Karaoké Going Bad Meek Mill & Drake

Yo

Jeez, jeez

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 ten-piece, dawg

That ain't nothin', I'm just bein' friendly, dawg

It's just a lil' ten-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 'till 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

I could fit like eighty 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

Uh, Richard Mille cost a Lambo

Known to keep the baddest bitches on commando

Every time I'm in my tra

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 Lori Harvey on my wish list

That's the only thing

I want for Christmas

Uh

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' ten-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 'till 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