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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Drake
Drake
Vocals
Meek Mill
Meek Mill
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aubrey Drake Graham
Aubrey Drake Graham
Songwriter
Westen Weiss
Westen Weiss
Songwriter
Robert Rihmeek Williams
Robert Rihmeek Williams
Songwriter
Wesley “Wheezy” Tyler Glass
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Westen Weiss
Westen Weiss
Co-Producer
Jacob Richards
Jacob Richards
Engineer
Mike Seaberg
Mike Seaberg
Engineer
Rashawn McLean
Rashawn McLean
Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Wheezy
Wheezy
Producer
Anthony Cruz
Anthony Cruz
Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Wheezy outta here
[Verse 1]
Back home, smoking legal (Legal)
I got more slaps than The Beatles (Beatles)
Foreign shit running on diesel, dog
Playing with my name, that shit is lethal, dog (Who you see, what?)
Don Corleone
Trust me, at the top it isn't lonely (It's not)
Everybody acting like they know me, dog
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, dog (Sent me, dog)
I just broke her off with a ten-piece, dog (Ten-piece, dog)
That ain't nothing, I'm just being friendly, dog
[Chorus]
It's just a lil' ten-piece for her
Just to blow it in the mall
Doesn't mean that we 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 till you fall
When your back against the wall
And a bunch a **** need you to go away
Still going bad on 'em anyway
Saw you last night but did it broad day
[Bridge]
Yeah, lotta Murakami in the hallway (What?)
Got a sticky, and I keep it at my dog's place
Girl, I left your love at Magic, now it's all shade
Still going bad on you anyway
[Bridge]
Whoa, whoa, woo, whoa
Whoa, whoa, ah
[Verse 2]
I could fit like eighty racks in my Amiri's (Eighty racks)
Me and Drizzy back to back, it's getting scary (Back to back)
If you fucking 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)
Whoa, Richard Mille cost a Lambo (Cost 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, for real (That's a Fendi)
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)
[Verse 3]
Uh
I been had my way outchere, yeah, know that's facts (Facts)
You ain't living that shit you sell, yeah, we know that's cap (That's cap)
You ain't gotta ask me when you see me, know I'm strapped (Brrt)
DC-OVO we back again, we going plat' (Woo, woo)
[Chorus]
It's just a lil' ten-piece for her
Just to blow it in the mall
Doesn't mean that we 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 till you fall
When your back against the wall
And a bunch a **** need you to go away
Still going bad on 'em anyway
Saw you last night but did it broad day
Written by: Aubrey Drake Graham, Meek Mill, Wesley Glass, Westen Weiss
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