[Verse 1: Meek Mill] Hundred grand large on the watch, blessed Quarter mil for the Mulsanne, flex All my niggas gon' cash checks And all y'all niggas look mad stressed And we ain't even made niggas mad yet Cause next time I grab, I'm a grab jet I might go Bugatti, with a bad bitch beside me Nigga hotter than Wasabi, get that ass wet Young niggas going hard in the streets We ain't ever know to call the police Got birds for the twenty five K Sounds like a bargain to me Young niggas getting money In the Bent, leather looking like spalding to me And I don't know what no line look like Hundred bad bitches gettin' all in with me Get 'em all in for free Started, started with a quarter ounce of hard rock And now I got a lot of cars If a nigga talk the foreigns, got a car lot And everybody talkin' money But they ain't showing numbers like the call block And all I do is count money Fuck pretty ass hoes, and car shop
[Hook: Meek Mill] Yeah nigga I'm leanin', leanin' Young rich nigga, I'm leanin' Puffin' on strong, getting gold, bad bitches Looking like Nia Long I mean it Nigga I'm leanin', leanin' Young rich nigga, I'm leanin' Sippin' on promethazine that nigga My team got money all season Nigga I'm leanin'
[Verse 2: Travis Scott] Mmm, leanin' -- damn near spilled my semen (straight up) Had a twenty-twenty on my preacher wife Damn near see my demons (La Flame!) Loose furs, hyenas For the love of money and Selena Vatos losing their nerves, bird niggas on the curbs And let 'em pull up and do the Macarena H-town niggas spilled Peach Crush on my jeans Never go far with no bitch with no condoms Unless they can cover the lease on my beamer (straight up) Ahh, you know, Louboutins don't touch my hoes Let's go down in Ibiza town We get cold, you don't need no coat Motherfucker, I'm leanin' Don't talk to me, couple street niggas Think twice before crossing me Meek, these niggas shit can't last that long Why these motherfuckers keep bothering me I'm leanin', for a minute you had me Then the second I caught it when it passed me Oh no (straight up) Somebody pass me a blunt and a double world cup Motherfucker, motherfucker...
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[Outro: Birdman] See we started trap, before we was rap And then we was, trappin' at rap Shining on these hoes, high life This what we live now Blowin' out the pop Italian on the floor nigga You understand me Stepping onto a mil nigga (They say money rule the world You can't pay God with it) Step your game up nigga Or lose your bitch nigga It's just that simple
[Diddy] Yeah, we dreamchasers We out there gettin' this money So you can't fuck with everybody Cause everybody ain't at you motherfucking level So the motherfuckers that don't understand you They wind up motherfucking hating you So you know what you gotta do You gotta hate those motherfuckers too Fuck them niggas Fuck they motherfucking mommmas They daddies, they aunts, they uncles And they little tee tees, too Ayo, suck a dick Meek Mill, let's get it