[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 n***as 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 n***a
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 n***a
I need that
Oh, yeah
Comin live from the 416
Come up on that motherfucking fade n***a
I need that
Oh yeah
Comin live from the 41