[Intro: Meek Mill & Lil Juice]
Eastside to the westside shit
You already know how we carryin' it
(Maybach Music)
Salute
Tay Keith, fuck these n***as up!
Yeah

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
My young n***a, he low, ain't got no Instagram
But he do them wackies for the fifty bands
Fear nothing, redrum and that's on any man
We like dough boy, we gon' smoke boy, out that minivan (Woah)
Rocking Off-White on my off-night
N***as swing a punch, it be a lost life
Told my dawg to put that TEC up, that don't spark right
Money dancing at the clearport, this a boss life
When I be on the West, I know some real Crips
Going platinum with them choppas, making real hits
I done lost so many homies, I can't feel shit
So I been jumping out that chopper like I'm Will Smith
Her ass fake but she a real bitch
Suck me super good and she ain't hard to deal with
And she don't post me either, she be on some chill shit
And she know if she fuck a lame, I cut her real quick
Gang
[Chorus: Meek Mill]
Cut that bitch off (Cut that bitch)
If she ain't a dime, she make my dick soft (Fuck that bitch)
Rocking the Saint Laurent, we having a drip off (Let it drip)
N***a, I've been ballin' since the tip off (Tip off, woah)

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
G5, I got a set of twin bitches
Me and Diddy, money not a big difference (Haha)
Crib on a lake, and it's so remote
Half a brick in the Wraith, smoking on the roach
I got sliders that will hit you for a stack
Walk up on you, strike you like you was a match
Walk you in a dome, and I can't hide a patch
You was innocent but you was running with a rat (Ha)
I got a two door with the Fendi seats
Two Cuban links, I'm living big as Meech
I'm moving kilos like they funnel cakes
Got me on a record, patience, screaming "Andele"
Went from sleeping on a floor, feeling hunger pains
Try to keep up with your boy, I've seen a hundred things
Hundred karats on my neck, look like a hundred chains
All these pussies getting wet, they think that I'm to blame
Gang

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
Cut that bitch off (Cut that bitch)
If she ain't a dime, she make my dick soft (Fuck that bitch)
Rocking the Saint Laurent, we having a drip off (Let it drip)
N***a, I've been ballin' since the tip off (Tip off, woah)
[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Gold presidential when I'm on the clock
Twenty old schools when I'm on the block
I got the baddest bitches, ain't know who to watch
If she post another n***a, I'ma cut her off
Money on the table, when I want to talk
N***a think I'm Ronald Reagan, the way I want to walk
Quick to drop them bombs like I'm Gorbatschow
And I got the baddest bitches rocking Polo, Ralph
Woah

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
Cut that bitch off (Cut that bitch)
If she ain't a dime, she make my dick soft (Fuck that bitch)
Rocking the Saint Laurent, we having a drip off (Let it drip)
N***a, I've been ballin' since the tip off (Tip off, woah)