[Intro: Keri Hilson]
I’m swaggin’, I’m swaggin’
I’m swaggin’, I’m swaggin’ (go!)
I’m swaggin’, I’m swaggin’
I’m swaggin’, I’m swaggin’ (go!)
I’m swaggin’, I’m swaggin’
I’m swaggin’, I’m swaggin’ (go!)
(Boys..)
[Hook: Keri Hilson]
Love me, love me – it’s the way you love me
Touch me, touch me – it’s the way you touch me
Fuck me, fuck me – it’s the way you fuck me
The way you love me baby, you got me goin’ crazy
The way you love me baby, you got me goin’ crazy
The way you love me baby, you got me goin’ crazy
The way you love me baby, you got me goin’ crazy
You got me goin’ crazy, you got me goin’ crazy (ah!)
[Verse 1: Keri Hilson]
Ooh, ahh, baby don’t stop
You know how I like it daddy when you hit the spot
Ooh, ahh, baby don’t stop
Imma take control when I climb up on top
I can take that shit boy, switch your position
Yeah, you’re goin’ hard, baby like you on a mission
Now I can Superman – love, or addiction
You can, you can come, fill your prescription
[Bridge: Keri Hilson]
Yeah, it’s me – just where you wanna be
I got that kinda lovin’ that’ll keep you off the streets
Yeah, it’s me – just where you wanna be
The way you love me the way you love me (fuck me)
Yeah, it’s me – just where you wanna be
I got that kinda pussy that’ll keep you off the streets
Yeah, it’s me – just where you wanna be
The way you love me the way you love me
[Hook: Keri Hilson]
Love me, love me – it’s the way you love me
Touch me, touch me – it’s the way you touch me
Fuck me, fuck me – it’s the way you fuck me
The way you love me baby, you got me goin’ crazy
The way you love me baby, you got me goin’ crazy
The way you love me baby, you got me goin’ crazy
The way you love me baby, you got me goin’ crazy
You got me goin’ crazy, you got me goin’ crazy (ow!)
[Verse 2: Keri Hilson]
Boy, I got that magic, raise your wand, I’ll be your wiz
I know your Ex Miss wasn’t hittin’ like this
Do me gentle, don’t be rough until I say so
You know I will be grippin’ tighter than your bankroll
They say I’m the best, yeah the best
Now you want me in the worst way
Ooey, it’s so juicy
Boy, I hope you come first place
So good, I make ya think the bed is my workplace
You can’t overwork me, baby don’t hurt me
[Bridge: Keri Hilson]
Yeah, it’s me – just where you wanna be
I got that kinda lovin’ that’ll keep you off the streets
Yeah, it’s me – just where you wanna be
The way you love me the way you love me (fuck me)
Yeah, it’s me – just where you wanna be
I got that kinda pussy that’ll keep you off the streets
Yeah, it’s me – just where you wanna be
The way you love me the way you love me
[Hook: Keri Hilson]
Love me, love me – it’s the way you love me
Touch me, touch me – it’s the way you touch me
Fuck me, fuck me – it’s the way you fuck me
The way you love me baby, you got me goin’ crazy
The way you love me baby, you got me goin’ crazy
The way you love me baby, you got me goin’ crazy
The way you love me baby, you got me goin’ crazy
You got me goin’ crazy, you got me goin’ crazy (ow!)
[Instrumental]
[Hook: Keri Hilson]
Love me, love me – it’s the way you love me
Touch me, touch me – it’s the way you touch me
Fuck me, fuck me – it’s the way you fuck me
The way you love me baby, you got me goin’ crazy
The way you love me baby, you got me goin’ crazy
The way you love me baby, you got me goin’ crazy
The way you love me baby, you got me goin’ crazy
You got me goin’ crazy, you got me goin’ crazy
Love me, love me – it’s the way you love me
Touch me, touch me – it’s the way you touch me
Fuck me, fuck me – it’s the way you fuck me
The way you love me baby, you got me goin’ crazy
The way you love me baby, you got me goin’ crazy
The way you love me baby, you got me goin’ crazy
The way you love me baby, you got me goin’ crazy
You got me goin’ crazy, you got me goin’ crazy (ow!)
[Outro: Keri Hilson]
I’m swaggin’, I’m swaggin’
I’m swaggin’, I’m swaggin’ (go!)
I’m swaggin’, I’m swaggin’
I’m swaggin’, I’m swaggin’ (go!)

