[Intro: Meyhem Lauren]
It's that "Chew, you fly" shit
Queens to Buffalo and back
[Chorus: Meyhem Lauren]
Stick to myself because I trust me
Pick a side, you a hustler or a custy?
I'm gettin' money when I'm sleepin'
No days off, I'm gettin' money on the weekend (On the weekend)
[Verse 1: Meyhem Lauren]
Y'all always broke like the Coliseum escalator
We've been official, ain't no issue, just refresh the data
Ask about us, if you doubt us, we the truth
Never remix work and speak officially in the booth (In the booth)
Precise projection, pistol pointed at your tooth
Shoot the cameras first, then take that shit to trial, we gettin' loot
I go to war, five deep, they kill ninety
Now you can't find me, Queens, we still grimy
I wrote this with forty on my wrist and a .40 on my hip
I ain't never put a .40 to my lips (.40 to my lips)
Anchor medallion, rockin' kilos on our necks
Far from basic when we flex, rest in peace my niggas ex
We play dice games for gold maple leaves
Watchin' strippers scrape the floor, like they rakin' leaves
Take a freeze and a bump, tell me I'm the truth
My face is more handsome than it was in my youth
Black Benjamin Button be stuntin' and somethin' bouncin'
In the Bentley, while doin' donuts on South, it Lauren AKA Laurenavici, uh
It's that "Chew, you fly" shit
Queens to Buffalo and back
[Chorus: Meyhem Lauren]
Stick to myself because I trust me
Pick a side, you a hustler or a custy?
I'm gettin' money when I'm sleepin'
No days off, I'm gettin' money on the weekend (On the weekend)
[Verse 1: Meyhem Lauren]
Y'all always broke like the Coliseum escalator
We've been official, ain't no issue, just refresh the data
Ask about us, if you doubt us, we the truth
Never remix work and speak officially in the booth (In the booth)
Precise projection, pistol pointed at your tooth
Shoot the cameras first, then take that shit to trial, we gettin' loot
I go to war, five deep, they kill ninety
Now you can't find me, Queens, we still grimy
I wrote this with forty on my wrist and a .40 on my hip
I ain't never put a .40 to my lips (.40 to my lips)
Anchor medallion, rockin' kilos on our necks
Far from basic when we flex, rest in peace my niggas ex
We play dice games for gold maple leaves
Watchin' strippers scrape the floor, like they rakin' leaves
Take a freeze and a bump, tell me I'm the truth
My face is more handsome than it was in my youth
Black Benjamin Button be stuntin' and somethin' bouncin'
In the Bentley, while doin' donuts on South, it Lauren AKA Laurenavici, uh
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