[Intro]
(Ayy, Yung, but he got that talent)
(Yo, Nick Papz, make it slap)
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Yeah, this twenty a pill
Ran up a check, get this Patek baguette, he made twenty more mill'
Drop on the opp and then jump on the chopper and go to the Hills
My youngin go Call of Duty with that chopper and he wanna kill
Yeah, shitted on a nigga, did it on purpose
I tell my other bitch, "Go with my other bitch"
Just to get my other bitch a new Birkin
Pretty white toes, pussy was perfect
Fuck in the back of the 'Bach with the curtains
Fuck from the back and this bitch started squirtin'
No, you didn't get this shit on my Persian, ooh
Go gеt this bitch some new purses, cool
I swipе my card, I don't feel it
She had a lame, she healin'
Now she on a plane, she chillin'
And she post a pic on the 'Gram, you feel it?
I know that nigga wanna kill her 'cause she in a villa, going H.A.M. with tequila
Made it my plan to get richer, I pull up, I jump out the Lamb', me and Jigga, woah
[Chorus: T-Shyne & Meek Mill]
Woah, this that go shit (Yeah)
Lil' bitch tryna act smart with me, but she don't know shit (Yeah)
7-Eleven, I bought all the Backwoods, sodas, and Trojans (And Trojans)
It's like five hundred bitches at the crib, but we still lettin' more in (Yeah, more in)
Woah, this that go shit (That go shit)
This that stunt on them niggas, might put two watches on both wrists (Let's go)
My trap boomin', these niggas out here ain't havin' no motion (No motion)
Back in the day, we was hoppin' in whips and ridin' it stolen (Stolen, skrrt)
(Ayy, Yung, but he got that talent)
(Yo, Nick Papz, make it slap)
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Yeah, this twenty a pill
Ran up a check, get this Patek baguette, he made twenty more mill'
Drop on the opp and then jump on the chopper and go to the Hills
My youngin go Call of Duty with that chopper and he wanna kill
Yeah, shitted on a nigga, did it on purpose
I tell my other bitch, "Go with my other bitch"
Just to get my other bitch a new Birkin
Pretty white toes, pussy was perfect
Fuck in the back of the 'Bach with the curtains
Fuck from the back and this bitch started squirtin'
No, you didn't get this shit on my Persian, ooh
Go gеt this bitch some new purses, cool
I swipе my card, I don't feel it
She had a lame, she healin'
Now she on a plane, she chillin'
And she post a pic on the 'Gram, you feel it?
I know that nigga wanna kill her 'cause she in a villa, going H.A.M. with tequila
Made it my plan to get richer, I pull up, I jump out the Lamb', me and Jigga, woah
[Chorus: T-Shyne & Meek Mill]
Woah, this that go shit (Yeah)
Lil' bitch tryna act smart with me, but she don't know shit (Yeah)
7-Eleven, I bought all the Backwoods, sodas, and Trojans (And Trojans)
It's like five hundred bitches at the crib, but we still lettin' more in (Yeah, more in)
Woah, this that go shit (That go shit)
This that stunt on them niggas, might put two watches on both wrists (Let's go)
My trap boomin', these niggas out here ain't havin' no motion (No motion)
Back in the day, we was hoppin' in whips and ridin' it stolen (Stolen, skrrt)
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