Even if it takes meat cleavers to make believers
Mistake-free schemes are enablin’ me to remain deviant
Breakbeat, eat her like steak meat
Emcees take seats like AMC theaters
Deranged ringleader, depraved king
Who mainstream media hates
Which makes things easier, still under scrutiny
Villainous smooth criminal, livin’ room
With the nude Reese Witherspoon
Who was bruised, beat with a broom
It’s in two pieces, and lays deceased in it
Bit with a chewed leash, and his chain-link leapin’ it
Live in the booth, shave, eat, bathe, drink, sleep in it
R-A-P bleed the shit, still and I poop, pee it
It’s a spillage, a sewage leak, waste deep feces
The syllables ooze fecal, they feel like renewed leases
‘Cause my brain releases ’em
[Verse 5]
Like waste excretion, it’s simultaneously
As I’m givin’ these fools grief, they’re feelin’ the blues
‘Cause even if stealin’ my shoes, thieves
Just to fill ’em’s a huge feat
A hill and it’s too steep
Obey these demons, we’re still in cahoots
Keep feedin’ me blank sheets
As soon as I sink these teeth
And I’m killin’ the loose leaf
Time to shake these trees again
Wait, make that phrase repeat again
Killin’ the loose leaf, shake these trees again
Get the rake, but it ain’t me leavin’ ’em
[Verse 6]
Vicodins, new prints, I bite them and chew them
The whites and the blues mixed with nitrus balloons
And I like to sniff gluesticks, put Ricin on toothpicks
On the mic I’m just ruthless, a crisis, a nuisance
Who I influence I give two shits
If they wanna license my music to entice with
Then use the shit like it’s the blueprint for ISIS recruitment
[Verse 7]
Excuse me while I stare into space for a few
In a daze or haze, glazed over, crazed warp loon
Mental cased off, always had a straight-forward view
But you bozos keep givin’ the flamethrower fuel
No one’s ever sank lower, shrewd, and way more rude
Beast-mode like a lawn-mower blade rolled thru it
And this has little to do with bein’ gay, boy
It’s just where the wordplay’s goin’
But ain’t much I can say or do
‘Cause ain’t no excuse, the way I go at you {censored}
You say I’m always screw-faced
So if I look your way, you’re screwed
‘Cause if looks could kill, I could start a hate-war too
‘Cause I’d murder you straight bitches by turnin’ the gaze on you
[Verse 8]
Let’s take it back before the tightly-worn pants
To the Nike, Jordan, hats
The stripe Lee’s, Jordache, and the white tees
Lightning storms might be formed fast
Such a frightening forecast! My idea, you comin’ too, it’s waking you up
With smelling salts after I Quaalude your cup
That’ll straighten you up if you try to stray like a pup
Hate to get bogged down in details
But bitch, I’m like the dog pound with females
My brain is corrupt, real life, Hillside Strangler
I strangle a skank’s neck ’til it’s triangular
Shape but it’s upside down, and my mouth ain’t gonna shut
And mention me in your raps if it makes you a buck
Or helps you rake in the duckets, I want payment in pub
‘Cause I ain’t tryna get in your bars like I’m waiting the club
But if you put me in your lines, I’m takin’ a cut
[Verse 2]
Get a million writers inside of a room combined in it
Try to get every idea of every possible line to spit
Every punchline, every combination that rhymes with it
Bitch, a whole team can’t see me, there’s no i’s in it
Head so big, I shot myself ten times in it
Tryna commit suicide in it, took five minutes
And I survived this shit
Someone’s gonna challenge me, who? So nothing’s off limits
I need you to spit that lyrical miracle… in the swimming pool
[Verse 1]
Before this kicks off, let me set my balls in this tees
‘Cause I’m dottin’ i’s every time I cross one of these
There’s not a redeeming quality at all in me
It’s impossible, seems like an implausible dream
Positive clean thoughts intervene
But they’re all either altered and mean
Assault and demean, tossed and they’re being lost in the scheme
Squashed in-between a brainwashing machine
Like an Islamic regime, a jihadist extreme radical
Suicide bomber that’s seeing
Ariana Grande sing her last song of the evening
And as the audience from the damn concert is leaving
Detonates the device strapped to his abdominal region
I’m not gonna finish that, for obvious reasons
But bring your dogs, I’ma muzzle ’em
I’m not Middle Eastern but I’ll make a bitch Raqqa hijab
And at least a extra large in the T-shirt
Headscarf and a piece of tarp underneath the carpet, hasta la vista
I go Hamas on the beats to a paradox on the beach
And a pair of crotchless underwear on a terrorist watch list
Gettin’ head in the sand like an embarrassed ostrich
Professional shit sprayer
Bitch watch who you talkin’ to, like Apple wristwear
Endangered species in this ABC shit a bit scarce
Prey’s decreasing, I face extinction like disc players
Told this chick she’s hot as Jada Pinkett
And just stared ’til I made her think it
Said, “Maybe we should just get married.”
