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Swizz Beatz

"Classic"

[Produced by Bangladesh]

[Intro: Swizz Beatz]
Woo! It’s hot outside man
Meek Millys coming daddy

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Hundred for the walkthrough, I'm not who you talk to
Drive by and wet you up, n*gga thats a carpool
Spitting all this hot sh*t, every single bar cool
Diamonds in the rollie face, animated cartoon
Call me Meek Milly, I don't play that sh*t
Got me on my nappy braids before the Maybach clique
Riding in the wheels of fortune, Pat Sajak sh*t
And all I rock is Balmain like I made that sh*t
I’ve been, front row fashion week looking like I'm in the show
Sitting in the foreign, leather softer than a dinner roll
Make a movie on your b*tch, tell her friend to get a role
You thought she was innocent, we laughing like she been a ho
Jumpin' out them Benzos, meet yo b*tch in the friend zone
She told you I was friendzoned, what? I'm in the endzone
Touchdown with a 2 point conversion, give her that di*k long
She busting like the clip long, Uber to send your b*tch home n*gga

[Interlude: Swizz Beatz]
It's hot outside, it's Meek Milly season

[Chorus: Swizz Beatz]
I got a fever b*tch
Hot outside, I got a fever b*tch
Feeling sick, I got a fever b*tch
In these Philly streets situations is
Police ain’t respecting the youth and
The youth ain't respecting the truth and
The Glock 9 is on me in the booth and
All I talk is that real sh*t the truth and

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
The money turned your b*tch into a gold digger
The money got me feeling like the old Jigga
And Jigga even told me you a cold n*gga
They ain’t believe me I was broke but I showed n*ggas
And I told n*ggas that I would expose n*ggas
Went to buy a pair of sneaks, landed at the Royce dealer
Brand new paper tag, haters never made me mad
You can ask your baby momma, I’m flyer than her baby dad
Looking at my neck, what that cost? Hundred-eighty cash
Looking at my b*tch, she remind me of a Stacey Dash
We was selling rock before Kareem Biggs, Damon Dash
Oh you think you fly with your lil' Dream Chasin’ ass?
We don’t chase b*tches, we chase money and that D'ussé
Cause when you get money, the hoes do whatever you say
Riding in a drop head, Phantom with the toupee
And if you’re just hearing this, then it’s probably too late

[Chorus: Swizz Beatz]
I got a fever b*tch
Hot outside, I got a fever b*tch
Feeling sick, I got a fever b*tch
In these Philly streets situations is
Police ain’t respecting the youth and
The youth ain't respecting the truth and
The Glock 9 on me in the booth and
All I talk is that real sh*t the truth and

[Outro: Swizz Beatz]
Meek Milly, Mack Milly
Get smacked silly, come to Philly
Come see it live in direct
You know, God dammit!

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