got these niggas hatin' on me But I don't give a fuck, because they bitches waiting on me I'm just counting all this money, and buying all these hammers So when these niggas play, I let my shooters go bananas Diamonds flashing like a camera, my whip sound like a monster My bitch got on that shit, she got a million dollar sponsor These niggas getting sick, somebody call a doctor Cause all this blood drippin', 20 racks I Louboutin her I go Dolce & Gabana, Gucci Louis Prada Fly as hell in YSL boy I got a lot of 'em Madre and cabanas, that's where they probably find us Jumpin' off the jet, like sayonara to ya honor
[Hook: Rick Ross] I spoil them bitches, I employ them niggas Wipe my ass with the riches like it's some toilet tissue Fuck with a winner, minks in the winter Philadelphia millionaire, Meek be that nigga Yo niggas hatin', my niggas ballin' Poppin' bands, countin' dollars, buyin' the Magnum bottles My bitch is patient, yo bitch is boring Fucked her that Friday night, we both woke up that Sunday morning
[Verse 2: Meek Mill] Young nigga, lotta cash, bad bitch, lotta ass Lamborghini kinda fast, it got these haters kinda mad Make me bring them sticks out, AK with the comma and These niggas is kinda nice, which means they kinda ass I be on all kinds of shit, boy I get all kinds of cash Monday I'mma wear my J's, Tuesday in my Prada bag Wednesday I go Louboutin, they say "How you been?" I say "Doing fine" Bitch I ball hard like 2 Lebrons, I hit the booth, no suit and tie I'm Superman, my bitch is super fly I make a hater wanna kill hisself, suicide A nigga play with me? He know it's do or die Cause I got a big Mac, and that bitch be super sized Rollin' with a hundred goons, boy I got a hundred jewels 'Bout to fuck a hundred hoes, all them bitches coming soon Tell 'em that I'm comin' now, tell 'em I'mma common coon Boy my shit be super hot, I name my album summer June
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[Verse 3: Meek Mill] Bugatti with Rozay, 'bout to meet Jose He said that that workin', I was like "okay" She say give me money, I was like "no way" She got mad and text my phone, it ain't no work if there ain't no pay I'm like be gone bitch, be gone bitch I pop a perc, turn on my own switch Them bitches ain't on that, nigga cause they on this You put 'em on money, I put 'em on dick, really though