[Produced by Jahlil Beats][Intro]When I say weakass, you say bitchWeakass bitch, weakass bitchI don't want no basic bitches, basic bitchesI don't want no basic bitches, wait a minute motherfucker[Hook: Meek Mill]Rap niggas be talkin' hardTalkin' shit till we pull your cardTake your chain, beat you upFuck your bitch, clean you upMy niggas wylin', we wylin', we wylin', wylin'My niggas wylin', we wylin', we wylin', wylin'My niggas wylin', we wylin', we wylin', wylin'[Verse 1: Meek Mill]I don't want no basic bitchesShe ain't never fuck with a rich niggaShe told me that her ex was a bitch niggaSo I told her put me on the 'Gram thoughJust to flex on that nigga with some real killersAnd now he on my line talkin' recklessI'm thinkin', should I slide or should I check him?But I ain't goin' to war about no pussy thoughBut if you tryna you get wet thenRunnin' with my niggas on the low-lowWe in the south side, talkin' mafiosoI be really outside, bustin' with my four-fourRight there on the south side, watching for the po-poSharper than a motherfuckerWe gettin' money like a motherfuckerShe suckin' dick for Red BottomsYou bet some bitches call 'em bloodsuckersGet it?[Hook][Verse 2: Quavo]I know exactly what Meek talkin' boutI took your basic ass ho and then I nut on her mouthBroke niggas you can stand to the leftRich niggas to the right with their pistols outPlayin' with a cat, got her whiskers outGot 'Rari's and Bentleys, and Fiskers outHold up, what the fuck this nigga talkin' bout?Yo, Takeoff, pull the Mac-11 outYoung niggas wylin', 12 o'clock on a FridayPull up like Big Worm, I want my money FridayAnd you can have your basic bitchesBecause my hoes' siddity with fat ass and titties[Hook][Verse 3: Takeoff]Takeoff, I make the work disappear like a magicianTake that envy then stand in the kitchen, whip me up a chickenI beat that pot like a chemist, money bat-bat like it's tennisAnd free my niggas in penitentiaries, they locked in the systemI pray the Lord is my witness, nigga, I'm stackin' them benjisEver since they killed Pistol Pete my nigga, I turned to a menaceAnd all these diamonds around my neck, I put on two of them chinchillasDrop my top in the winter, cash out at the Beverly CenterGo to my jeweler out in Cuba, get diamonds below temperatureDouble cup my muddy trouble, I'm an Actavis citizenBitches run around the lobby, boot 'em up, but no TimberlandsYour bitch pull up to my trap with no carLike football she get penalties[Hook]
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