[Intro: Swizz Beatz]Oh it’s hot outside manMeek Millys coming daddy[Verse 1: Meek Mill]Hundred for the walkthrough Im not who you talk toDrive by wet you up, nigga thats a carpoolSpitting all this hot shit, every single bar coolDiamonds in the rollie face, animated cartoonCall me Meek Milly I don't play that shitGot me on my nappy braids before the Maybach cliqueRiding in the wheels of fortune, Pat Sajak shitAnd all I rock is Balmain like I made that shitI’ve been, front row fashion weekLooking like I'm in the showSitting in the foreign leather, softer than a dinner rollMake a movie on your bitch, tell her friend to get a roleYou thought she was innocentWe laughing like she been a hoChopping up those benzosMe yo bitch in the friend zoneShe told you I was friendzoned, what?I'm in the endzoneTouchdown with a 2 point conversionGive her that dick longShe busting like the clip longUber to send your bitch home nigga[Hook: Swizz Beats]I got a fever bitch, hot outside I got a fever bitchFeeling sick I gotta fever bitchIn these philly streets situations isPolice ain’t respecting the youth andThe youth ain't respecting the truth andThe Glock 9 on me in the booth andAll I talk is that real shit the truth and[Verse 2: Meek Mill]The money turned your bitch into a gold diggerThe money got me feeling like the old JiggaAnd Jigga even told me you a cold niggaThey ain’t believe me I was brokeBut I showed niggas and I told niggasThat I would expose niggasWent to buy a pair of sneaksLanded at the Royce dealerBrand new paper tagHaters never made me madYou get at your baby mommaI’m flyer than her baby dadLooking at my neckWhat that cost? Hundred-eighty cashLooking at my bitch, she remind me of a Stacey DashWe was selling rock before Kareem Biggs, Damon DashOh you think you fly with your lil' Dream Chasin’ ass?We don’t chase bitches, we chase money and that D'usséCause when you get money, the hoes do whatever you sayRiding in a drop head, Phantom with the toupeAnd if you’re just hearing this, then it’s probably too late[Hook: Swizz Beats]I got a fever bitch, hot outside I got a fever bitchFeeling sick I gotta fever bitchIn these philly streets situations isPolice ain’t respecting the youth andThe youth ain't respecting the truth andThe Glock 9 on me in the coupe andAll I talk is that real shit the truth and[Outro]Meek MillyMack MillyGet smacked sillyCome to PhillyCome see it live in directYou know it, God dammit
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