Young Dro - I'm Clean lyrics

[Hook: Young Dro] I'm clean in this b**h I'm clean in this b**h I'm clean in this b**h Grand Hustle team with kings we getting rich (x2) [Verse 1: Meek Mill] I'm Prada-ed down Polo-ed up Hit the A, tell Charlie hold up Call my n***a Dro, pull a rose up [?] body sh** looking like a tour bus I'm clean in this b**h leaning like they selling Promethazine in this b**h I'm Grand Hustle team with kings we getting rich Wilding on the couch screaming out "free my n***a TIP" Meek Milly what's the deally I be popping like a wheelie I put on for my city I go hard for North Philly that be me Diamonds so clear you can see them in HD I'm down to disappear pop up all on MTV n***as looking at the screen like its ghosts that they see I like my Rosé red my diamonds blue my money green TIP put me on the team cause I'm so fresh and so clean [Hook: Young Dro] [Verse 2: Young Dro] I'm clean in this b**h Young Dro Grand hustle flow My [?] play stingray everything [?] Dro and Meek Mill get respect to the utter most Cocaina deals white bricks just like Russell Crowe New York City leather coat out in Buffalo And when I lie to hoes my dick be growing like Pinocchio I ain't really sociable my 44 ain't approachable [?] shawty I stay right close to the [?] Stupid a** pistol I like to make that thing transform f**ing get your whole block blew up by this hand bomb When I heard this track I started tripping like a motherf**er Went up in the booth and went sicker than a motherf**er Triple thugger, oh you know I'm all about that shine ho All kinds of ice b**h my diamonds got diamonds on Stupid a** fresh shawty you don't want to pardon me Hold up, I need to answer my phone some ho calling me [Verse 3: Meek Mill] I'm clean in this b**h players only live uno Ralph Lauren all the way to the ground you know Prada on my feet my chick a five times two though My flow be hot as hell but my wrist keep me cool though Cujo, ya cause I be snapping and I ain't trapping I'm just rapping and look what happened It ain't march I'm causing madness We Maybaching on them two-tone Crushing them like crouton The cheers in the rear leaning back on the futon Grand Hustle we do one thing Get money money money money money I'm a young king I don't talk I let my gun sing n***a got a problem with it tell them my revolver said it [Hook: Young Dro]