[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
I said you be where the lames be I be where it's popping at
Money, cars, clothes, and hoes yea I get a lot of that
Haters talkin' dirty bout' the kid we ain't buying
40 oughta clean em up, soak em like a laundromat
b**hes throw the p**y trynna f** me, where the condom at?
See I'm zeeming trynna keep my semen I ain't down with that
Lil' b**hes crazy they wanna have my baby
Cause bank account Ben Franklin out maybe
My president is black, my Glock is too
Ad I probably put a lock on a block near you
I say my n***as get the drop, they gone drop air you
I was never scared of what
What you heard fear who?
I can see with clear view you f** boys is p**y
And I be on my chill but all you gotta do it push me
And my goons be wishin' for me get a n***a buried
I just give the word and push yo sh** back like preliminary
Cemetery b**h you worry f** you like the b**h you married
n***a you ain't heard I'm bout word like a dictionary sh** you spit is fictionally
I'm so trilla swingin' through the jungle like gorilla bananna clip peeler
n***as sleepin' on you cause you softer then a pillow
Cold p**y talkin' reckless like a k**er and em this all for the b**hes
Hallows for the snitches we don't play with revolvers
Play with choppas with extenders
I'm a boss I tell that ho to drop and get the business