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meek (yeah, yeah)
philly in this (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 getting
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 this
hey listen we don't do no talking, i'm just up in your shit
and i was never in the walking, i'm just running up in your
i said my swagger on the fitted money in the
real every day, startin to the finish
you should this rarri when i'm starting up the engine
sounding like a lion barking all up in it
make a dollar every second, thousands on an
20 every day, i'm money in the power
i was told never let the get the powder
but now niggers slipping like they fucking in the shower, pause
i really do this, i'm 62'n with ross
i'm getting to it, you niggers losin shit, i'm a
i took a loss, i was out in vegas
me and gucci pouchie at the table
when i was broke, i to have a dream
before i had a dream best i had them fiends
steady up my celly, trying to get it any means
nigga in the kitchen working up the triple beans
breakin off the birdie, money it was dirty
and hammers was filthy cause niggers was trying to kill me
and that's word to osama though, fuck a then (?)
niggers in they diss rap no drama though
leaning off the prometh sipping at your mama
rollie your bus down, call the perfect timing
tell my jeweler freeze me, just to change the hoe
bottom of the mountain & meek milly got the on
chick my chick, my chick your chick,
my fly shit, your swag, norbit
nigger you a weirdo, no match
all these fuckin bricks i'm thinkin we need a forklift
coolest on your stereo, i don't think they hear me
me in the hood, i'll be around it like a merri go
used to sell them o's i ain't talking cheerio's
i'm talking about them golden and i don't mean no cereal
murder on your record label i'm a serial
killer plus i'm realer is scarier than thriller
in the villa countin scrilla with shawty she
far as i make that fuckin butter-fly like catepillars
and my flow be on some other
than a oven get
i just got his girl's
he gonna need bitch
make her fuck my bitch then put her on a punishment
she she's n love with me and she don't know my government
ha, shawty where your luggage at
broke niggas never see me i'm where the money at
all i know is hustle hard i got a hundred pack
nigga get my i'ma kill em i dont want em back
wear it to your funeral be stuntin while viewin you
mama lookin over she what the hell they did to you?
full of hollow heads make me put a few in you
yeah nigga i will you. haa