[Intro: Meek Mill]
See what it is, they don't know a rock from a diamond
I'm like hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up
Wait a minute, motherfucker

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Ugh! I pull in your hood in a brand new Wraith (Like skrr!)
Tell your bitch "Fall back, n***a" (For what), we ain't got no space (No way)
And your bitch ain't bad (No), n***a, you ain't got no taste (Whoa)
And everybody want to be the king, like the deck ain't got no Ace
Half of my bitches, they richer than me
Hoes that you payin', I'm hittin' for free
I used to pass up on that pussy, my n***a
You payin' that thot just to give her some D
God damn, God damn
I'm with a white bitch named Roxanne
And she ain't home yet 'cause she got plans
And y'all hatin' n***as can't shake my hand

[Chorus: Meek Mill & Quavo]
'Cause that shit contagious (Woo), these n***as outrageous
Started off buzzin' like pagers
Now I got paper, just look at these acres
Wake up like, "Where is my neighbors?"
Prolly in Vegas (Vegas), shootin' dice at the table
The feds, they watch me like cable
Do me a favor, don't do me no favors
A favor can get too contagious