[Hook: Meek Mill]
Feelin' like I'm Richard Porter, I'm really ballin'
Bad b**hes got 'em calling, they really calling
My Rollie flooded like New Orleans, just like New Orleans
Ain't talking money, what you talking? n***a what you talking?
My b**h probably wouldn't speak if you ain't talkin' money
Don't even talk to me if you ain't talkin' money
Ain't sh** in life for free so we were talkin' money
You hear that sound? I think it's Benji, he talkin' to me [Verse 1]
They got me feeling like Rich Porter, I got them hoes
Selling work we got them bricks, and got the most
If he ain't test it I don't trust em', he prolly told
Dimed out your homies, seen them statements, he got exposed
These n***as ratting and you f**ing with these p**y n***as
I put these hoes up on the jet and bring that p**y with us
I bring that new thing through yo block, I see you looking n***a
36 up in the pot like what you cooking n***a?
Fish scale, I love the hustle, I'm 'bout my paper
And I'm fly as Alpo before he drop a statement
I knew I started getting money when I got them haters
Boy won't you go and k** yourself and just do God a favor [Hook: Meek Mill] [Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Don't you see a n***a ballin' like I'm Rayful Edmond (No snitching)
My DC shooter Fat Trel hold up that Mac-Eleven (Dem b**hes)
Nail me to the cross I swear I'll never testify (Never)
Never will, that Maybach murder got em' petrified
I'm hard to k**, I'm counting cake up with my finest b**h
Take off her makeup and she still look like a finalist
Top models, pop bottles, catch you b**hes slipping
Do em' dirty that top dollar make a major difference
I bought another Phantom, cash count that at the dealer
It took an hour, fast money for us young n***as
Can't run around, marble statues in the front and back (Boss)
With no regard for the law, cause all I want is stacks
So f** em' all