[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Chilling in the cut higher than a Louis tag
When I see them biddies I remind them of a Gucci bag
Cause they want me and they need me
I'm like Seymour, feed me
I'm getting money believe me
Hoes want to f** the kid cause I'm on T.V
Diamonds in my neck, check [?]
[?] Pradas up and down [?]
Shades on wonder where I got that from Stevie
We be anywhere them motherf**ing keys be
Easy I make it look
Bad b**h gon' take a look
Dawg I'm on another page I might as well just make a book
n***as that can spit but never ever could they make a hook
That's why they can't stand it, and I'm in demanding
Boss sh** raw sh** I could get your man hit
I put bread all over that beef like a sandwhich
[Hook: Meek Mill]
I'm the sh**
Check out my swag, look at my pockets, and do the math
We getting money you doing bad
I see in these n***as faces that they mad
Cause I'm the sh** I'm the sh** I'm the sh** I'm the sh**
Ya I'm the sh** I'm the sh** I'm the sh** I'm the sh**
I'm the sh** I'm the sh** I'm the sh** I'm the sh**
Ya I'm the sh** I'm the sh** I'm the sh** I'm the sh**
[Verse 2: Ms. Jade]
I make them sick make 'em make 'em sick
Get your get your money daddy gon' make it flip
I'm the sh** take a sniff
On point Mama Swiff
And I shine brighter than a time piece on my wrist
Use a window washer I advise it
Swisher in a wrapper under my [?]
Insane in the brain I need a psychiatrist
All this hating that they doing going to make me get violent
Still stunting so you better believe it cause I told you
f** a n***a [?] money tricking sh** we don't do
f** them n***as get the money type of sh** we toast to
Louis you should brag about I been here they my old shoes
Ha, y'all late like old news
Trash a** won't stop stink like Young Pooh
Pewh, me and Meek still k**ing it
Y'all keep screaming y'all the sh** but we for real with it
[Hook: Meek Mill]
I hopped up out the cell swagging
Pull up in the 550 looking like a wagon
I be spitting fire plus I'm flyer than a dragon
When they mention competition I be laughing
I'm the sh** where my toilet paper at
They was hating when I was down now where all of them haters at
Now I'm back up on that G sh**
Filling up like three clip
See me in the streets they switch the words like its a remix
Uh, I hit b**hes like Chris Brown
I'm king of my city just waiting to get crowned
You highness, I'm as hot as a volcano
Give your b**h pipe work like drain though
Aye ho, I roll in then roll out
That pounds in the old house
sh** I'm like the fire man cause I bring them hose out
Every time I'm partying, wrist wear be Cartier
Shining for the audience they watch me like an audience
[Hook: Meek Mill]