Giving Chanel Meek Mill (Ft. Future)

[Intro: Meek Mill]
(KJ, what you got goin' on, man?)
(Yo, Nick Papz, make it slap) Brr

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Come with the gang, he one of the gang, I get him a lawyer or pay him a bail
He a lil' shooter, he ain't got no bitches, I get one my bitches to send him some mail
I was just whippin' the 'Rari on Collins, givin' 'em hell
She was just eatin' it 'til she cryin' (Ooh), it's givin' Chanel
Give me some money, I know what to do, I turn one into two and just give a scale
Stackin' my coins, all my diamonds is water, I'm knowin' these niggas ain't wishin' me well
He got hit up that yard stick (Brr), ooh, his kidneys failed
I've been puttin' it on and you know I'ma pop shit 'cause I'm really for rеal
I ain't kissin' and tell, I'ma keep it a racky, niggas never could pack mе
In the back of the 'Bach with a Maybach in back me, know I'm rich as an athlete
And I know what to do if them people come grab me, no, I'm never gon' pass peaks
Say I'm tellin on who? Get you smoked automatically, it'll go on my rap sheet (Brr, brr)
Ooh, racks
She throwin' it 'cause it was fat (Okay)
I'm blowin' it 'cause I be knowin' I lock and get focused, and go get it back (Yeah)
She gettin' real hype 'round Mike, Hov and I just told her, "Relax"
This shit out the trenches, I'm fresh out the kitchen from turnin' the stove to the max
And they killed my dog a few days ago, I ain't holdin' it back (Lil' B)
Can't even explain how I feel, unless I'm rollin' off these pills (Rollin')
I smoke some weed to go to sleep and wake up prayin' it ain't real
Go through some new shit every week, I need some head so I could chill (For real)
For real, for real, for real, for real, really like that, for real, for real
Nigga got smacked, for real, for real, ain't layin' like that in the field, for real
Really got back, I started with nothin', I'll show you how to run up them Ms for real