Meek Mill Going Bad Lyrics
Going Bad by Meek Mill
Yeah (Wheezy outta here) G, G
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 see, what?) 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
Related The Best Karaoke Songs Ever, Ranked Watch Cardi B Join James Corden For Carpool Karaoke Ariana Grande Adds Her Own Verse To "Last Christmas" 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
Photos 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 odds, it's 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 Laurie Harrier on my wish list (That's Laurie) 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 sell, 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
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 see, what?) 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
Related The Best Karaoke Songs Ever, Ranked Watch Cardi B Join James Corden For Carpool Karaoke Ariana Grande Adds Her Own Verse To "Last Christmas" 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
Photos 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 odds, it's 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 Laurie Harrier on my wish list (That's Laurie) 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 sell, 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