[Hook: Paloma Ford]I don't know what these niggas speakin' offI don't know what these niggas trippin' onDon't touch my niggas I suggest you don'tBoy if you do you must be suicidalDon't say my name unless you suicidalDon't get to close unless you suicidalDont touch my niggas I suggest you don'tBoy if you do you must be suicidal[Verse 1: Meek Mill]Money won't ease usMan niggas even hated on JesusLiving life on the road on the chase for the moneyCause the hoes won't please usYeezus told us there's blood on the leavesAin't no love in the streetsLet her run into me and she wanted to meetNow she fuck with a GGot your bitch not wanting to speakHold up, y'all mahfuckers tried to shit on usChain all lit all upPorsche with the horse like get on upAnd my bitch got that shit on herRock Balmain cause I'm ballin'I put red bottoms on red modelsAnd no more red bottlesStraight Belarie nigga every bottlesRicky Rozay we in hereDouble M G we've been hereStraight from the north sideRight by the project how did I get hereSippin' on lean with a bad ass bitchFrom the Hills, probably live thereAnd get money like meAnd the pussy so wet I need swimwearHold up, hold up, hold up, hold up[Hook][Verse 2: Meek Mill]Suicide doors, riding around with a suicide whoreThere's no love in the streets and this blood on my sneaksgot suicide on themGoing everywhere you are not goingDoing everything you are not doingAnd I've been out to get it and you mention my niggasthat's suicide on themRight back to the money my nigga no we don't playSay my name and that's D.O.AAnd all these chains is saying we okayAnd we drink Champagne, eat Frito LaysAt lunchtime, do it for the ghetto one timeI don't even [?] time, look at our timeCause the [?] bust down and the whole band is drumlineMe and my nigga, Rozay that's my niggaD-Boy, that's my hitterYou ain't doing wrong, as long as you don't touch my hitterSouth finger fuck my trigger, smoking on strongNone of y'all can fuck with usNone of y'all gossip, JiggaGive me my throne, and you ain't gonna like my pictureLeave a comment, fuck niggaHold up, hold up, hold up, hold up[Hook][Bridge: Paloma Ford]You must be suicidalWhen we pull up, watch the suicide doorsI've been too deep, make 'em call the 5-0If he surprised, I know that gun goBLAT, BLAT, BLAT, BLATThis kush got me so onMan I'm so onWe ridin' 'round, we gettin' moneyDon't act like you don't knowDon't touch my niggasI suggest you don'tBoy if you do, you must be suicidal[Hook]
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