“Going Bad” Lyrics – Meek Mill

“Going Bad” Lyrics – 

 Meek Mill 

“Going Bad” is a song, performed by Meek Mill and featuring Drake. The song was written by Robert Williams, Aubrey Graham, Wesley Glass, Westen Weiss.This song was recorded on 2018 and was released on 22 January, 2019 from Meek Mill’s album “Championships” to US urban contemporary radio. Meek Mill shared a 30 seconds clip on instagram for testing the music video on 6 February 2019 and officially released in full on 7 February. Kid Ark was the director of this video and features Meek Mill and Drake 
 

Singer:  Meek Mill, featuring Drake 

Album: “Championships” 

Songwriter(s): Robert Williams, Westen Weiss  

Wesley Glass and Aubrey Graham, 

Recorded: 2018 

Released: January 22, 2019 

Genre: Hip hop, Trap 

Length: 3:00 

Producer(s): Wheezy and Westen Weiss 

Label: Atlantic, Maybach Music 

“Going Bad” Lyrics 

Yeah 

(Wheezy outta here) 

Jezz Jezz, 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 

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 dayYeah,  

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 

  

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