Meek Mill - In My Bag (Autotune Remix) lyrics

[Verse] Grand Hustle ya that's my clique Omelly ya that's my goon All I got to do is point and watch him pop you like balloon Shout out my n***a Meech, Pmon that's my dawg too I be f**ing b**hes and it's like he f** 'em all too We ball through, she call me I hang up she call you He look at me smiling and I be like she wilding We styling SRT, Cherokee be growling Me I wear that wrist shot like I signed a deal with Prada My motto MOB I been about a dollar I'm [?] to cop Maserati you 'bout to go Marauder You n***a f**ing with the wrong one Short temper long gun, I do this for the long run If I don't have a million by the type I'm twenty-five I swear to God I ain't rapping I'm in the hood trapping Trying to knock down bricks like the big bad wolf Tell my lawyer get me home this jail sh** a bad look Hit her with a couple stacks and next week I had court Now I'm back and I"m a problem like f** a mad book Streets respect it and in the jails I'm well know Eating the cheche talking to T.I.P on the cellphone Land up in the bed money and b**hes to dwell on Let's powerhouse man hurry up get the hell home A mac like Charlie, make noise like a Harley Ride hard Ferarri, puffing that Bob Marley Knocking these rappers out the way like sorry Young n***a but I've been had game like Atari k**ers on the left of me, gonnies to the right of me Haters even liking me they say I'm too nice to be Hated on I stayed upon the realest and the trillest Brick of c**aine will turn your neighborhood to Thriller I ain't gon' lie dawg I ain't never been a k**er I always had heart that was from the start Forty on me always kept it on everywhere I walk So anywhere it went down I was riding Rosa Parks