[Intro: DJ Studies say humans forget 90% of their the first 10 minutes of waking They say most people even remember 99% of the dreams they ever even had As dream we're the exception
[Verse 1: Meek Mill] Hundred large on the watch, blessed Quarter mil for the Mulsanne, All my niggas gon' cash And all y'all look mad stressed And we even made niggas mad yet next time I grab, I'm a grab jet I might go Bugatti, with a bad bitch me Nigga than Wasabi, get that ass wet Young niggas going hard in the We ain't ever to call the police Got for the twenty five K Sounds a bargain to me Young getting money In the Bent, looking like spalding to me And I don't know what no line look Hundred bad bitches all in with me Get 'em all in for Started, started a quarter ounce of hard rock And now I got a lot of If a nigga the foreigns, got a car lot And talkin' money But they ain't showing numbers like the block And all I do is money Fuck ass hoes, and car shop
[Hook: Mill] Yeah I'm leanin', leanin' Young rich nigga, I'm Puffin' on strong, gold, bad bitches like Nia Long I mean it Nigga I'm leanin', Young rich nigga, I'm on promethazine that nigga My team got all season I'm leanin'
[Verse 2: Scott] Mmm, -- damn near spilled my semen (straight up) Had a twenty-twenty my preacher Damn near see my (La Flame!) Loose furs, For the love of money, a leaner Vatos losing their nerves, as a niggas on the curbs Let 'em put a cape and did a H-town niggas Peach Crush on my jeans Never go far with no bitch with no they can cover the lease on my beamer (straight up) Ahh, you know, Louboutins touch my hoes Let's go in Ibiza town We get cold, you don't no coat Motherfucker, I'm Don't to me, couple street niggas twice before crossing me Meek, these niggas shit last that long Why these motherfuckers keep me I'm leanin', for a you had me Then the second I caught it it passed me Oh no (straight up) pass me a blunt and a double world cup Motherfucker, motherfucker...
[Outro: See we trap, before we was rap And we was, trappin' at rap Shining on these hoes, life what we live now out the pop Italian on the flow You me Stepping onto a mil (They say money the world You can't pay God it) Step your up nigga Or lose your nigga just that simple
Yeah, we We out gettin' this money So you fuck with everybody Cause ain't at you motherfucking level So the that don't understand you They up motherfucking hating you So you know you gotta do You hate those motherfuckers too Fuck niggas they motherfucking mommmas They daddies, aunts, they uncles And they tee tees, too Ayo, a dick Meek Mill, get it