[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Stacks in my Prada bag wrapped in rubber bands
Got these n***as trying to climb through my windows like [?]
But I just bought a mac call it [?]
32 hit up you and paralyze your other man
I be on that north sider sh**
I come from the bottom sh** so I talk a lotta sh**
n***as say they getting money but I don't acknowledge it
I see that sh** I like that sh** won't hesitate to cop that sh**
What's in my pocket dawg? all dirty money
Ladders on deck come and take it from me
n***as looking at me like they f**ing hungry
But they get f**ing buried trying to run up on me
Yes sir, cause I'mma let my toolie clap
How you gon' rob me, n***a where they do that at
Not around here, around there neither
This 40 ought to hit your a** just like Derek Jeter
Dude a baseballer, I'm an eight baller
I'm a straight baller, batter whip a cake holler
We just get the money we don't take offers
I'm so motherf**ing fly I'm about to take off of
Chilling with this Rollie on my arm
What I paid for it could of went and bought a car
I could take my show money blow it at the mall
I could hit the j**elry store and throw it on an Audemar
(Blow it on an Audemar?)
Ya b**h I said it
Believe it if I said, I meant it
2010 I'm trying to go flying spur on them, tinted
Riding low through the city blowing on spinach
Get it I'm a h-u-s-t-l to the er
We are, all getting to the money n***a flee off
Keep on, I love it when they hate that's what I feed off
Catch you we gone throw sh** everywhere like its a free for all
Get money f** more b**hes
And k** more snitches
I'm like Shakur with it
Small fee I'll have my youngin at the door with it
Playing ding dong dixie, mask on long semi
Talking money I get plenty of it
Doing my thing I push that point just like when Penny was it
Why they hating, cause I'm getting plenty money
They want to take it tell them get it from me