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

Leggo, uh

they ain't fucking me, new orleans N-O
old school bitch i let her me like nintendo
panamera me & maggo getting litto
switching in that thang 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 running up in your shit
and i was never in the walking, i'm just running up in your
i my swagger on the fitted money in the limit
real nigga every day, startin to the
you should hear this rarri when i'm starting up the
like a motherfucker lion barking all up in it
make a dollar every second, thousands on an
20 every day, i'm getting money in the
i was told let the youngest get the powder
but now niggers slipping like they fucking in the shower, pause
i really do this, i'm 62'n ricky 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
i was broke, i used 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 smootchie in the kitchen working up the triple
breakin off the birdie, money it was dirty
and hammers they was filthy cause niggers was trying to me
and that's word to though, fuck a bitch then (?)
niggers in they diss rap no drama though
leaning off the prometh sipping at your mama
rollie your bus down, call the perfect though
tell my jeweler freeze me, just to change the hoe
bottom of the mountain & meek got the climate on
your chick my chick, my chick chick,
my fly shit, your swag, norbit
nigger you a weirdo, no forfeit
all these fuckin bricks i'm we gonn need a forklift
coolest on your stereo, i don't think hear me though
catch me in the hood, i'll be around it like a go
used to sell them little o's i ain't cheerio's
i'm talking about them grams and i don't mean no cereal
murder on your record label i'm a serial
plus i'm realer this is scarier than thriller
in the villa countin scrilla with shawty she
far as work i make that fuckin like catepillars
and my be on some other shit
hotter a oven get
i got his girl's number
he gonna another bitch
make her fuck my other bitch then put her on a
she said she's n love me and she don't know my government
ha, tripping where your luggage at
broke niggas never see me cause i'm the money at
all i is hustle hard like i got a hundred pack
nigga get my jewels i'ma kill em i dont em back
wear it to your funeral be while they viewin you
mama over she like what the hell they did to you?
full of hollow heads make me put a few in you
yeah nigga i ruin you. haa