Ball To Da Max Meek Mill

[Intro: Meek Mill]
Dream team! Here we go again! We do this!

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
I got a neck full of hate, wrist full of jealousy
When I was 18, that's when I caught my first felony
Now, I'm in a Phantom, just a cruising like Penelope
Dipping like the blue cheese and counting all the celery
All this bullshit coke, fuck is niggas selling me?
They got me in the studio, rapping; making melodies
Just to get my cash back, tryna get my stash back
Nightmares of being broke, man, I be having flashbacks
Nigga fuck my bitch, you better ask him where the cash at
All white Mazaradi, looking like a lab rat
Nigga broker than a Joke, why you think you're laughed at?
I'm a rude boy, Top Shotta like Mad Max
We was at the club, she told me "Teach me how to dougie"
Took her to lofts, she told me "Teach me how to suck it"
She only wanna fuck me cuz she know I get that money
I don't know what that bitch thinking, she can't get a dollar from me!

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
We ball to da max, all we know is spend it
And go and get it back
She all on my dick cuz I make a lot of paper
And I know I'm winning cuz I make a lot of haters
Swag on 100, my wrist on froze
Money, cash, hoes; that's all a nigga knows
I say money, cash, hoes; that's all a nigga knows