[Hook: Young Dro] I'm clean in this bitch I'm clean in this bitch I'm clean in this bitch Grand Hustle team with kings we getting rich (x2)
[Verse 1: Meek Mill] I'm Prada-ed down Polo-ed up Hit the A, tell Charlie hold up Call my nigga Dro, pull a rose up [?] body *** looking like a tour bus I'm clean in this bitch leaning like they selling Promethazine in this bitch I'm Grand Hustle team with kings we getting rich Wilding on the couch screaming out "free my nigga TIP" Meek Milly what's the deally I be popping like a wheelie I put on for my city I go hard for North Philly that be me Diamonds so clear you can see them in HD I'm down to disappear pop up all on MTV Niggas looking at the screen like its ghosts that they see I like my Rosé red my diamonds blue my money green TIP put me on the team cause I'm so fresh and so clean
[Hook: Young Dro]
[Verse 2: Young Dro] I'm clean in this bitch Young Dro Grand hustle flow My [?] play stingray everything [?] Dro and Meek Mill get respect to the utter most Cocaina deals white bricks just like Russell Crowe New York City leather coat out in Buffalo And when I lie to hoes my *** be growing like Pinocchio I ain't really sociable my 44 ain't approachable [?] shawty I stay right close to the [?] Stupid *** pistol I like to make that thing transform Fucking get your whole block blew up by this hand bomb When I heard this track I started tripping like a *** Went up in the booth and went sicker than a *** Triple thugger, oh you know I'm all about that shine ho All kinds of ice bitch my diamonds got diamonds on Stupid *** fresh shawty you don't want to pardon me Hold up, I need to answer my phone some ho calling me
[Verse 3: Meek Mill] I'm clean in this bitch players only live uno Ralph Lauren all the way to the ground you know Prada on my feet my chick a five times two though My flow be hot as hell but my wrist keep me cool though Cujo, ya cause I be snapping and I ain't trapping I'm just rapping and look what happened It ain't march I'm causing madness We Maybaching on them two-tone Crushing them like crouton The cheers in the rear leaning back on the futon Grand Hustle we do one thing Get money money money money money I'm a young king I don't talk I let my gun sing Nigga got a problem with it tell them my revolver said it