Ball Player Meek Mill (Ft. Quavo)

[Intro]
That, that, that, that, that, that be Maaly Raw!

[Chorus: Quavo]
Pulled off in an Aston, ten hoes in a mansion
Only two of 'em natural, other eight all plastic (Ayy)
They don't wanna go to college but the brain intelligent
Make me wanna do the Heisman when I drink the right medicine
Ball player, ball player, crib in the Himalayas
Put my bitch in the streets, you put your bitch on the shelves (Ayy)
Big weight, fish scales, blue bird in the mail
Feelin' like Blue's Clues, here come the mail, I wanna yell

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Yeah, fuck up a check (Fuck it up)
I might go flood the Patek
I'm at the jeweler, 200 in cash
I tell that nigga to bust down my neck
I'm with your bitch and she bustin' it down
Bustin' it open, we bustin' at necks
I let it go when I bust in her mouth
She come in the kitchen, you love her to death (Ew)
Kickin' that shit like Bruce Lee
Zone, zone, zone, no 2, 3
I won't fuck her sushi
Stacking that paper like loose leaf
Pull up in the hood, we too deep
Big Maybach, like 'scuse me
My friends dead like Uzi's
I don't play with no goofies, hell no!