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[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 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

[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 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

[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 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＂ (Ballin')
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)

[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
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

[Outro: Future]
Wheezy outta here