Gucci, Meek Mill
From 808 feelie real recognize real
yeah we hood rich
Trap God turn us up n***a, and this n***as wanna know for
you better call em my connect
and next from what he put me on for
I heard your n***a ballin
do what the f*ck you take alone for
but you get the f*ck this.
you n***a know you dont belong girl,
all my n***as smoking scrome here
we dont talk reckless on the phone here
a lot of clitch dont get alone here,
please scrub my n***a we rock our own gear
Im on the press and on the long chair
I hope that you dont read me wrong
but if I go pull up that tongue dear
I bet that you dont make it home,
Im in the choppers with my long ja**
and Im in trapper all day long
they call me back and sold the own .
before you try that sh** be gone Im a money get n***a, and this b**hes wanna know from
youd better call em my connect and next some what he put me on from
I heard your n***as balling
do what the f*ck you take a long for
you better stare by the fillie n***a
you know them p**y dont belong here [Meek Mill:]
Rose go on my bottle six,
have the Mill on form whip
Im inner will with foreign b**h
Im on a bright strap and she on this dick
she bout tell you lane, your diamonds look strange,
Im grinding like win, when you on that skateboard
say, n***a you new girls my open,
my old b**h your new girl,
young low rich fillie n***a, them hoes tell me Im truth.
I dont need and f*ck one on one
cause when I come I need two girls,
that girl to f*ck like all night,
get them b**hes that whole pipe
riding round with Keyshia
and we smoking no Keyshia
young n***a friends like easter,
tripping on my sneackers
ray drop I seat that, I celebrate I get back
that molly look like a tic-tac
and I tell that hoe that I tic tac like ohh Im a money.
and this b**hes what em know for
youd better call em my connect
and next what he put em on for
I I heard your n***as ballin
do do what the f** you take a long for
but get the f** out this.
you n***as know you dont belong girl
I drop a back on your head n***a
and then locate you like own star
I aint had to buy sh** n***a
my n***a Waka got his ow call
you want my dick like you a b**h n***a
wont you go and.your own bars
and I wont go back and jail n***a
but you gonna make me catch my own jar
I can look and tell you fry n***a
but you keep on try to look hard
your fresh keep action whats the spell n***a
thats your motherf*cking home boys
Im a money get n***a, and these b**hes what em known for You better call em my connect
and next so what he out me on for
I heard your n***as balling
do do what the f** you take a long for
but get the f** out this.
you n***as know you dont belong girl