[Intro: Meek Mill]There's three types of niggas in lifeNiggas that make it happenNiggas that watch it happenAnd niggas that don't even know what the fuck is going onChoose one...[Verse 1: Meek Mill]I got all these bad bitches twerkin'Waves on swim, shit surfin'I don't wanna yall niggas 'round meBroke niggas make me nervousShawty said she want that paperPop pussy like she workin'Damn, a nigga finally famousRari by the Benz, I'm swervin' (SKR SKR!, SKR! SKR!)Fuck rap, I might sell swagShe want me 'cause she know i got that Chanel tagShe fuck me and she gone get that Chanel swagHer boyfriend like, "Where you get that Chanel bag?"55 hundo, pop green, and I ballLike RondoCatch me, North-South, with a dime hoTurnt up, but I'm like keep calm hoI go, make a million here, million thereAll of my niggas, we really in hereGot a bad bitch, and she straight from the hoodBut she look like a foreign, brazilian hairAnd I'm grabbin' her remiI bust like a semi, yo bitch (BA BA!)I get your girl pregnantYou hatin' all on me, you sick (HA HA!)I ride in my hood in a Bently like it's a Crown Vic (SKR SKR!)These bitches is choosin'You niggas is losin'We richWhatchu expect?(Haah?)[Hook: Meek Mill]Wanna fuck with a dope dealer?Or keep fuckin' them broke niggas?And I don't fuck with you ho niggas (NAH!)Rollie yellow like Homer SimpsonThat's dope, nigga![Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]I got all these dope dealers servingCut the work up, they surgeonsI don't want y'all bitches 'round meWhack bitches make me curve 'emImported rug, that's PersianOne wheel up and we swervin'Wetter than a lake, that's Ricki!Pop pussy like she NickiShe want me cause she see me in that AventadorPull up on the curb so crazy, I done bent the doorBad bitch wanna borrow it, I lent it to herMake her bust that pussy open in Singapore30 million though, Forbes listOut in Philly in a condo, boss shitNow they call me Young Oprah; HarpoIn the pool rockin' polo, MarcoMillionaires, never do leersNo, they can't see me, they're never my peersFruits of my labor, go get me my pearsCause you're outta your element; I am your fearSo go get off my testicle, pardon my decimal, bitch!Check up my resumé, I'm upper echelon richThem bikes is out and we throwing 'em up like we sickMy clothing line is out in them stores and I'm sipping a Myx, bitch![Hook][Verse 3: Rick Ross]DC, Double MMastermindSay my name and bitch I gotta grant your wish (BOSS!)Sticky fingers, 30 KYou better drop that brick (drop that brick)Philly brothers, sometimes they call me Ock! (call me Ock!)I pray to God, everyday I drop my top (Thank you Lord!)Humble man, with me and the Lord MeekI'm the shit, coming down Broad Street"Sal" Magluta, "Willy" FalconFlamboyant dough boy, talkin' Al Capone (ROZAY!)From Monte Carlo to Los MuchachosMy Mexicanos not talking tacosThis jewelry tampered once, a nigga push that buttonOn the corner Pac-Man Jones, these niggas don't want nothin'You wanna fuck wit a dope dealer? Or keep fuckin' them broke niggas?My sneaker deal like A.I.'sWe drink Belaire like St. Ides[Hook]
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