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)