Pell – Chirpin’

I don’t need much but I want it all, answer my phone when the money call
I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’
I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’
Need to get off of the internet, searching for something more intimate
I’m closing up all of the curtains, and hiding way under the surface

I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’
I’m chirpin’, Bitch
I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’

I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’
I’m chirpin’, Bitch
I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’

I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’
I’m chirpin’, Bitch
I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’

I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’
I’m chirpin’, Bitch
I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’

Always been down to the asphalt
Head in the clouds when I blast off
Riding round bumping that future, stealing yo girl with my mask off
If was intentional, I was just chirpin’, she hit me up
I was just giving her twitter hugs
But flirting in person way different love
Play with her heart like it’s candy crush
She wanna star and I wanna fuck
Doing commercials and getting funds
In my green bubble I Samsung
I sleep when I’m dead
Rest when I’m tired
So many shows I should host a late night
I sleep when I’m dead
Rest when I’m tired
So many shows I should host a late night
LA tonight
Nola tomorrow
I been on ghost so I ain’t see you called

I don’t need much but I want it all, answer my phone when the money call
I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’
I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’
Need to get off of the internet, searching for something more intimate
I’m closing up all of the curtains, and hiding way under the surface

I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’
I’m chirpin’, Bitch
I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’
I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’
I’m chirpin’, Bitch
I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’

I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’
I’m chirpin’, Bitch
I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’

I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’
I’m chirpin’, Bitch
I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’

Always been down to the asphalt
Got a catalog, that you can’t ignore
Spit a cannon balls, when i rattle off
Tell a dick rider pull the saddle off
Might puff once albuterol
I need a moment to breathe
Long as we got trump in office
I done forgot what is sleep
I done forgot what is peace
Shame we gotta plea
Telling me that we got freedom
But i ain’t forgot what it mean
I don’t need much but i do deserve it
For i spit a sentence they all know the verdict
Hit the liquor store fuck a bottle service
I don’t need the club money got me nervous
I’ll splurge when I’m dead
Save while I live
Grind overnight and retain ownership
LA Midnight
NY at 10
I been on ghost so excuse
If i dip

I don’t need much but I want it all, answer my phone when the money call
I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’
I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’
Need to get off of the internet, searching for something more intimate
I’m closing up all of the curtains, and hiding way under the surface

I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’
I’m chirpin’, Bitch
I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’
I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’
I’m chirpin’, Bitch
I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’

I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’
I’m chirpin’, Bitch
I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’

I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’
I’m chirpin’, Bitch
I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’

TeeCee4800 – Crippin (feat. Vince Staples & D. Loc)

[Verse 1: TeeCee4800]
Told ’em how we get it
How we crippin’, niggas ain’t with it
NY hat, nigga that’s my fitted
Where you at? nigga be ‘pecific
I pull up quick, that’s how I’m crippin’
Two hundred racks all in my vision
But I’ll take more ’cause ain’t no limit
Ran through hoes, you can call me Emmitt
TeeCee the loc ’bout his business
None of our money ’cause I ain’t in it
Bitch been broke for way too long
Now look how a nigga living
D. Loc been gone way too long
Now look how a nigga living
All we need is TC home
Man that’d be crippin’

[Hook: TeeCee4800]
Tell ’em how we crippin’
Snitchin’ on your crippin’
Why you playin’ with this crippin’?
Any little thing then we trippin’
Tell ’em how we crippin’
Tell ’em how we crippin’
Tell ’em how we crippin’
Tell ’em how we crippin’

[Verse 2: Vince Staples]
Everything I do, I do it twice
New Mercedes for the player price
Bitches talkin’ ’bout they want some ease
Call the lords if you need a vice
Niggas call the phone to put me on
Would if they was talkin’ ’bout the set
Would if they was talkin’ ’bout a check
Group of gangsters gets you no respect
Swear I’m never seen up in the streets
Like that’s where the fuck I’m supposed to be
Did this shit, I live this shit, believe
Old shit so now I’m overseas
Loc killed him, caught him with his niece
Army shells crazy in the Beach
I’m the one that told ’em ’bout the Norf
You the one that don’t nobody know

