[Produced by Jahlil Beats]
[Intro]
When I say weaka**, you say b**h
Weaka** b**h, weaka** b**h
I don't want no basic b**hes, basic b**hes
I don't want no basic b**hes, wait a minute motherf**er
[Hook: Meek Mill]
White n***as be talkin' hard
Talkin' sh** till we pull your card
Take your chain, beat you up
f** your b**h, clean you up
My n***as wylin', we wylin' wylin'
My n***as wylin', we be wylin', we wylin' wylin'
My n***as wylin', we be wylin' we wylin', wylin'
My n***as wylin'
And I don't want no basic b**hes
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
She ain't never f** with a rich n***a
She told me that her ex was a b**h n***a
So I told her put me on the 'Gram though
Just to flex on that n***a with some real k**ers
And now he on my line talkin' reckless
I'm thinkin', should I slide or should I check him?
But I ain't goin' to war bout no p**y though
But if you tryna you get wet then
Runnin' with my n***as on the low-low
We in the south side, talkin' mafioso
I be really outside, bustin' with my four-four
Right there on the south side, watching for the po-po
Sharper than a motherf**er
We gettin' money like a motherf**er
She s**in' dick for Red Bottoms
You bet some b**hes call 'em bloods**ers
Get it?
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Quavo]
I know exactly what Meek talkin' bout
I took your basic a** ho and then I nut on her mouth
Broke n***as you can stand to the left
Rich n***as to the right with their pistols out
Playin' with a cat, got her whiskers out
Got 'Rari's and Bentleys, and Fiskers out
Hold up, what the f** this n***a talkin' bout?
Yo, Takeoff, pull the Mac-11 out
Young n***as wylin', 12 o'clock on a Friday
Pull up like Big Worm, I want my money Friday
And you can have your basic b**hes
Because my hoes' siddity with fat a** and titties
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Takeoff]
Takeoff, I make the work disappear like a magician
Take that envy then stand in the kitchen, whip me up a chicken
I beat that pot like a chemist, money bat-bat like it's tennis
And free my n***as in penitentiaries, they locked in the system
I pray the Lord is my witness, n***a, I'm stackin' them benjis
Ever since they k**ed Pistol Pete my n***a, I turned to a menace
And all these diamonds around my neck, I put on two of them chinchillas
Drop my top in the winter, cash out at the Beverly Center
Go to my j**eler out in Cuba, get diamonds below temperature
Double cup my muddy trouble, I'm an Actavis citizen
b**hes run around the lobby, boot 'em up, but no Timberlands
Your b**h pull up to my trap with no car
Like football she get penalties
[Hook]