeah, lot of Murakami in the hallway (What?) 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 [Interlude: Meek Mill] Woah, woah, ooh, woah Woah, woah, ah [Verse 2: Meek Mill] I could fit like 80 racks in my Amiris (80 racks) Me and Drizzy back-to-back, it's gettin' scary (Back-to-back) If you f**in' with my odds, it's don't come near me (Get outta my way) Put some bands all on your head like Jason Terry (Brrt, brrt, ooh) Richard Mille cost a Lambo (That's a Lambo) Known to keep the baddest b**hes on commando (Salute) Every time I'm in my trap, I move like Rambo (Extended) Ain't a neighborhood in Philly that I can't go (That's a Fendi) For real She said, "Oh, you rich rich?" ("You rich rich") b**h, I graduated, call me "Big Fish" (Ballin') I got Laurie Harrier on my wish list (That's Laurie) That's the only thing I want for Christmas (True story, uh) I've been had my way out here, yeah, know that's facts (Facts) You ain't livin' that sh** you sell, yeah, we know that's cap (That's cap) You ain't got to ask me when you see me, know I'm strapped (Brrt) DC, OVO, we back again, we goin' plat' (Ooh, ooh) [Chorus: Drake] 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 f** you gotta do it If you really wanna ball 'til you fall When your back against the wall And a bunch of n***as need you to go away Still goin' bad on 'em anyway Saw you last night, but did it broad day [Outro: Future] Wheezy outta here