[Intro: Meek Mill]
Yeah, ooh
These one of them, uh
Call 'em legendary nights
We gon' bring that shit all the way back to the P, uh
I'm from North Philly, I get money, I fuck bitches too, no cap
So much money I don't know what to do
Young n***a jumping out them Ghosts playing peakaboo
Bad bitch, never seen this type money, ain't no what to do

[Chorus: Meek Mill, Offset & Quavo]
Maxin' (Yessir, I been maxin' on these n***as)
I just beat the case, smooth criminal, Michael Jackson (Straight out the back though, skrrt, skrrt-skrrt)
I rock all designer on the jet, this high-fashion (Go, board the jet, hey)
I heard n***as talking on the net, don't see no action (Who? Hey)
I think you n***as capping (Who? Capping)
Yeah

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
N***as barely hanging on, shit, they ain't critical
Leveled up on all my exes now they miserable
You got cap in all your raps and I ain't feeling you
Just keep it clean and watch that shit you say in them interviews
Maxing, twenty bitches on the island, they relaxing
I can't claim a Billie Jean, no Michael Jackson
I'm way out in Beverly Hills acting ratchet
'Cause I been maxing, uh
Young n***a, had to get it out the back block
Task force, Tuesday, had the stackbox
Glock on me, investigation like it's [?]
Never told, hard to [?] with a padlock