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Oh hot outside man
Meek Millys daddy

Hundred for the Im not who you talk to
Drive by wet you up, nigga a carpool
Spitting all this hot shit, single bar cool
Diamonds in the rollie face, animated
me Meek Milly I don't play that shit
Got me on my nappy braids before the Maybach
Riding in the of fortune, Pat Sajak shit
And all I rock is Balmain like I that shit
I've been, front row fashion
like I'm in the show
Sitting in the foreign leather, softer a dinner roll
a movie on your bitch, tell her friend to get a role
You she was innocent
We like she been a ho
up those benzos
Me yo bitch in the zone
She you I was friendzoned, what?
I'm in the
with a 2 point conversion
Give her that dick
She like the clip long
Uber to send your home nigga

I got a fever bitch, hot outside I got a fever
Feeling sick I fever bitch
In these philly streets is
Police ain't respecting the and
The youth respecting the truth and
The Glock 9 on me in the and
All I is that real shit the truth and

The money turned bitch into a gold digger
The money got me feeling the old Jigga
And Jigga even me you a cold nigga
They ain't me I was broke
But I showed niggas and I niggas
I would dispose niggas
Went to buy a of sneaks
Landed at the dealer
Brand new tag
Haters never me mad
You get at your baby
I'm flyer her baby dad
at my neck
What that Hundred-eighty cash
at my bitch, she remind me of a Stacey Dash
We was selling rock before Kareem Biggs, Dame and
Oh you think you fly with your lil' dream ass?
We chase bitches, we chase money and that [D'ussé]
when you get money, the hoes do whatever you say
Riding in a drop head, with the toupe
And if you're just hearing this, then it's too late

I got a fever bitch, hot outside I got a bitch
Feeling sick I gotta fever
In philly streets situations is
Police respecting the youth and
The youth respecting the truth and
The 9 on me in the coupe and
All I talk is that shit the truth and

Meek
Milly
Get silly
Come to
Come see it and direct
You know it, God