Here Are the Lyrics to Meek Mill’s ‘Going Bad,’ Feat. Drake

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Philadelphia hip-hop sensation Meek Mill has had a powerful profession to date. His newest single “Going Bad,” that includes Drake, took him to even increased ranges, because it turned the rapper’s first prime 10 hit on the Billboard Hot 100.

The track boasts an inventory of non-public accolades, with Mill and Drake name-dropping costly tastes from their glamorous collections.

Check out the total lyrics and video to the track under.

Yeah
(Wheezy outta right here)
G, G

Back dwelling, smokin' authorized (Legal)
I received extra slaps than The Beatles (Beatles)
Foreign shit runnin' on diesel, dawg
Playin' with my title, that shit is deadly, dawg (Who you say you was?)
Don Corleone
Trust me, on the prime it isn't lonely (Strapped)
Everybody actin' like they know me, dawg
Don't simply say you're down, you gotta present me (What you gotta do?)
Bring the clip again empty (It's empty)
You requested to see the boss, in order that they despatched me, dawg (Sent me, dawg)
I simply broke her off with a 10-piece, dawg (10-piece, dawg)
That ain't nothin', I'm simply bein' pleasant, dawg

It's only a lil' 10-piece for her
Just to blow it within the mall, doesn't imply that we're concerned
I simply what? I simply uh, put a Richard on the cardboard
I ain't develop up playin' ball, however I'll present you the way the fuck you gotta do it
If you actually wanna ball 'til you fall
When your again towards the wall
And a bunch of n—-s want you to go away
Still goin' unhealthy on 'em anyway
Saw you final evening, however did it broad day

Yeah, lot of Murakami within the hallway (What?)
Got a sticky and I maintain it at my dawg's place
Girl, I left your love at Magic, now it's all shade
Still goin' unhealthy on you anyway

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

I might match 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 odds, it's don't come close to me (Get outta my manner)
Put some bands all in your head like Jason Terry (Brrt, brrt, ooh)
Richard Mille price a Lambo (That's a Lambo)
Known to maintain the baddest bitches on commando (Salute)
Every time I'm in my entice, I transfer like Rambo (Extended)
Ain't a neighborhood in Philly that I can't go (That's a Fendi)
For actual
She stated, "Oh, you wealthy wealthy?" ("You wealthy wealthy")
Bitch, I graduated, name me "Big Fish" (Ballin')
I received Lori Harvey on my want checklist (That's Lori)
That's the one factor I would like for Christmas (True story, uh)
I've been had my manner out right here, yeah, know that's information (Facts)
You ain't livin' that shit you promote, yeah, we all know that's cap (That's cap)
You ain't received to ask me if you see me, know I'm strapped (Brrt)
DC, OVO, we again once more, we goin' plat' (Ooh, ooh)

It's only a lil' 10-piece for her
Just to blow it within the mall, doesn't imply that we're concerned
I simply what? I simply uh, put a Richard on the cardboard
I ain't develop up playin' ball, however I'll present you the way the fuck you gotta do it
If you actually wanna ball 'til you fall
When your again towards the wall
And a bunch of n—-s want you to go away
Still goin' unhealthy on 'em anyway
Saw you final evening, however did it broad day

Wheezy outta right here
 

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Written by: Robert Rihmeek Williams, Aubrey Drake Graham