[Verse 1] If I'm Drake, you're Meek Mill, boy From the six, now how the f** it make you feel boy No Quentin, wrote raps on my own And when I drop 'em, got you blowing up my phone b**h blow, do the dome Don't believe me, check the figures You ran a deficit to me, it f**ing figures Money talks, hear you rap about your old money You dropped the ball and now you rap about your old money b**h, I'm 'bout that new new Call the shots, this sh** is voodoo I k** 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, b**h Running through the Champs b**h, 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 b**h, can you remind me who the f** you is again, though? Cause, I'mma ask you why the f** 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 b**h, 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