[Hook: TeeCee4800]
Tell ’em how we crippin’
Snitchin’ on your crippin’
Why you playin’ with this crippin’?
Any little thing then we trippin’
Tell ’em how we crippin’
Tell ’em how we crippin’
Tell ’em how we crippin’
Tell ’em how we crippin’

[Verse 3: D. Loc]
Tell ’em how you crippin’
With a four-fifth, nigga poppin’ that clip in
If a nigga want trip, he can smoke the fishes
Little old bitch, that’s how I’m living
Spit ’til the nigga get hit
Wig get split, tryna hit that fence
Then I slide off in that whip
Man they still don’t know who did it
Don’t believe I never gave a fuck
Liquor with the snickers, throwing up
Can’t you see my niggas goin’ up?
MTM, my niggas goin’ nuts
Lil homies, homegirls or the homies, yeah we gon’ ride
This the type of shit gone see all day in the mob

[Hook: TeeCee4800]
Tell ’em how we crippin’
Snitchin’ on your crippin’
Why you playin’ with this crippin’?
Any little thing then we trippin’
Tell ’em how we crippin’
Tell ’em how we crippin’
Tell ’em how we crippin’
Tell ’em how we crippin’

ASAP Mob – Crazy Brazy (On The Late Show With Stephen Colbert) (Live)

Woah, woah, yo
Woah, woah, woah
I got a lot on my head
Gucci rag tied on my head
Put a red dot on your head
I put that guap on your head
Don’t be talking to me crazy
Don’t be talking to me crazy
Don’t be talking to me crazy
Don’t be talking to me crazy
I got a lot on my mind
I put that guap on my mind
I got a lot on my mind
I put that nine to your mind
Don’t talk to me brazy
Don’t talk to me brazy
Don’t talk to me brazy
Don’t talk to me brazy
I don’t want no conversation
I don’t need explanation
Shoot with no hesitation
They do it for a reputation
They don’t play me on the station
Press ’em like detonation
Want more jelly than a Mason
Man I’m rocky like a caveman
We rock I’m a rockstar
Try to cuff me like a cop car
Try to play me like a popstar
That’s how you get not far
All my cus, niggas crazy
All my bloods, niggas brazy
Might just drop in on a Wednesday
Been the shit designer wavy
Don’t talk back, just give me face
I got nines on my waist
Hide them lines in the place
I don’t care
I’m with Flacko, you on flakka
You got guns but won’t pop ’em
I send niggas to the doctor
I don’t care
Sandman tan money bag, drag, slash bag man
Baghdad land
Talk back, get back slapped with a back hand
Black man, black hand side
Anti everything since Yams died
In dodge van by NY
No who, what, where, why, when
I got a lot on my head
Gucci rag tied on my head
Put a red dot on your head
I put that guap on your head
Don’t be talking to me crazy
Don’t be talking to me crazy
Don’t be talking to me crazy
Don’t be talking to me crazy
I got a lot on my mind
I put that guap on my mind
I got a lot on my mind
I put that nine to your mind
Don’t talk to me brazy
Don’t talk to me brazy
Don’t talk to me brazy
Don’t talk to me brazy
Hundred thousand dollar nightmare
If I wanna take a flight there
Man fuck it spend a life here
Young thuggin in some Nike Airs
Bicken Back Being Bool, baby
Layin’ back by the pool, baby
Bumpin’ that shit too wavy
Counting stacks shit too brazy
Walk around with a bag on me
Walk around with a flag on me
Bickin back I got mad homies
Joey Fatts might blast for me
Tote the tecs I got cash homie
Take it back I got crack on me
This and that got that on me
Where you from?
Where you at homie?
I got a lot on my head
Gucci rag tied on my head
Put a red dot on your head
I put that guap on your head
Don’t be talking to me crazy
Don’t be talking to me crazy
Don’t be talking to me crazy
Don’t be talking to me crazy
I got a lot on my mind
I put that guap on my mind
I got a lot on my mind
I put that nine to your mind
Don’t talk to me brazy
Don’t talk to me brazy
Don’t talk to me brazy
Don’t talk to me brazy

The Americanos – In My Foreign (feat. Ty Dolla $ign, Lil Yachty, Nicky Jam & French Montana)

Do you wanna ride, ride, ride in my foreign? (In my foreign?)
Lift the top back all the way, rolling through the streets of LA
Girl, do you wanna ride, ride, ride in my foreign? (In my foreign?)
We can turn up the radio, we ain’t got no place to go
Girl do you wanna ride?

