Tomorrow Meek Mill (Ft. Yung Ro)

[Intro: Meek Mill]
(Cheese, his name is Cheese)
Go, go, go
Yeah (Cheese)
Ah, I've been in my— (I've been in my—)
I've been in my— (I've been in my—)
I've been in my motherfuckin' bag (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Gang, gang, gang, gang, yeah)

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
He say he want smoke with me
I might get him smoked tomorrow
Speakin' on my dead homies on the 'Gram, he got to go tomorrow
I be on that money 'cause all that violence I might go too far (Brrt)
If I be honest, I ain't really respond 'cause I ain't even knowin' y'all

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Pretty thing suckin' all on this D until she choke out
Extendo in this Glicky, can't еven hide it, it's gon' poke out (Uh-huh)
Keepin' in mind my businеss
Havin' my hoes all at my ho house (Mine)
Two hundred bands to go to the club, and I ain't really tryna go out (No, I ain't)
Hundred racks on me, give her ten bands if she show out (Ten bands)
Got to keep that strap on me never know how it's gon' turn out (Brrt)
Take her to a island, somewhere private, she ain't even heard about
Playin' nonchalant but I know I'm that nigga they worry 'bout
Gettin' head all in the air
Bad bitch top tier, that ain't even fair (Fair)
Trapper of the year, walk in the bank (Frrt), check gon' clear (Clear)
Pillow talk wit' her
Y'all niggas be weird, I really be sharin' (Weirdos)
Give some ones to her, might fuck her real good
I don't really be carin' with none of these hoes
I don't wanna be playin' (None of 'em)
This Rolls so new, it drive itself, I don't really be steerin' (Skrrt)
Virgil made this Louis on me his self like, "What it he wearin'?" (What?)
I'm gon' pop my shit and buy myself, I'm with my mans
Even whenever I'm up, I get in that van (Slide)