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