Fo’ sho’ she wanna ride, fo’ sho’ she wanna slide
Fo’ sho’ we gettin’ sauced, fo’ sho’ we gettin’ high
Pull up swaggin’, hop out the wagon
Suckers gonna hate but the ladies wanna brag
What you say? What you say? What you say?
Whole team faded like Jordan with the J
Cradle to the grave, NY to the Bay
Millions in the bank and the hunnids in the safe
Ain’t nothing to a G baby
Foreign sitting low, climb out the V baby
Haan, ain’t nothing to a G baby
Foreign sitting low climb out the V baby

Do you wanna ride, ride, ride in my foreign? (In my foreign?)
Lift the top back all the way, rolling through the streets of LA
Girl, do you wanna ride, ride, ride in my foreign? (In my foreign?)
We can turn up the radio, we ain’t got no place to go

Girl it feels like Saturday, everyday
I’m smoking loud and feeling so high
I’m rolling good through my hood
Getting lit like the 4th of July
(I got that exotic that you probably can’t afford
We be going up like them burger fly gold
We ain’t got no problems ’cause we counting all this cash
Got a lot of head with her metro on the dash)

Do you wanna ride, ride, ride in my foreign? (In my foreign?)
Lift the top back all the way, rolling through the streets of LA
Girl, do you wanna ride, ride, ride in my foreign? (In my foreign?)
We can turn up the radio, we ain’t got no place to go
Girl do you wanna ride?

You should bring your homie, I’ll bring one too
I know you like the spotlight, so let me introduce you
Just me and you parked up at the top looking at the view
So many things that we could do, drive with me and never lose
Do you wanna ride in my foreign, get your red-bottom heels, no Jordans
I know your ex-boyfriend was hella boring
Now we skirting 130, no snoring

Do you wanna ride, ride, ride in my foreign? (In my foreign?)
Lift the top back all the way, rolling through the streets of LA
Girl, do you wanna ride, ride, ride in my foreign? (In my foreign?)
We can turn up the radio, we ain’t got no place to go
Girl do you wanna ride?

Jessi‚ Microdot‚ Dumbfoundead & Lyricks – K.B.B (가위바위보)

[Intro: Jessi]
누가 먼저 가위바위보, 누가 먼저 가위바위보
누가 먼저 가위바위보, 누가 먼저 가위바위보

[Verse 1: Dumbfoundead]

Microdot, half the YOX
And one bad man, I’m a 나쁜 남자
I should go first, 내가 먼저 해야지
덤파형은 바쁘니깐
I wear my beanies like Gil from Leessang
피쳐 할 때는 진짜 비싸
But these my bros from west to east side
If you ain’t my bro then fuck the peace sign
Like 가위바위보
Your bitch got my wifi code
Im rich bitch my life dope, yeah
Lit like a night light, 잘자
Nothin’ like a nightlife, quite like Seoul
All of my bitches they stay out in Sinsa
I switch up the girls 들을 이차
Drop ’em all off in a 빈 차애
90 degrees when they 인사
Kick it with nothing but real heads
Cause I ain’t got time for no bullshit
Bottom of shoes lookin’ real red
Like 아저씨 drinkin’ at 술집
I got a visa from here to Ibiza
We puttin’ in work, work, work
Rock paper scissors, I guess I’m the winner
So let me go first, 가위바위보

[Hook: Jessi]
누가 먼저 가위바위보, 누가 먼저 가위바위보 [x4]

