[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
I got these n***as hatin' on me
But I don't give a f**, because they b**hes waiting on me
I'm just counting all this money, and buying all these hammers
So when these n***as play, I let my shooters go bananas
Diamonds flashing like a camera, my whip sound like a monster
My b**h got on that sh**, she got a million dollar sponsor
These n***as getting sick, somebody call a doctor
Cause all this blood drippin', 20 racks I Louboutin her
I go Dolce & Gabana, Gucci Louis Prada
Fly as hell in YSL boy I got a lot of 'em
Madre and cabanas, that's where they probably find us
Jumpin' off the jet, like sayonara to ya honor
[Hook: Rick Ross]
I spoil them b**hes, I employ them n***as
Wipe my a** with the riches like it's some toilet tissue
f** with a winner, minks in the winter
Philadelphia millionaire, Meek be that n***a
Yo n***as hatin', my n***as ballin'
Poppin' bands, countin' dollars, buyin' the Magnum bottles
My b**h is patient, yo b**h is boring
f**ed her that Friday night, we both woke up that Sunday morning
[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Young n***a, lotta cash, bad b**h, lotta a**
Lamborghini kinda fast, it got these haters kinda mad
Make me bring them sticks out, AK with the comma and
These n***as is kinda nice, which means they kinda a**
I be on all kinds of sh**, boy I get all kinds of cash
Monday I'mma wear my J's, Tuesday in my Prada bag
Wednesday I go Louboutin, they say "How you been?" I say "Doing fine"
b**h I ball hard like 2 Lebrons, I hit the booth, no suit and tie
I'm Superman, my b**h is super fly
I make a hater wanna k** hisself, suicide
A n***a play with me? He know it's do or die
Cause I got a big Mac, and that b**h be super sized
Rollin' with a hundred goons, boy I got a hundred j**els
'Bout to f** a hundred hoes, all them b**hes coming soon
Tell 'em that I'm comin' now, tell 'em I'mma common coon
Boy my sh** be super hot, I name my album summer June
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
Bugatti with Rozay, 'bout to meet Jose
He said that that workin', I was like "okay"
She say give me money, I was like "no way"
She got mad and text my phone, it ain't no work if there ain't no pay
I'm like be gone b**h, be gone b**h
I pop a perc, turn on my on switch
Them b**hes ain't on that, n***a cause they on this
You put 'em on money, I put 'em on dick, really though
[Hook]
[Outro:]
Can I ask a favor?
Please embrace that Meek is just that boy now!
Why fight it?
You're doing yourself a disservice