[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Dirty money new work
Smell it on my new shirt
Lying make these n***as feel good but truth hurt (x3)
A lot of n***as do dirt, get it in return
But enough of dirt doing have you sitting with the worms
Bloods dripping tissue burn
Bullets rip your soul up
Hollow tips f**ing up your head like a bowl cut
When my n***as roll up they be like hold up
But I be like f** that cause I do enough [?]
Rather make them pussies bow down like a touchback
I ain't with the talking tell 'em spark 'em like a blunt wrap
Twist them like a Backwood, black laid black hood
Dicked down ski'd up
Hoes down G's up
I couldn't get no Gucci, but I could get an Oozie
Spray up your hood and hit your neighbors just for being nosy
Truthfully, I don't be up on that gun sh**
I be on some Puerto Rico chilling with a young b**h
You n***as on that dumb sh**, bum sh**
My n***as got them birds and come and get a drumstick
I am cooked crack to the [?]
All this rapping got me shining like aluminum foil
These n***as ain't loyal
Money, envy, and greed will destroy you
All over a dollar sign
Meek Milly I am Columbine
And I'm hotter than you n***as like a thousand times
[Hook: Meek Mill]
I'm k**ing 'em, call a coroner
Look at my pockets b**h, check out the Audemar
Perfect timing, I'm shining
Like a diamond, but nevermind it
I'm k**ing 'em, I'm k**ing 'em
I'm k**ing 'em, call a coroner (x2)
[Verse 2: Red Cafe]
These n***as saying [?] see me scream uh-oh
I'm bout with uh-oh what the f** is up cuzo
My dogs off the muzzle
My president is black
The Lac, mac, and everything is black
I'm back for the stacks ho n***a call a coroner
On the e way I got the body in the [?]
My n***as is riders, we the frequent flyers
Why you think the cars ain't got no mahf**ing mileage
Shake down violent, serve it to them raw
Like I took off the Trojan middle finger to the law
Ya I'm k**ing them set it off stealing them
Run up on them strapped with the goons Meek Mill and them
If it pop off in the club my n***as started it
Crime rate go up my stacks be a part of it
I'm a rock star you can call me Sonny Bono
I'm a cowboy you can call me Tony Romo
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
Green light, red light
Shining like a headlight
Shwaty got her head right
I be there every night
But f** that, I be stuck in the trap like I'm a dead mice
Watching for them fed lights, trying to get my bread right
I'm like [?] if you know me
Grey and black spur on dubs call it Ginobili
You n***as like 40, can't stick me to hold me
I'll k** you if you think about telling like [?]
Cause all that snitching sh** we don't play that
That K will spin a n***a wheel Pat Sajak
Abandoned houses, where the tape at
[?] stick all in his a** tell him take that
I need a Maybach better yet a Phantom
If you k**ing these n***as out there this the anthem
I ain't a pretty n***a, I ain't handsome
I'm just grimy, with a mac 90
I'm from north side but south side where you find me
In the trenches where ninety percent of n***as grimy
And they dirty, clips whole thirty
On the block with that Yao Ming, you heard me
My north n***as they'll k** you for a point
They kidnap your mom and rape you sister for a joint
Shot your daddy in the head
All over that money they'll carry you to bed, yea
[Hook]