Drake, Meek Mill - Going Bad lyrics

Yeah (Wheezy outta here)
Jeez, jeez

Back home, smokin' legal (Legal)
I got more slaps than The Beatles (Beatles)
Foreign shit runnin' on diesel, dawg
Playin' with my name, that shit 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

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 (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

Woah, woah, ooh, woah woah, woah, ah

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 fuckin' with my opps
Just 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 bitches 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")
Bitch, I graduated, call me "Big Fish"
(Marlin) i got Lori Harvey on my wish list
(That's Lori)
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 shit you say, 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)

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