[Hook: Meek Mill]Feelin' like I'm Richard Porter, I'm really ballin'Bad bitches got 'em calling, they really callingMy Rollie flooded like New Orleans, just like New OrleansAin't talking money, what you talking? Nigga what you talking?My bitch probably wouldn't speak if you ain't talkin' moneyDon't even talk to me if you ain't talkin' moneyAin't shit in life for free so we were talkin' moneyYou hear that sound? I think it's Benji, he talkin' to me[Verse 1]They got me feeling like Rich Porter, I got them hoesSelling work we got them bricks, and got the mostIf he ain't test it I don't trust em', he prolly toldDimed out your homies, seen them statements, he got exposedThese niggas ratting and you fucking with these pussy niggasI put these hoes up on the jet and bring that pussy with usI bring that new thing through yo block, I see you looking nigga36 up in the pot like what you cooking nigga?Fish scale, I love the hustle, I'm 'bout my paperAnd I'm fly as Alpo before he drop a statementI knew I started getting money when I got them hatersBoy won't you go and kill yourself and just do God a favor[Hook: Meek Mill][Verse 2: Rick Ross]Don't you see a nigga ballin' like I'm Rayful Edmond (No snitching)My DC shooter Fat Trel hold up that Mac-Eleven (Dem Bitches)Nail me to the cross I swear I'll never testify (Never)Never will, that Maybach murder got em' petrifiedI'm hard to kill, I'm counting cake up with my finest bitchTake off her makeup and she still look like a finalistTop models, pop bottles, catch you bitches slippingDo em' dirty that top dollar make a major differenceI bought another Phantom, cash count that at the dealerIt took an hour, fast money for us young niggasCan't run around, marble statues in the front and back (Boss)With no regard for the law, cause all I want is stacksSo fuck em' all[Hook: Meek Mill]
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