[Verse 1]
If I'm Drake, you're Meek Mill, boy
From the six, now how the fuck it make you feel boy
No Quentin, wrote raps on my own
And when I drop 'em, got you blowing up my phone
Bitch blow, do the dome
Don't believe me, check the figures
You ran a deficit to me, it fucking figures
Money talks, hear you rap about your old money
You dropped the ball and now you rap about your old money
Bitch, I'm 'bout that new new
Call the shots, this shit is voodoo
I kill the game then take vacay in Honolulu
I still remember, I was sweeping up the floors
I got the yellow jersey, now I handle bars, bitch
Running through the Champs bitch, ugh
[Verse 2]
Got the key to the city from the mayor
Penthouse, I'm livin' way up in the air
Hey, you should really check the view from over here
We ain't really heard about you over here
Bitch, can you remind me who the fuck you is again, though?
Cause, I'mma ask you why the fuck you in the bando
And don't you try to tell me that you in the band, though
I know my people like I know who really friends, though
Bitch, there isn't many
I was pushing ten to twenty
Now I'm a hundred and they wanna spray me like confetti
Yeah, I've been living like I'm 'bout to die since I was twenty
So if you've got a problem come and find us, we've got plenty
Yeah, you could say we're problem solvers