Cardiak - Lean Wit' It lyrics

[Verse 1: Meek Mill] Uh, in the kitchen going H.A.M again f**ing with them birds like Cam and them I'll tell you what's the word when the tan is in We them n***as on the curb with them hammers in Whole brick, throw it on the triple beam If it get hectic, we gon' stretch it like a limousine Ain't no crutchin', if I touch it then it's Mr. Clean I be reppin' in your section, me and my n***a Dean Ghost boy in the ghost, n***a I burn bread I ain't talking toast, n***a Whole team of k**ers, I'm the coach Digger Presidential on my wrist now take your votes, n***a Rookie of the year, cookies in the rear I got some bad b**hes that will get it there If you don't wanna get it we gon' send them there If it's heavy then O' Melly comin' in the lear Brick Squad like Waka and them If it's Gucci like D. Howard I get a block for them I don't touch it I just leave it up to Tak and them n***as started, was a drought but we was poppin' then [Hook] Lean wit' it, rock wit' it Throw some bake up in the pot wit' it Microwave or we gon' pot whip it When it get right, we drop that ice and make it lock wit it I tell them lean wit' it, rock wit' it Throw some bake up in the pot wit' it Microwave or we gon' pot whip it When it get right, we drop that ice and make it lock wit it [Verse 2: Meek Mill] I made a million off a mixtape, n***a get your sh** straight I'm selling that raw sh**, you sellin' that whip weight Cookin' up a whole bird until I make my wrist ache When I pulled up to the club you should've seen your b**h face Ugh, fifty cash in my pocket n***a, I got your stash in my pocket I'm blowin' money fast in my pocket I said it's lookin' like I got Nicki a** in my pocket Talkin' "a**, a**, a**, a**" all I get is cash, cash Club LIV my last tag, I could've bought a fast Jag The way these b**hes waving at me you would think a cab past No wonder why you hatin' on me n***a wit' your mad a** Rollie on me cost a whole brick k**ers with me ain't got no pics These groupie b**hes ain't got no sense So we make a movie on them b**hes, no script [Hook] Lean wit' it, rock wit' it Throw some bake up in the pot wit' it Microwave or we gon' pot whip it When it get right, we drop that ice and make it lock wit it I tell them lean wit' it, rock wit' it Throw some bake up in the pot wit' it Microwave or we gon' pot whip it When it get right, we drop that ice and make it lock wit it [Verse 3: Meek Mill] 36 treat it like a dirty b**h ‘Cause I hit it then I send it to the other strip Call me anything, don't call me by my government ‘Cause when I'm out here in the jungle we be selling bricks Half these n***as in my hood be on some tellin' sh** We be on some "if-u-snitchin'-crack-your-melon" sh** If I ain't rockin' with the Smith it's Parabellum sh** Papi bring them on the boat, he know we selling sh** Lean wit' it, rock wit' it, posted Mac 11 in the lot wit' it 750 getting busy wit' a box in it So when they pull us over they don't find them Glocks in it [Hook] Lean wit' it, rock wit' it Throw some bake up in the pot wit' it Microwave or we gon' pot whip it When it get right, we drop that ice and make it lock wit it I tell them lean wit' it, rock wit' it Throw some bake up in the pot wit' it Microwave or we gon' pot whip it When it get right, we drop that ice and make it lock wit it