Meek Mill - My n***a (Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1: YG] I'm talkin 'bout puttin' on, ridin' out Glocks in my ma's house Front you with that work (I done fronted n***as work) You say you want that head up But we don't fight fair brah Catch you slippin' from your backside, then knock you out Ace gone stomp you out, then Buddah gon' stomp you out (Has momma ever seen you with a busted eye and busted mouth?) Nine milli pokin' out, 4 Fizzy pokin' out d**h Row days show you what this West Coast about [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] I'd die for my motherf**in' n***a Jump in front a bullet for my motherf**in' n***a On the stand I'd lie for my motherf**in' n***a Rob a bank, I'd drive for my motherf**in' n***a Real talk, I don't really f** with too many n***as Cause n***as drop a dime on you like a couple nickels I be laughin' to the bank like the f**in' money tickle Drivin' somethin' that you ain't, top off, s** a nipple And I never put a ho before my bro Don't beef over no ho And my n***as sell them keys if you can't open your door Hope you ride for my motherf**in' n***as When it rains it pours, it's dry for me and my f**in' n***as I k** for my motherf**in' n***as Vice versa, eyes red from the kush I blew White person, got my middle finger on the trigger And with my little finger to you n***as I swear it's f** all y'all n***as Except my n***as Tunechi! [Hook: Rich Homie Quan & Lil Wayne] I said that I'mma ride for my motherf**in' n***a Most likely I'mma die with my finger on the trigger I've been grindin outside all day with my n***as And I ain't goin' in unless I'm with my n***a My n***a, my n***a My n***a, my n***a (My motherf**in' n***as!) My n***a, my n***a (My n***a, my n***a) My n***a, my n***a [Verse 3: Meek Mill] Ohh! I done spent a million dollars on my motherf**in' n***as You catch me out Chicago with them motherf**in' hittas Call in RondoNumbaNine, Lil Durk will bring the trigger And when we on that lean, we ain't f**in' with the liquor I'm a buy a hundred bottles just to give it to the b**hes She keep liking all my pictures Cause she see the way I ball, how my wrist and that be lit up Catch you at the red light, have em screamin' “Caine get up" Same n***a from the bottom ain't a damn thing change Catch me out in Collins screamin' "money ain't a thang" In a red Mulsanne, lookin' like I claim blood And if homie ain't my homie then I know it ain't love Screamin' out "4 Hunnid,” YG that's my n***a Cause I been in the field life on the line with him And if it's really good, why I prolly die with em Cause when I need the choppers, I just tell Tak hit 'em [Hook: Rich Homie Quan & Lil Wayne] I said that I'mma ride for my motherf**in' n***a Most likely I'mma die with my finger on the trigger I've been grindin outside all day with my n***as And I ain't goin' in unless I'm with my n***a My n***a, my n***a My n***a, my n***a (My motherf**in' n***as!) My n***a, my n***a (My n***a, my n***a) My n***a, my n***a [Verse 4: Nicki Minaj] I just got 250 thousand dollars for a verse, n***a I don't know, is it me or it's your thirst, n***a? You nig, you n***as ain't got no joints Like a injured Chris Paul, you ain't got no point I just come through with a couple bossy b**hes They get money too, they some "don't cross me" b**hes Flossy b**hes, Sergio Rossi, b**hes And if we at the game then it's floor seat, b**hes! I ride for my b**hes I'm so f**in' rich I cop rides for my b**hes Dollar menu fries apple pies other b**hes I drop a freestyle and get a rise outta b**hes b**hes, my b**hes I need a n***a with some different strokes, Todd Bridges Shout out to my main b**hes, and my side b**hes Need a n***a with some good neck, ostriches My n***as [Hook: Rich Homie Quan & Lil Wayne] I said that I'mma ride for my motherf**in' n***a Most likely I'mma die with my finger on the trigger I've been grindin outside all day with my n***as And I ain't goin' in unless I'm with my n***a My n***a, my n***a My n***a, my n***a (My motherf**in' n***as!) My n***a, my n***a (My n***a, my n***a) My n***a, my n***a [Outro: Nicki Minaj] New York to Compton Got YG with me so don't get stomped in Y'all know who the f** it is See I done preheated my oven to 350 degrees b**h And when you come out, it's gon' burn you b**hes like You better get your motherf**in' oven mitt, b**h! Yung Mula baby!