[Verse 2: Lyricks]
I took a red eye
And landed, showered
Then met up with Micro, Dummy, got 배달
And jumped in the rover, then sped up to Cheonho
Jessi came through the studio
And turned it into mother fuckin’ 1OAK
Yall know, my Wells Fargo lookin’
Like a 한국 전화번호 (digits)
Bad rap, we the illest independent homie, that’s that
Master of ceremony, bring the cash back
Pound a 40 like a hashtag
Step to us get ur ascap’d
Big numbers when I do that show
I-95 how I move that dope
I got drive, NY to Seoul
It’s the YOX for the few that know
Yeah, Rollin’ with the YOX
We the best it gets lonely on the top
No stress cuz’ I’m homies with the dot
No rest, 넌 벌써 졸리냐
Weak boy
Lemme set it straight, lemme educate
Lemme give a taste, let me embed it inside of your mind
So every time you hear me sayin’ that I’m one of the greats
I’m not sayin’ it to finish a rhyme motherfucker

[Hook: Jessi]
누가 먼저 가위바위보, 누가 먼저 가위바위보 [x4]

[Verse 3: Microdot]
누가 먼저 가위바위보
From buses to drivin’ that Rove
Mom now drippin’ and cookin’ in gold
Makin’ that music and bakin’ that soul
Cake, cake, cake, so much cake
We could run a baking sale
AK, AK
That’s that Auckland city lifestyle
That’s game boy, that major league
Self-made, no lottery
40,000 feet up in the air (up in the air)
No economy
Going coast to coast, to shows to shows
Don’t mean to brag and boast my nose
My success came with no strings
Attached, I’m my own boss
Talkin’ bout bars, no snickers
And no not the one under my zippers
I cut and paste, and rearrange man
I go dumb dumb with my lyrics
Bitches be bitchin and jealousy be hittin’
Them kittens like the Kardashians
내가 뭘 하고 어딜 가던
얼마 벌고 어디애다 쓰건
Don’t worry bout me, I’m makin’ a livin’
Nothin’ came free, nada was given
Young fat boy straight outta New Zealand
Feelin’ good vibes, Dumb, Rick and Million
About to play a game, rock paper scissors
Three dope boys, yes we the trillest
No new friends, this is family business
Oh, and my sister, Jessi

[Hook: Jessi]
누가 먼저 가위바위보, 누가 먼저 가위바위보 [x4]

[Outro: Jessi]
가위바위보, 가위바위보, 가위바위, I said
가위바위보, 가위바위보, 가위바위
가위바위보, 가위바위보, 가위바위, I said

Meechy Darko – Gotta

[Hook]
Got a bitch from the NO, never tell me N-O
Fuck her in the Hilton made some paper incidental
Got a chick from the Chi, never act shy
She love me ’cause I’m from BK, NY
Got this chick in the Bay, never do she play
She suck and fuck a nigga, out in broad day
Got this one in Arizona, smoke that California
Told her baby stay in school, need them degrees and diplomas

[Verse 1]
Got this one chick out in Houston, specialize in boostin’
I don’t trust the bitch, fucking with her is a nuisance
Got this bitch out in the BX, she don’t take no BS
We fight fuck, fight fuck, get high then repeat it
Got this one bitch in Australia, trust me dog I’m telling y’all
You should see the tail on her, ha
Got this one chick in London, man this bitch is somethin’
She sucked me on the toilet, I think they call it "blumpkin"
Got this one in Iowa City that sucking, bite her own titties
Sadomasochist, six, tie her up before I hit it
Got this chick out in Philly, she don’t smoke no phillies
But she root for the Phillies and she always bump Meek Milly
Got this chick in Denver, Colorado, told her "hop in it, pronto"
Roll up the fronto then kill pussy in Ford Bronco
I just remembered Carmen out in San Diego
It’s so ironic ’cause her last name was Santiago

[Sample]
Suck it wit’, come quick, oh whoa
Suck it wit’, come quick, oh whoa
Suck it wit’, come quick, oh whoa
[?]
I’ll suck it wit’, come quick, oh whoa
Suck it wit’, come quick, oh whoa
Suck it wit’, come quick, oh whoa

[Bridge]
Got this one beautiful one in MIA, yeah
Swear shorty don’t play, yeah
Keep twerking baby
Gon’ work your way to King of Diamonds one day

