[Intro]HAH~! YeahMMG niggaWOOP! WOOP![Meek Mill]Stuntin on my old hoes, stylin on my hatersPresidential is rose gold, say it's time to get paperGlock 10 with that laser, fuck around meet yo' makerHerme' got me pissin, fuck around with them papersso I can't smoke no kush, I can't smoke no kushBut I run through them hoes, and I ain't talk 'bout Reggie BushI say y'all fuck niggaz so fold, hoes ain't never gon' lookIn the kitchen with that Pyrex and a 9 piece, let me cookNow hold up - I went and bought a Phantom cause I wanted toAnd now I drive the same one some stunnin doReal nigga (real nigga) hundred proof (hundred proof)I'mma need a hundred M's to make me comfortable[Chorus]Stuntin all on my old hoes, stylin all on my hatersPresidential is rose gold, say it's time to get paperBig crib with no neighbors, ball hard but no LakersSpent a hundred racks on my chain, all them hoes know my nameI be flexin, flexin, flexin on these niggazI be flexin, flexin, flexin on these bitchesI be flexin, flexin, flexin on these niggazI be flexin, flexin, flexin on these bitches[Meek Mill]All I know is just flex, shittin on my exBad hoes on my team, dick 'em down like nextI rock YSL so fresh, fly as hell no jetWaves on 360, make that pussy get so wetAh - she say I'm cocky, I say that's not meShe call me papi, and I say "ven aqui"Wrist wear on hockey, Porsche box like AliMy sneaks they bally, in my hood I'm probablyjust rollin 'round in that ghost, watchin out for them folksHeater on my hip, trunk full of that workI say my shooters like Dirk, ten racks and you murkI put that on yo' head nigga, first week and you dead niggaAh - I bottle pop, I model popPull up on them bikes, let the throttle popNiggaz know I'm nice, and I got a lotLike fuck yo' corner (nigga) I buy the block[Chorus][Meek Mill]I don't chase no bitches (flexin) I just chase my dreams (flexin)We - ridin 'round so dirty in this whip that's so cleanMy - old head she dirty but that dick suck so meanAnd that pussy just so good for that pipe she my fiendOn that pint I just lean, perk got me bentIf you ain't talkin 'bout money, you ain't got no sense/centsSmell it on my clothes, work got that scentIn that kitchen with them birds, 'bout to serve up that's din'Hold up! OZ's and whole keys, straight white and no treesGreat white and OZ's and they might just O.D.I stay tight with O.G.'s, they know I'm real niggaPocket full of them racks and my bank account Meek Mill nigga[Chorus]
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