Oh hot outside man Meek Millys daddy
for the walkthrough Im not who you talk to Drive by wet you up, thats a carpool all this hot shit, every single bar cool Diamonds in the face, animated cartoon Call me Meek Milly I don't that shit Got me on my nappy braids before the clique in the wheels of fortune, Pat Sajak shit And all I rock is Balmain like I made that I've been, front row fashion Looking like I'm in the in the foreign leather, softer than a dinner roll Make a movie on your bitch, her friend to get a role You thought she was We laughing like she a ho up those benzos Me yo bitch in the zone She told you I was friendzoned, I'm in the Touchdown with a 2 conversion Give her dick long She busting like the clip Uber to send your bitch home
I got a fever bitch, hot I got a fever bitch sick I gotta fever bitch In philly streets situations is ain't respecting the youth and The youth ain't respecting the and The Glock 9 on me in the and All I talk is real shit the truth and
The money turned your bitch a gold digger The money got me like the old Jigga And Jigga even told me you a cold They ain't believe me I was But I showed niggas and I told That I dispose niggas to buy a pair of sneaks Landed at the rawest Brand new tag Haters never me mad You get at baby momma I'm than her baby dad Looking at my What cost? Hundred-eighty 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 with your lil' dream ass? We chase bitches, we chase money and that [D'ussé] Cause when you get money, the do whatever you say Riding in a drop head, with the toupe And if you're just hearing this, it's probably too late
I got a bitch, hot outside I got a fever bitch Feeling sick I gotta fever 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 talk is that real the truth and
Milly Mack Get smacked to Philly Come see it and direct You it, God dammit