[Featuring: Rick Ross]
[Meek Mill]
I got these n*ggas hating on me, but I dont give a f*ck
Because they b*tches waiting for me, Im just counting all this money
And buying all these hammers
So when these n*ggas play I let my shooters go bananas
Diamonds flashing like a camera, my whip sound like a monster
My b*tch got on that sh*t, she got a million dollar sponsor
These n*ggas getting sicker, somebody call the doctor
Cause all this blood dripping 20 racks I Louis Vuitton that
I got dolce & gabana, Gucci, Louie, Prada
Fly as hell white socks boy, I got a lot of
And cabanas, thats where theyll prolly find us
Sayonara to your honor
[Rick Ross]
I spoil them b*tches, I am play them n*ggas
Wipe my ass with them riches like its some toilet tissues
f*ck with the winter, mix in the winter
Feel the death of you millionaire, Meek be that n*gga
You n*ggas hating, my n*ggas balling
Popping fans counting dollars, buying them Magnum bottles
My b*tch is patient, your b*tch is born
f*cked her that Friday night, we both wake up on Sunday morn
[Meek Mill]
Young n*gga lot of cash, bad b*tch lot of ass
Lamborghini kinda fast, it got his head
Made me bring them sticks out, AK with the
These n*ggas is kinda nice, which means that they kinda act
I be on all kinds of sh*t, boy I get all kinds of cash
Monday Im wear Jayz, Tuesday in my Prada bag
Wednesday I go Louis Vuitton, and say how youve been
I say doing hard, I go hard like 2 LeBrons
I hit the booth, no
Im superman, my b*tch is super fly
I make her head on wanna kill herself, suicide
A n*gga play me, he know its do or die
Cause I got a big Mac, in that b*tch we super size
Rolling with our hundred group, boy I got a hundred juice
Bout to f*ck a hundred hoes, all the b*tches coming soon
Tell them that Im coming now, tell them Ima come
Bought my Chevy super hot, I named her summer juice
[Rick Ross]
I spoil them b*tches, I am play them n*ggas
Wipe my ass with them riches like its some toilet tissues
f*ck with the winter, mix in the winter
Feel the death of you millionaire, Meek be that n*gga
You n*ggas hating, my n*ggas balling
Popping fans counting dollars, buying them Magnum bottles
My b*tch is patient, your b*tch is born
f*cked her that Friday night, we both wake up on Sunday morn
[Meek Mill]
We got it Rose, hose
He said that I was like ok
She said give me money, I was like no way
She got mad and touched my phone and ain't no work giving in no pay
Im like be gone b*tch, be gone b*tch
I pop a turn on my switch
Them b*tches ain't on that, n*gga cause they on this
You put them on money and I put them on di*k
[Rick Ross]
I spoil them b*tches, I am play them n*ggas
Wipe my ass with them riches like its some toilet tissues
f*ck with the winter, mix in the winter
Feel the death of you millionaire, Meek be that n*gga
You n*ggas hating, my n*ggas balling
Popping fans counting dollars, buying them Magnum bottles
My b*tch is patient, your b*tch is born
f*cked her that Friday night, we both wake up on Sunday morn