Meek Mill - $lay lyrics

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Meek Mill - $lay lyrics

[Intro: Meek Mill] Yeah Chasing Chasing that bag, chasing that bag Chasing Whoo Aye Lil fish [Verse 1: Meek Mill] Woke up this morning I had a ménage Loaded the foreigns I packed the garage We do it big like we back in the sky Maybe I'll sell if I rap and I lie Maybe I'll sell if I let n***as write it These n***as swagger jacking and they bite it This for my n***as trappin' out them Hondas Tryna get designer Gucci they attire Walk in this b**h and it's quiet I break a heart then I buy it I probably get her a Birkin I take that back, sh** I'm lying I'm on the jet when I'm flying I'm in the Bentley, I'm wheelin' I'm in the trench with my n***as and I know the feeling to see 20 million Funny money n***as counterfeit I could tell you ain't been around the sh** Like a swiper, when I got the black card 80 of them burners if they counterfeit Seen the money, and I know the sound of it It go (vrrrt vrrrt!) That's a lot of it Know that language that money machine clicking They been rap dissing, I ain't seen, n***as Know Omelly ready, I got Dean with us 7 on me, I got Leem with us Like that dirty dirty, how I lean n***as My wrist so subzero like freeze n***as Finish them n***as, I put an end to them n***as I'm on the roof with that scope When I hit them little b**hes like Remy my n***a [Hook: A$AP Ferg] You save 'em, we slay 'em Girl I ball [Verse 2: A$AP Ferg] Whip whip whip, whip it Me and your b**h in a Bentley Making it rain when she strippin' Hold up the umbrella like Bentley f** with a n***a that's righteous Call me Mr. East Coast I'm the tightest I remember when bedbugs was biting God bless me like a n***a got sinus Ooh Holy Ghost, I'm a baptist f**ing on ratchets Might get a Met Gala actress Who give me the top when I slap it Feeling like DJ Khaled She grabbin' on my dick getting careless Man I had to k** this beat, I'm a savage Meek Milly drop 20 on the atlas [Verse 3: Meek Mill] Back in this b**h and you know we reloaded Look at the credits and tell you who wrote it I had that b**h on my dick and she rode it And she wouldn't speak to you n***as and you know it I'm out in Cali I'm looking for Khloe Kylie, Kourtney or maybe Kendall, finesse with that swagger You know ima swindle you n***as don't getting the sh** that I'm mental sh** that I'm saying will prolly offend you You acting rowdy like Bobby was with you You only talk when that molly up in you Mehn you'll figure out when that tommy'll hit you Got bad b**hes in the A down in MIA talking in the bay When I'm on the west we ain't giving fades Cause I got the cake draco with the lazer on it

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