Ride Wit Me Trae tha Truth (Ft. Meek Mill & T.I.)

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Bounce wit me now, bounce
Bounce wit me now, bounce
Bounce wit me now, bounce
Uh
I stay fresher than a motherfucker, cleaner than a pimp
Big 40 got me walkin' with a limp
With a limp, little nigga gettin' rich
Started off eatin' noodles, every night steak and shrimp, lord
Little nigga take a glimpse
Pockets say cheese like a nigga takin' flicks
Got a thick ho, she can't even take a dick
Fly nigga blowin' up, you would think I was a blimp
Or a plane in the sky gettin' brain from a dime
In the back of the jet only thing on my mind
Is the money and the clothes, cars and the hoes
And my little nigga probably growin' tall gettin' old
Woah
What your life like, sir
Money machines sounding like a typewriter
Probably eat the pussy but I wouldn't wife her
Off the floor, aventador, I pull off like skrr (like skrr)
Kitty in the engine might purr
Sippin' on the lean so a nigga might slur
Promethazine make my vision go blur
And these diamonds on my neck and my wrist like burr
So cold, oh no I ain't gotta go go
Cause my prezzy rose gold
And I'm ballin' Pro Bowl
Romo niggas quarterbackin' with my old ho
But I ain't trippin, YOLO nigga