416

[Verse 1: Big Sean] Well, I been in and out of town Still making plays even when I'm out of bounds Automatic champagne poppin', never out of rounds Tell me where the throne, that's where I be sittin' down Run up in your city, run the spot, run the town Bet I run that motherfucker even when I'm not around Only time to fuck, not to fuck around I got weed, bad bitches, and money And they all 100 pounds God damn, I am, from pots pans Turn that shit straight to hot sand Yeah I got the blueprint these niggas tryna trace They tell me slow down, bitch I'm in the human race And I be damned if I ain't first, never livin' in reverse I just hit from reverse, swear that shit is so crazy Man LA girls so crazy, how is it sunny if them hoes there shady? And New York bitches screamin, "Fuck you, pay me" In ATL they be eatin' all the gravy In Detroit, man them bitches so gangster In T.O, I seen a couple pretty faces (Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve) I love it when she up and down the pole Make we wanna take your ass up and down the coast Have you ever been to Napa where they Champagne sip Then fly across the border to the 416 416 416? [Chorus: Drake] Come up on that motherfucking fade nigga I need that Comin live from the 416 I don't really wanna give you nothin' Comin live from the 41 [Post-Chorus: Big Sean] Now I'm headed back to the 416 I met a bad bitch from the 416 Now she callin' from the 416 [Open Verse] [Chorus: Drake] (Drake) Come up on that motherfucking fade nigga I need that Oh, yeah Comin live from the 416 Come up on that motherfucking fade nigga I need that Oh yeah Comin live from the 41