Meek Mill - Where Dey Do Dat lyrics

[Hook: Meek Mill] Where they do that where they do that Where they do that where they do that I don't know not around here We getting to the money trappers of the year [Verse 1: Meek Mill] Where they do that not around here Slide through your block on the Banshee first gear Ya Pradas on my feet D squared Lame a** n***as sitting back to the rear Every time I look up them hoes trying to f** Every time I drop I give a rapper bad luck Shucks, pull up on em, daddy's on d** Now they climb back [?] What you want to do when I come through [?] a** rappers I check them like one two Ain't a b**h around my n***as run through Either she f** me then maybe she f** you In the VIP sipping on Rosé Rose gold rollie same color [?] Pockets guacamole don't be on me like you know me I pull up in the spur I'm balling on them like Ginóbili Swish, that's a bad b**h for three there Haters say there looking for me they don't ever be there Break these lizards down, get em in the club when we there Swagger on a hundred introduce them to that D squared [Hook] [Verse 2: Young Chris] Bring them all back no strings attached I don't have a main ho, baby I'm a mack All about my mills and I keep a gutter Body like Nicki got me thinking no rubber [?] already taking over Wall like Kentucky you boys can't touch me Box like Floyd pretty boy make it ugly Bout to bring it home Philly young C. Utley Get over here where that a** belong Let's f** and listen to Usher baby, daddy's home Mary Jane pa** the strong I'm loving this little lemon like a Mary song Keep that a** on top like a carry on Then I hit it from the back, in that a** like a thong f** all night, last 'til the morn Baby girl get up shake that a** to the song Champ, Patron in our section To you haters I got a little suggestion You try to blame the economy while you stressing Most of y'all n***as was broke before the recession [Hook] [Verse 3: Meek Mill] I'm winning big face spending [?] Ferragamo white linen We ball hard ninth inning Tell them hoes I don't want to talk I'm spending That a** fat she got a donk She whisper in my ear she trying to f** I'm like what she like yeah I [?] that b**h, get over here Meek Milly chilling with the dilly Twenty-two and under, top three North Philly That's me, like Willie You a hater like Bottles of Patron, let the [?] spill Sliding through the club like I'm walking on wheels Neck on bling, wrist on chill sh**ting on these n***as got the b**hes like ew My pocket look like precious Check out the diamonds dancing in my necklace Getting money, young black reckless Shawtys hear the law from the door, get naked [Hook] [Outro: Meek Mill] Throw your Rollies in the sky And wave them side to side Keep them real high And if you got an Audemar Hommie show it off And if you got a Brietling watch Show them its the right watch And if your Louie bag real throw it up And if your Gucci bag real throw it up And if you getting to the paper You never been a hater Let me see have a hater throwing up