[Verse 1: Meek Mill]Bottle after bottle, model after modelSpending all this paper like I fucking hit the lottoAll I know is YOLO, nigga, that's the mottoRicky told me, "Get em," and I told him that I got 'emAnd I got 'em every day, every dayBad bitch and she gon fuck me every way, never stayOnce I hit it, then I'm dipping that-a-way, that-a-wayYoung nigga from the bottom and I never had a wayI really went from whipping 62's to whipping 62'sAin't none of my niggas Crip, and we giving niggas the bluesWe buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoesYou wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you loseYeah, I'm flexingI pull up in a Ghost, hundred on my necklaceAnd all my diamonds clear, they VVS'ingI turn into a toilet on these niggas, they BS-ingTwo fingers, did it on 'emHold up, I really shitted on 'emI dropped Dreamchaser and I made a milli on 'emIt don't matter what city I'm in, I'm going Philly in 'emWith my red P hat, nigga you know we backI'm going to Houston, I heard that's where they cheap atI done put them Percs down, think I'm 'bout to relapseJust to give her dope dick and ask her for some feedbackLike Shorty, do you love this dick?You know who you fucking with?Grab her by her weave, smack her ass like you fucking bitchDont I talk nasty, she dont know my governmentBut she gon get this dick and chew me up just like some Double MintCheck me I be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roofBad bitches waving at me, real niggas saluteI aint gotta lie, they know Im the truthAnd I aint gotta say Im fly, this G5 with the crewIm in the air bitch, diamonds clear bitchTook off my Rollie and got on some Audemeer shitI hear these haters talking, but I dont hear shitCause we get them bricks and stack them up just like a pyramidYall niggas talk like bitches doSame niggas in the district giving interviewsI got killers on my team thatll get at youFor a brick or two, really put an end to you[Verse 2: Wale](?)Black (?), sag jean sitting - lowEffortless flow, a couple sumn a showYoungin is 21, we playing (?)Probably fuck up your budget, yea, Im playing with numbersPut that shit on whatever, we running another summerLiquor, lot of bottles, tab you know I got itSpend a night up at Diamonds, aint tricking it you got itDesigner shit, though Im modest, astonishing to be honestObama shit on my arm, a presidential, you got it?Get your revenue popping before you ever do talk on themNiggas who work too hard to not show it off via flossingDouble M G harder than anything that you part ofThis professional ball, the best you niggas is (?)Yea Im on that ball shit, boy you with that soft shitFore he hit the room, hear a Vroom! from the Porsche bitchOn that Yamaha, pardon me, thats Meek and themShe say she is not a groupie, I just wanna speak to them!You lying though, you trying to goApply smoke and watch the motherfucking pride goThese little bitches is little bitches, we never love emTo all the sisters with ambition, I see your hustleIm trying to go though, yall already know thoughStepping on em, they slept on us, (?)Whoever want it, they better note that Im so focusedA message to my opponent: they better off trying to clone usKeep her in Chanel while your bitch is like an LWhen she out, you (?), all she need is like an LThats why I never trust a ho, no never meI just wanna get some head, maybe ass fore I leaveFuck a beef, keep it moving, she easily influencedYou niggas keep sleeping, you gon need to meet (Cuba?)I cant stand no motherfucking HooverIma keep the reefer, you can have the hookahVersace, Medusa, I probably, abuse itAround me, my crew, your bitch probably throw two upParty with bitches that throw parties too muchWe skip right to fucking, they call you that (?)And what deuce upOut
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