Going Bad Lyrics - 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 

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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