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meek (yeah, yeah)
in this bitch (yeah)

Leggo, uh

they ain't with me, new orleans N-O
old school bitch i let her blow me like
black panamera me & maggo litto
switching lanes in that 5 percet on the window
i got 20 on my pocket, 30 on wrist, 50 on my neck keep it 100 in bitch
hey listen we don't do no talking, i'm just running up in your
and i was in the walking, i'm just running up in your bitch
i my swagger on the fitted money in the limit
real nigga every day, startin to the
you should hear this when i'm starting up the engine
sounding a motherfucker lion barking all up in it
make a dollar every second, on an hour
20 every day, i'm getting money in the
i was told let the youngest get the powder
but now these niggers slipping like fucking in the shower, pause
i really do this, i'm 62'n ricky ross
i'm getting to it, you losin shit, i'm a boss
yeah i took a loss, i was out in
me and gucci pouchie shooting at the
when i was broke, i to have a dream
before i had a dream believe i had them fiends
steady up my celly, trying to get it any means
nigga in the kitchen working up the triple beans
breakin ounces off the birdie, money it was
and hammers was filthy cause niggers was trying to kill me
and that's word to though, fuck a bitch then (?)
niggers in they rap when no drama though
off the prometh sipping at your mama though
rollie your bus down, call the perfect though
tell my jeweler freeze me, just to the climate hoe
of the mountain & meek milly got the climate on
your my chick, my chick your chick,
my swag fly shit, swag, norbit
nigger you a weirdo, no match
all these fuckin bricks i'm thinkin we gonn a forklift
on your stereo, i don't think they hear me though
catch me in the hood, i'll be around it a merri go
used to sell them little o's i ain't cheerio's
i'm talking them golden grams and i don't mean no cereal
murder on your label nigger i'm a serial
plus i'm realer this is scarier than thriller
in the villa countin with shawty she vanilla
far as work i make that fuckin butter-fly catepillars
and my flow be on some other
hotter a oven get
i just got his number
he gonna need bitch
make her my other bitch then put her on a punishment
she said she's n love with me and she don't know my
ha, shawty where your luggage at
broke niggas never see me cause i'm the money at
all i know is hustle hard like i got a hundred
nigga get my jewels i'ma em i dont want em back
it to your funeral be stuntin while they viewin you
mama lookin over she like what the they did to you?
clip of hollow heads make me put a few in you
nigga i will ruin you. haa