[Featuring: Rick Ross]
[Meek Mill]
I got these n***as hating on me, but I dont give a fuck
Because they bitches waiting for me, Im just counting all this money
And buying all these hammers
So when these n***as play I let my shooters go bananas
Diamonds flashing like a camera, my whip sound like a monster
My bitch got on that shit, she got a million dollar sponsor
These n***as getting sicker, somebody call the doctor
Cause all this blood dripping 20 racks I Louis Vuitton that
I got dolce & gabana, Gucci, Louie, Prada
Fly as hell white socks boy, I got a lot of
And cabanas, thats where theyll prolly find us
Sayonara to your honor
[Rick Ross]
I spoil them bitches, I am play them n***as
Wipe my ass with them riches like its some toilet tissues
Fuck with the winter, mix in the winter
Feel the death of you millionaire, Meek be that n***a
You n***as hating, my n***as balling
Popping fans counting dollars, buying them Magnum bottles
My bitch is patient, your bitch is born
Fucked her that Friday night, we both wake up on Sunday morn
[Meek Mill]
Young n***a lot of cash, bad bitch lot of ass
Lamborghini kinda fast, it got his head
Made me bring them sticks out, AK with the
These n***as is kinda nice, which means that they kinda act
I be on all kinds of shit, boy I get all kinds of cash
Monday Im wear Jayz, Tuesday in my Prada bag
Wednesday I go Louis Vuitton, and say how youve been
I say doing hard, I go hard like 2 LeBrons
I hit the booth, no
Im superman, my bitch is super fly
I make her head on wanna kill herself, suicide
A n***a play me, he know its do or die
Cause I got a big Mac, in that bitch we super size
Rolling with our hundred group, boy I got a hundred juice
Bout to fuck a hundred hoes, all the bitches coming soon
Tell them that Im coming now, tell them Ima come
Bought my Chevy super hot, I named her summer juice
[Rick Ross]
I spoil them bitches, I am play them n***as
Wipe my ass with them riches like its some toilet tissues
Fuck with the winter, mix in the winter
Feel the death of you millionaire, Meek be that n***a
You n***as hating, my n***as balling
Popping fans counting dollars, buying them Magnum bottles
My bitch is patient, your bitch is born
Fucked her that Friday night, we both wake up on Sunday morn
[Meek Mill]
We got it Rose, hose
He said that I was like ok
She said give me money, I was like no way
She got mad and touched my phone and ain't no work giving in no pay
Im like be gone bitch, be gone bitch
I pop a turn on my switch
Them bitches ain't on that, n***a cause they on this
You put them on money and I put them on dick
[Rick Ross]
I spoil them bitches, I am play them n***as
Wipe my ass with them riches like its some toilet tissues
Fuck with the winter, mix in the winter
Feel the death of you millionaire, Meek be that n***a
You n***as hating, my n***as balling
Popping fans counting dollars, buying them Magnum bottles
My bitch is patient, your bitch is born
Fucked her that Friday night, we both wake up on Sunday morn