Going Bad Lyrics – Meek Mill & Drake & Future

[Intro: Drake & Future]
Yeah! (Wheezy outta here)
Jeez, jeez

[Verse 1: Drake]
Back home, smoking legal (Legal)
I got more slaps than The Beatles (Beatles)
Foreign shit running on diesel, dawg
Playing 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 acting 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 nothing, I'm just being 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 playing 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 going 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 going bad on you anyway

[Interlude: Meek Mill]
Woah, woah, oh, 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 getting scary (Back-to-back)
If you fucking 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, oh)
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 living 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 going plat' (Oh, oh)

[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 playing 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 going bad on 'em anyway
Saw you last night, but did it broad day

[Outro: Future]
Wheezy outta here