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Oh hot outside man
Meek coming daddy

Hundred for the Im not who you talk to
by wet you up, nigga thats a carpool
Spitting all this hot shit, every bar cool
Diamonds in the face, animated cartoon
Call me Meek Milly I don't play that
Got me on my nappy braids the Maybach clique
Riding in the of fortune, Pat Sajak shit
And all I rock is Balmain like I made shit
I've been, front row fashion
like I'm in the show
Sitting in the foreign leather, than a dinner roll
Make a movie on your bitch, tell her friend to get a
You thought she was
We like she been a ho
Chopping up those
Me yo bitch in the zone
She told you I was friendzoned,
I'm in the
Touchdown a 2 point conversion
her that dick long
She like the clip long
Uber to send bitch home nigga

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

The money turned your into a gold digger
The got me feeling like the old Jigga
And even told me you a cold nigga
They believe me I was broke
But I showed niggas and I niggas
I would dispose niggas
Went to buy a pair of
Landed at the dealer
Brand new tag
Haters made me mad
You get at your momma
I'm than her baby dad
at my neck
What that cost? cash
Looking at my bitch, she remind me of a Stacey
We was selling before Kareem Biggs, Dame and Dash
Oh you think you fly your lil' dream chasin' ass?
We don't chase bitches, we chase money and [D'ussé]
when you get money, the hoes do whatever you say
Riding in a drop head, Phantom with the
And if you're just hearing this, then it's probably too

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

Milly
Mack
Get smacked
Come to
see it live and direct
You know it, God