[Intro: Meek Mill]
(Omega), uh

[Verse 1: Meek Mill & Tee Grizzley]
I just maxed out with this lil' bitch up in Barneys
With the bag out, I walk in and lit up the party
I just smashed out with this lil' bitch in the 'Rari
And I cashed out, I'm a playboy rockin' Cartis, yeah (Cypress)
My lil' bitch from the D told me rock my buffs
We still duckin' from them D's, tryna rock it up
N***as pussy, throwin' flags, tryna chop it up (What?)
Handsome n***as in the streets, we get to poppin' up (Boom, boom)
Caught him comin' out the club, so, shit, we shot it up (Brrt)
Bitch was hangin' with the opps, so, shit, we shot at her (Brrt)
Show no mercy on them pussies, they ain't live enough (Fuck 'em)
They too broke to go to war, shit, they ain't got enough (Broke-ass n***as)
Ooh, we gon' come out (Yeah)
Too much money, it ain't funny, I won't run out (At all)
In the trenches, I'ma bring my Bentley truck out (Skrrt)
Tryna be low behind them tints, but I still stuck out
You ain't tryna give me that pussy, get the fuck out
Stack it in the winter, in the summer, we gon' bust out (Uh-uh)
Threw some shit, ain't hit nobody, and he struck out (Hoes)
Caught that n***a slidin' home and he got dug out, gang

[Chorus: Meek Mill & Tee Grizzley]
More money, more bitches
More millis, more riches (What else?), yeah, yeah (N***a)
Bendin' corners on a four-wheeler (Skrrt)
Made some more money, so I bought some more killers, yeah, yeah
[Verse 2: Tee Grizzley]
Only bosses talkin', n***a, shut the fuck up (Bitch ass up)
Hate my opps so much, I should go get 'em dug up (Dig 'em up)
Don't fuck on broke bitches no more, baby, I'm stuck-up (I can't do it)
Up that chopper on my brother, I don't trust nothin', wait, wait
N***a killed my auntie, let me live, boy, you foolish
When you die and go meet her, she gon' tell you you stupid
If these pussies got a problem, you know I got a solution
We gon' do it like math, subtract everybody included
I like fuckin' bitches soon as we meet
Only street n***a from the D made more money than me was Meech
First one go touch a hundred without goin' to jail is me
Only n***a with a song hard as "First Day Out" is Meek
Boy, you sweet
Heard you let them n***as rob you, we gon' rob you too
But they ain't shoot you, when I rob you, I'ma pop you too (Boom)
He ain't drop yet off the Glock, shoot the chopper too (Brrt)
I'll fuck a n***a main bitch, side bitch too (Both, n***a)

[Chorus: Meek Mill & Tee Grizzley]
More money, more bitches
More millis, more riches (What else?), yeah, yeah (N***a)
Bendin' corners on a four-wheeler (We ain't done yet, hold up)
Made some more money, so I bought some more killers, yeah, yeah

[Verse 3: Tee Grizzley]
Hold up, wait a minute, y'all thought I was finished? (Hold up)
Hardest chain in the game, this shit all in Guinness
How you gon' get ahead, you keep runnin' off on n***as?
I got 'em sick like I had a cold and coughed on n***as
I'm the same n***a from Joy Road with them dreads, yeah, them locks (Gang)
When I was 'round, they stayed in 'cause the clip curled on the chop (Bang)
We'll air you out, we'll tear you down, no flyin' up this block
I'ma bust it down into rocks, then go bust down me a watch, n***a