I’m The Shit Meek Mill (Ft. Ms. Jade)

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Chilling in the cut higher than a Louis tag
When I see them biddies I remind them of a Gucci bag
Cause they want me and they need me
I'm like Seymour, feed me
I'm getting money believe me
Hoes want to fuck the kid cause I'm on T.V
Diamonds in my neck, check [?]
[?] Pradas up and down [?]
Shades on wonder where I got that from Stevie
We be anywhere them motherfucking keys be
Easy I make it look
Bad bitch gon' take a look
Dawg I'm on another page I might as well just make a book
Niggas that can spit but never ever could they make a hook
That's why they can't stand it, and I'm in demanding
Boss shit raw shit I could get your man hit
I put bread all over that beef like a sandwhich

[Hook: Meek Mill]
I'm the shit
Check out my swag, look at my pockets, and do the math
We getting money you doing bad
I see in these niggas faces that they mad
Cause I'm the shit I'm the shit I'm the shit I'm the shit
Ya I'm the shit I'm the shit I'm the shit I'm the shit
I'm the shit I'm the shit I'm the shit I'm the shit
Ya I'm the shit I'm the shit I'm the shit I'm the shit