Hitmaka
Drop it like it’s hot (feat. lil wayne & loco)
[Intro: Ric Flair]
It's so hard for me to sit back here, in this studio
Looking at a guy out here hollering my name
When last year I spent more money on spilt liquor
In bars from one side of this world to the other, than you made
You're talking to the Rolex wearing, diamond ring wearing, kiss stealing (WOO!)
Wheeling dealing, Limousine riding, Jet Flying, son of a gun

[Hook: Meek Mill & French Montana]
These pussy ass n***as
Ain't bout that life, ain't bout that life (you ain't bout that life) x8

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
N***as wanna act loco? Who you with? numerous shots from the fo fo
Young n***a in the low low
Jumpin' out the thing with a little bad bitch like YOLO
44 on my hip line, this time ain't no joke
In the hood where there ain't no hope
Now everybody ridin' dirty like there ain't no soap
Everybody get to rappin' when there ain't no coke
Where the money n***a
Cop 44 a bird where I live at
Probably get the whole load if you get it back
Fish scale when snapped rented rack
Little n***a you ain't stuntin' give that rental back, oh
I like fast cars, fast broads
And my last car was like a Nascar it go vroom, vroom
Then skrr, skrr before I blast off
She go up and down like NASA
Bike life on your bitch n***a
Pop a wheelie all in that pussy she switchin' gears on this dick n***a
Still young, reckless, and rich n***a, yellow diamonds like piss n***a
Stones they glistening n***a, ya'll suckas don't do it like this n***a
[Hook: Meek Mill & French Montana]

[Verse 2: French Montana]
That n***a right there, that n***a right there
Look at that n***a right there
That bitch right there, that bitch right there
Look at that bitch right there
You ain't bout that life, you ain't bout that
That price tag you ain't bout that
That bitch you love we popped that
That shit talk you ain't bout that
Don't get caught in that traffic
N***as ain't bout that action
You can keep your chain
My n***as don't want that plastic
N***as talkin' bout they got mill
N***as talkin' bout they got wheels
N***as talkin bout they got skill
He alright, he not real
Got a little flow that's cool with me
Got a little dough that's cool with me
Got a little watch a little jewelry
Them Self Made n***as, Volume 3
That work get through like woo!
Shorty got that Ric Flair pussy like woo
[Hook: Meek Mill & French Montana]

[Verse 3: K Kutta]
[?]
Don't handle your business
When the car pull up
Ya'll n***as slippin', with the window rolled up
That choppa with the whipper
Ain't no God, ain't no priest
Just your body, floating in blood exposed to the street
I'm bout that life, I don't play no game
That snitch shit lame
In the booth you know I'm flame
Why the fuck you in the game
MMG, come and get that bang
That Marley [?]
MMG, cut that check
Plus a rollie and a chain
Ya'll n***as fake like [?]
Roll the ghost, drop the top
Bad bitch, suck the cock
In the crib or in the car
Pussy n***a hatin' cause I'm a star
Pussy n***a hatin' like he a star
Pussy n***a [?] like who ya are
Pussy [?] around my cock
[Hook: Meek Mill & French Montana]

[Verse 4: Torch]
You ain't about that ye
You ain't never seen a brick roll down a whole tray
All I know is gunplay
Hit my n***a gunplay anytime broad day
I be stackin' that cash
I be [?] ya'll stay
I ain't even tryin' to aim everybody in that bitch
Get that straight y'all can push that drop, I done whip [?]
I can flip that molly you ain't seen anybody
I ain't run my dough
I ain't even seen a n***a who shot em in they own blood
Had to wipe Mama tears
She dreamin' I'm dead
My n***as gettin' bread
My n***as beat the feds
Every night I send they a photo on my bed
You ain't bout that life, that life
Keep a hundred shots in that pipe
200 on my dash
Thousand grams of that white
Sky Dweller, my watch
2 kilos, my cuban
Courtside like Mark cuban
You gettin' money then prove it

[Hook: Meek Mill & French Montana]

[Verse 5: Iceberg]
When they sit on sight and they sit on tight
With n***as who snipe
With a big ol' fire
N***a sit on down, yous a goddamn joke
Whatchu out there doin?
You goin' get yourself hurt [?]
These guns really shoot and these packs really move
And I keep them m's, and ya'll n***as still playin'
I'm tryin' to build my bread lil n***a
I can't hear, lil n***a I kill for a grand
What the fuck is you saying
I'm tryin' to shower my bitches with black box
Nino Brown [?] someone's baby momma
Fuck n***a keep talkin' crazy
I'mma buy your bitch and start claiming your daughter n***a
All my whips are from across the border n***a
If you a fuck n***a i'll fuckin' shoot a n***a
When we pull up ho's get starstruck
This live house
MMG, I'mma teach you fuck n***as to boss up

[Verse 6: Diddy]
Man these n***as ain't bout that life, naw
And this shit they talkin' I got that twice
Bitch I'm Diddy ho fuck your advice
I said bitch I'm Diddy ho fuck your life
Ho shut your mouth when you in the presence of kings
I ball like LeBron but I got a couple more rings
I got love for all my hatin' n***as I heard you said some things
You bitch n***as need love too I might take you under my wing

[Verse 7: Rick Ross]
Car expensive, jack a n***a
What they know? I head crack a n***a
Shots fired dont ask a n***a
Gangsta got killed by a rappin' n***a
I'm Michael Corleone
Scarface bitch I got it goin' on
One time for all the feds watchin'
Get inside tips when your money long
Got big, my plan bigger
I'm a die tryna squeeze my damn trigger
Think when you touch that 50 m
Victory white, I got five of them
Pull up on the corner with shinin' rims
Smiling like a n***a when he got a deal
Dying, always on my mind for real
Empire, always what I want to build