[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