[Meek Mill:] Yeah Chasing Chasing that bag, chasing that bag Chasing Whoo Aye Lil fish
Woke up this morning I had a ménage Loaded the foreigns I packed the garage We do it big like we back in the sky Maybe I’ll sell if I rap and I lie Maybe I’ll sell if I let niggas write it These niggas swagger jacking and they bitin’ This for my niggas trappin’ out them Hondas Tryna get designer Gucci they attire Walk in this bitch and it’s quiet I break a heart then I buy it I probably get her a Birkin I take that back, shit I’m lying I’m on the jet when I’m flying I’m in the Bentley, I’m wheelin’ I’m in the trench with my niggas and I know the feeling to see 20 million Funny money niggas counterfeit I could tell you ain’t been around the shit Like a swiper, when I got the black card 80 of them burners if they counterfeit Seen the money, and I know the sound of it It go (vrrrt vrrrt!) That’s a lot of it Know that language that money machine clicking They been rap dissing, I ain’t seen, niggas Know Omelly ready, I got Dean with us 7 on me, I got Leem with us Like that dirty dirty, how I lean niggas My wrist so subzero like freeze niggas Finish them niggas, I put an end to them niggas I’m on the roof with that scope When I hit them little bitches like Remy my nigga
[A$AP Ferg:] You save ’em, we slay ’em Girl I ball
Whip whip whip, whip it Me and your bitch in a Bentley Making it rain when she strippin’ Hold up the umbrella like Bentley Fuck with a nigga that’s righteous Call me Mr. East Coast I’m the tightest I remember when bedbugs was biting God bless me like a nigga got sinus Ooh Holy Ghost, I’m a baptist Fucking on ratchets Might get a Met Gala actress Who give me the top when I slap it Feeling like DJ Khaled She grabbin’ on my dick getting careless Man I had to kill this beat, I’m a savage Meek Milly drop 20 on the atlas
[Meek Mill:] Back in this bitch and you know we reloaded Look at the credits and tell you who wrote it I had that bitch on my dick and she rode it And she wouldn’t speak to you niggas and you know it I’m out in Cali I’m looking for Khloe Kylie, Kourtney or maybe Kendall, finesse with that swagger You know ima swindle you niggas don’t getting the shit that I’m mental Shit that I’m saying will prolly offend you You acting rowdy like Bobby was with you You only talk when that molly up in you Man, you’ll figure out when that tommy’ll hit you Got bad bitches in the A down in MIA talking in the bay When I’m on the west we ain’t giving fades Cause I got the cake, draco with the lazer on it I hit her page, I’m on it I like her pictures for warning DM that bitch for the kill She answer back, I’mma swarm it Probably all be in Florida I put your bitch in that cool water Say I remind her of 2Pac 32 shots in my oowop She fuck me good, get a new bitch She keep it tricking a new shop Went to Miami on Monday By Tuesday I heard that them dudes shot I do not know about situations Said that I ever saw two cops I will not sleep if you made a statement Sorry the dudes and the dudes not
[A$AP Ferg:] You save ’em, we slay ’em Girl I ball (Ball, ball, ball, ball)
Look at the ride it’s filthy Look at that shit man Earlier I was just standing there looking at this shit Like God damn There’s really a Wraith, a Bentley, a Bentley, a Maybach and a bullet proof car This the shit I really be on you know what I’m saying It’s the life I’m really happy around like This is real shit