Bal Harbor

[Intro: Drake] I really feel like I count faster than a money counter, and that's bad 'Cause a money counter is designed— like it's built to count, but I feel like I count faster than it, man Hey-hey Hey-hey Hey-hey [Verse: Drake & Lil' Kim] Ayy, Bal Harbor shopping spree, hop on top of me (Get money) Do some shit for you for once, you do a lot for me (Get money) I was fuckin' with the heat, I got a lot on me Real shit, real shit, real shit, real shit (Real) Yeah, hop on top of me (Get money) Do some shit for you for once, you do a lot for me (Get money) I was fuckin' with the real, I got a lot for me Real shit, real shit, real shit, real shit, raw Everything is earned in this life, baby, nothin' given Heard you cut your bestie off, I know that was a tough decision Sleepin' in the Pistons locker room, I'm on another mission Cade Cunningham left his crocs, yeah, I fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fucked you in 'em (Yeah, get money) [Outro: Lil' Kim] (Get money)