[Verse 2]
I got a few out in Memphis that know a little ’bout pimpin’
Man I love bitches that love bitches
Baltimore visit to me, Keisha and Cindy
Got ’em kissing each other, the strangest thing ’cause they sisters
Crazy one in Spanish Harlem, Bodega Bamz said she a problem
Type to stick ’em up and rob ’em but her head is awesome
I’m with a light skin from Dykeman with her Washington Heights friends
Hit it one time, never strike twice like lightning
Got one out in the DMV, her figure mean
She blew my pipe a year ago, this bitch is still a fiend
Got a couple out in Queens, tryna be my queens
But it’s straight to Brooklyn, I am Prince Hakeem

[Hook]
Got a bitch from the NO, never tell me N-O
Fuck her in the Hilton made some paper incidental
Got a chick from the Chi, never act shy
She love me ’cause I’m from BK, NY
Got this chick in the bay, never do she play
She suck and fuck a nigga, out in broad day
Got this one in Arizona, smoke that California
Told her baby stay in school, need them degrees and diplomas

[Sample]
Suck it wit’, come quick, oh whoa
Suck it wit’, come quick, oh whoa
Suck it wit’, come quick, oh whoa
[?]
I’ll suck it wit’, come quick, oh whoa
Suck it wit’, come quick, oh whoa
Suck it wit’, come quick, oh whoa

Meek Mill – Outro lyrics

[Verse 1: Lil’ Snupe]
Chasing after green guys
When from sleeping on the porch to a motherfucking California king sized
Momma ain’t stressin’ she know that its all good
My number one goal is to get her out the hood
Never changed, I be thuggin’ hard in my section
Me and all my dawgs protected by Smith & Wessons
Any nigga playin’ we comin’ in your direction
Let you know that we ain’t flexing
You quickly gon’ get ejected
Niggas want to kill me cause a nigga coming up
Want to kill ’em but that shit my really fuck my money up
Focus on my grind gotta get the stacks
Tryna leave the streets alone but they steady calling back
You ever seen death around the corner
Chilling on the block and pussy niggas run up on ya
Busting shells at you and they hotter than a sauna
It be hard to think straight when its a lot of niggas want ya
Man

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Ok I’ve been the king for this rap shit
Stuntin’ hard and never had shit
Remember me with them nappy braids? When I was down on my last shit?
Back when niggas wasn’t mad then
Took advantage I asked them
For a shot at this, start laughing
It took a year or two and I passed them
Y’all niggas all look like haters
You ain’t even put your dawg on paper
Word around that you tricking on bitches
Catch you with your chain on I’mma take it
Now everybody catching these vapors
Now everybody want and need favors
Southside, NY or Jamaica
Nicki on the bike throw it up, scrape it
With 100 niggas behind me
North side Philly where you find me
Riding around with a 30 in my lap in a big ass phantom
I’m with the Bently like a Johnny
Watching out with the toolie at a robbery
Bang motherfucker for the money and the respect
Hit ’em in the head with the stick nigga eject
Mo money, mo money, mo money, mo problems
Why you think I really went about bought more choppers
Mo money, mo money only bringing more robbers
Want to see me in a box I went Porsche Boxster
Show me some evidence
Never was better than nor was you relevant
I’m too competitive walk in the club get my 357 in
My level went excellent
I cut the brick like its cards and I shuffle it
You told ’em we selling it
A mouse in the building that act like an elephant
Who the fuck just let the devil in
Come to my city they treat me like president
Ain’t got no pity for niggas that’s settling
I had that Lala and Melo was selling them niggas for JR Smith
Niggas try to kill me but they all miss
My down fall what they all wish
Had a lot of homies but they all switched
Word up my nigga
[Break: Meek Mill]
*Laughter*

[Hook: Meek Mill & French Montana]
I see these haters looking at me like I owe them something
You looking bad I prolly throw you something
I see you flexing with that money and I know you frontin’
I caught cases never told ’em nothing
Got all these chains and this change on me (we lit!)
Niggas said I changed man they changed on me (fuck ’em!)
Man it ain’t a thang everything on me
Man a see a clear port plane on me

