Hmm, this is my brother
Yeah this is
My rules, my rules, my rules, my rules, my—
(Yeah) I like the way you work it
Never met an angel that was perfect
I never met a demon that was worth it (Yeah)
They know the book Vor' come with amenities and plenty fees
Your favorite model is not a ten to me, I got ten of these
Your favorite rapper is still feeding off my energy
I just talked to Jeff, I told him strictly pesos
I just talked to Jeff, I told him strictly Bezos
'Cause I'm too rich to pay hoes
Old ni**as hatin' on the young ni**as, damn
Young ni**as wildin' out, beefin' on the 'Gram
I just hope this money don't make me lose who I am
It's funny 'cause this money make me lose all my friends
They say "It's something 'bout Meek Milly, he movin' different than them"
It's lil' fish, I take ya b*tch for a swim
The jewelry loud but the Richard Millie plain, I let it whisper to them
That 33 on me like Pippen again, I been a bull
ni**as know I won't fold, I been to war
Rap beef, street beef, really done did 'em all
I get money, fu*k b*tches, and I ball
My haters linkin' over my haters, it's ten of y'all
And y'all still couldn't body me
Flow smoother than Wallaby
I do it so honorably
And y'all wonder why they proud of me
This sh*t is rare
Man, I had cops tryna lie on me
I caught a case at eighteen, they still was puttin' time with me
But looky here, I bounce back like every time
I'm 'bout a dollar but on every dime
I hit her once and I say never mind, yeah
I get my Audemars from Francois so I can stay ahead of time, ha
Catchin' Ms and I been catchin' tens
So many Bentleys and Rolls Royces, I can't trust a Benz
How could I ever trust a b*tch when I done fu*ked her friends?
'Cause I know when we go our ways she gon' fu*k my man
Damn, hate the game, not the players in it
They say you won't respect a ho until you layin' with her
And she on Versace sheets, pussy-playin' with it
I'm out here rappin' like I'm broke, you ni**as playin' with it (Ha)
In the studio, I don't sleep
'Cause every time I drop, I make a million every week
I'm in a Aston Martin truck, she don't know if it's car or Jeep
But she ain't really trippin' 'bout it 'cause all she know is she with Meek, sh*t get deep
sh*t, it get deeper and deeper, that sh*t y'all talkin' gettin' cheaper and cheaper
I'm tired of hearin' about y'all Pateks and them foreigns y'all leasin'
'Cause I got mansions 'round the corner from each other and I don't even see 'em
I gotta check 'em on camera just to make sure they good
And ni**as had the nerve to tell me I don't be in the hood, I don't get it
Even if I did I wouldn't be with it
I'm used to being on islands with like twenty-three b*tches
I'm used to ridin' 'round in bulletproofs with like two or three switches
Y'all ni**as outside fifty deep, I'm with like two or three ni**as in the mix
Deep down in it where y'all ni**as ain't allowed at
You ever wear a Richard Millie where the wolves growl at?
My dog got a sentence, gave him life, he ain't allowed back
I already made it rich, I pray to God he give his time back
I'm living out my dreams, yeah, these ni**as haters
'21 Maybach fly by, see you later
They ain't even here, they was quiet as a refrigerator
And I ain't even want 'em to see me 'cause I was faded, for real
(Yeah) I like the way you work it
Never met an angel that was perfect
I never met a demon that was worth it (Yeah)
They know the book Vor' come with amenities and plenty fees
Your favorite model is not a ten to me, I got ten of these
Your favorite rapper is still feeding off my energy
I just talked to Jeff, I told him strictly pesos
I just talked to Jeff, I told him strictly Bezos
'Cause I'm too rich to pay hoes (Pay hoes)