Money Ain’t No Issue Meek Mill (Ft. Fabolous & Future)

[Intro: TakBar and DJ Drama]
Yeah, it's DC nigga
You see what we doing in these fucking streets
Pushing the flyest whips, fucking the baddest chicks
Big guns with 30 shot clips, motherfuckers can't see us
All gold AP's, these niggas wearing G-Shocks
We sending G4 pilots to the Wing Stop
Going where they said we wouldn't and doing what they said we couldn't
We come from nothing nigga, let's get this fucking money
I got my money right, call me Rich Homie Dram

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
I'm sipping on patrón nigga
My bitch bad to the bone nigga
She fucked up, I'm fucked up
She like how we gon' get home nigga
I can't smoke that strong nigga
Swear that's word to my PO
That lil chick to expensive for you
I'll take her back like repo
Say, shorty want a pair of red bottoms
Fucked her good then I went and got 'em
Percs got me fucking for a hour
Got a boyfriend, forget about him
I got young niggas that'll get it popping
And all my niggas get a dollar
Started of with an impala
Now all my whips a hundred thousand
Hold up, Now throw your rollies up in the air
And wave that shit to the side nigga
Bad bitches just popping pussy, you dead broke just die nigga
On private jets, we fly nigga
Sipping lean, we high nigga
Stand tall, feet five nigga
They riding for ya, they die with ya
Say foreign whips my fucking problem
Got a couple, don't fucking drive them
My homies whip them like fucking molly
Mo' money mo' fucking problems
A Wraith coming, I take that
I'm everywhere that that cake at
Them hoes stunted, this the payback
I'm in a Rolls Royce screaming out Maybach