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
You see me coming around your corner lookin’ like I got a check
Flew into your city me my niggas on the jet
Ballin’ every time I take a shot I hit the net
And everyday niggas want the money for respect
I ain’t trippin’ I got money, clothes, car, hoes
Shoppin’ ’til the mall close
Lord knows, I could fit a brick up in these cargos
I don’t fuck with niggas cause they all told
Worry ’bout another nigga money like they all hoes
I’m just with my niggas spining hella blocks
Bad bitch on all my banshee I’m like twelve o’ clock
Vroom vroom I might do a hundred block
In the back hundred niggas deep and we like fuck the cops

[Hook: Meek Mill & French Montana]
I see these haters looking at me like I owe them something
You looking bad I prolly throw you something
I see you flexing with that money and I know you frontin’
I caught cases never told ’em nothing
Got all these chains and this change on me
Niggas said I changed man they changed on me
Man it ain’t a thang everything on me
Man a see a clear port plane on me, slide

[Verse 4: Papi]
What’s your grandma name
What’s your gr-gr-grandma name, grandma name
What’s your grandma name
What’s my grandma name

[Hook: Meek Mill]
I see these haters looking at me like I owe them something
You looking bad I prolly throw you something
I see you flexing with that money and I know you frontin’
I caught cases never told ’em nothing

Meek Mill – Froze (feat. Lil Uzi Vert & Nicki Minaj) letras

[Bridge: Lil Uzi Vert]
I’m a rockstar, smash my guitar
Diamonds on my fist and on my arms
Meek and I don’t dress the same, relate in Goyard
Frostbite on my pinky ring, watch me flex on y’all

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
I get it now, these niggas mad that she chose the kid
I’m ball in NY, Derrick Rose this shit
I roll around town in a Rolls and shit
I got that bag and we movin’ that snow like it’s Christmas and Santa, got hoes and shit
Hundred K large on my Audemar
When we run down we hit one of y’all
I’mma post up at the corner store
Trappin’ all night but I shine like I’m Armor All
I am so hot I might break the thermometer
Coppers they watch us and follow us
Flip through that paper no calendar
All of these jewels like I celebrate Hanukkah
I got a different kind of money
I’m on a different kind of grind
I’m with some different type of niggas
We on a different type of time
Go get the money fuck them bitches
Bitches be gettin’ out of line
I turned that one into a two
I turned that point into a nine
Hey, hey, hey, hey, aye

[Hook: Lil Uzi Vert]
You know how froze that is
Look at my neck, damn
You know how froze that is
Look at my wrist
You know how froze that is
Look at my fist
You know how froze that is

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Skrrr, driving around in a Bentley, ya
Following Meek and lil’ Nicki, ya
It is just me and lil’ Brittney, ya
Diamonds so wet you could slip
Look at the bitch, take a picture
She is just so photogenic, ya
She ride my dick like a dirt bike
You know she gon’ pop a wheelie
Count my money to a milli, ya
Drive a Porsche all up in Philly
Holding that gun with no Uzi
Diamonds in Rollie get cooly

[Bridge 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
I’m a rockstar smash my guitar
Diamonds on my fist and on my arms
Meek and I don’t dress the same, relate in Goyard
Frostbite on my pinky ring, watch me flex on y’all

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
I get it now dudes is mad at these 80 M’s
Twenty twelve I was balling like Tom Brady then
Movie, I’m living through these Scorsese lens
Get at me, and deep-throat a three-eighty gun
Pussy wet, Swiffer jet, come through on that bigger jet
We land in them new ports, no babe not cigarettes
Clear ports, air force, sweats on with a big diamond
Make niggas stare at my hand even though I am not mimin’
Different type of money, you on a different type of broke
Any of you bitches say Nicki, you on a different type of coke
I just be sittin’ in the mansion, takin’ a dip inside the pool
We don’t go out without assassins
We on some different type of rules

[Bridge 2: Nicki Minaj]
I’m a rockstar, scratch my guitar
Diamonds on my ring and on my arms
Meek and I still live together, relate in Goyard
Frostbite on my pussy ring, watch me flex on y’all

[Hook: Lil Uzi Vert]
You know how froze that is
Look at my neck, damn
You know how froze that is
Look at my wrist
You know how froze that is
Look at my fist
You know how froze that is
You know how froze that is
Look at my neck, damn
You know how froze that is
Look at my wrist
You know how froze that is
Look at my fist
You know how froze that is

Meek Mill – Outro

[Verse 1: Lil’ Snupe]
Chasing after green gods
When from sleeping on the porch to a motherfucking California king sized
Momma ain’t stressin’ she know that its all good
My number one goal is to get her out the hood
Never changed, I be thuggin’ hard in my section
Me and my dawgs proteted by Smith & Wessons
Any nigga playin’ we comin’ in your direction
Let you know that we ain’t flexing
You quickly gon’ get ejected
Niggas want to kill me cause a nigga coming up
Want to kill ’em but that shit my really fuck my money up
Focus on my grind got to get the stash
Tryna leave the streets alone but they steady calling back
You ever seen death around the corner
Chilling on the block and pussy niggas run up on ya
Busting shells at you and they hotter than a sauna
It be hard to think straight when its a lot of niggas want ya
Man

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Ok I’ve been the king for this rap shit
Stuntin’ hard and never had shit
Remember me with them nappy braids? When I was down on my last shit?
Back when niggas wasn’t mad then
Took advantage I asked them
For a shot at this, start laughing
It took a year or two and I passed them
Y’all niggas all look like haters
You ain’t even put your dawg on paper
Word around that you tricking on bitches
Catch you with your chain on I’mma take it
Now everybody catching these vapors
Now everybody want and need favors
Southside ,NY or Jamaica
Nicki on the bike throw it up, scrape it
With 100 nigga behind me
North side Philly where you find me
Riding around with a 30 in my lap in a big ass phantom
I’m with the Bently like a Johnny
Watching out with the toolie at a robbery
Bang motherfucker for the money and the respect
Hit ’em in the head with the stick nigga eject
Mo money, mo money, mo money, mo problems
Why you think I really went about bought more choppers
Mo money, mo money only bringing more robbers
Want to see me in a box I went and push boxed ’em
Show me some evidence
Never was better than nor was you relevant
I’m too competitive walk in the club get my 357 in
My level went excellent
I cut the brick like its cards and I shuffle it
You told ’em we selling it
A mouse in the building that act like an elephant
Who the fuck just let the devil in
Come to my city they treat me like president
Ain’t got no pity for niggas that’s settling
I had that Lala and Melo was selling them niggas for JR Smith
Niggas try to kill me but they all miss
My down fall what they all wish
Had a lot of homies but they all switched
Word up my nigga
[Break: Meek Mill]
*Laughter*

[Hook: Meek Mill & French Montana]
I see these haters looking at me like I owe them something
You looking bad I prolly throw you something
I see you flexing with that money and I know you frontin’
I caught cases never told ’em nothing
Got all these chains and this change on me
Niggas said I changed man they changed on me
Man it ain’t a thang everything on me
Man a see a clear port plane on me

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
You see me coming around your corner lookin’ like I got a check
Flew into your city me my niggas on the jet
Ballin’ every time I take a shot I hit the net
And everyday niggas want the money for respect
I ain’t trippin’ I got money, clothes, car, hoes
Shoppin’ ’til the mall close
Lord knows, I could fit a brick up in these cargos
I don’t fuck with niggas cause they all told
Worry ’bout another nigga money like they all hoes
I’m just with my niggas spining hella blocks
Bad bitch on all my banshee I’m like twelve o’ clock
Vroom vroom I might do a hundred block
In the back hundred niggas deep and we like fuck the cops

[Hook: Meek Mill & French Montana]
I see these haters looking at me like I owe them something
You looking bad I prolly throw you something
I see you flexing with that money and I know you frontin’
I caught cases never told ’em nothing
Got all these chains and this change on me
Niggas said I changed man they changed on me
Man it ain’t a thang everything on me
Man a see a clear port plane on me

[Verse 4: Papi]
What’s your grandma name
What’s your gr-gr-grandma name, grandma name
What’s your grandma name
What’s my grandma name

[Hook: Meek Mill]
I see these haters looking at me like I owe them something
You looking bad I prolly throw you something
I see you flexing with that money and I know you frontin’
I caught cases never told ’em nothing