She’s facing me, I placed my feet with my hips square
Tell her, “Turn around,” spread her legs for me, then I hit bare
Leave her stretched out like a baby T-shirt on Ric Flair
As I ripped her, anal beads in a split rear
Spray Febreze in the chick’s hair
Make her wheeze tryna get air
I played for keeps, there’s no escaping me, I have a bitch scared
And chained to me, and throw away the key
And she’ll be so afraid to leave
That even if she ends up breaking free she’ll just sit there
Tryin’ to scrape up enough courage and strength to get up
It’s impossible like rapin’ a slut
We stay butt-naked and fuck
You’re close, wait for you, what? Battle me and win, that’s a fucking fallacy too
You name one motherfucker in this galaxy, *spits*, reality
You fantasy, rally your troops, try to boost the morale
Only time I start a movement’s a bowel
I can’t even give a “yeah” or a “woo” when you rap in the booth
Not even a “nah” or a “boo”
‘Cause even though I’m allergic to the crap that you spew
When I’m ’bout to break out, I don’t mean get a rash from it too
‘Cause when I say I have allergies, I actually do
But that’s just an analogy, I’ve never had a reaction to you
[Verse 3]
Creature from the Black Lagoon
I reach up and I smack the moon
You’re grief struck that I’m back so soon
Your teacher for this afternoon
Creep up with a pack of hoodlums
We pack a punch like Capri Sun
Heat tucked like we each snuck in a submachine gun
We stuck in a submarine bun, with a bag of shrooms
Cup of lean up in the padded room
Justin Bieber in a Catholic school
Selling dust and reefer when your back is to him
Don’t adjust your speaker
I’ll cuss the stripes off of a fuckin’ zebra when I’m at the zoo
Huffin’ cleaner ’til I gag from fumes
Fuck Christina with a plastic spoon
While I bump some G-Funk and blast some Snoop
‘Cause her double g-cups are massive, huge! But when you’re slightly hoarse, rasp
From the cyphering or-gasp, but still reciting your raps
While you’re tightening your grasp around the mic ’cause you done shitted on it so much, you’re always reminded of your past
‘Cause your heiny’s sore, that’s
‘Cause you still haven’t finished fuckin’ wiping your ass
From the night before last
No good, but rap somethin’ I’m too-good-for-my-own-good at
Fuck adulthood, I’m a grown-up brat
Where your cojones at? So big they fell out my scrotum, I just sowed ’em back
[Verse 9]
Dick so long, need a shoulder-strap
For that, gotta unroll it and fold it back
So difficult to wrap in the pro-filactic, it overlaps it
So I pack a Trojan so fat, when I lay it flat it’s like a yoga mat
Make a bitch think she’s in aerobics class
The bear you don’t wanna poke its back
The backbone of rap, your fuckin’ lead singles are my bonus tracks
When I appear, my peers stop
Hearts fall in their stomach, their spirits drop
Careers flop, their gears lock, severe shock
Fear at the mere thought
Lyrics are top-tier, I’m so high at the top
I’m in the sky when I talk
Bitch, I’m so fly when I walk, my ears pop
[Outro]
Oh, and I’m just playin’ ladies, you know I love you
I got a idea for a line It’s fun for me just to grab a boob
Plus my penis got an attitude
My fuckin’ Weiner’s in a combative mood
Come and suck a mean one like it’s mad at you
I speak tongue and cheek, what you asslicks do
‘Cause you love to eat butt, it’s sad but true
[Verse 4]
I just sprung a leak suddenly
What I think in my gut instinct become in sync
My thoughts and my stomach link up with each other
Ink touches the pad, then boom! Since the day Dre gave me beats, I was made elite
That’s basically what makes me me
Creating stink, ’til these tats are fading ink
Who’s the greatest? Think we’re still debating, wink
ADD, and better put out an APB
‘Cause it’ll take LAPD and me layin’ in the street
For you to see Shady beat
And I’ll bet ya they’d need cleats
‘Cause I’d have to be stomped by forty men to suffer a defeat
I pray please Jesus to make me decent
Inhaling the main ingredient of pain relievers, and saline
I take three Aleves, tryna break these fevers, I’m ailing
I stay free of divas and ladies screamin’
‘Cause they keep schemin’ on me
Vading keepin’ the women at bay
Like Laci Peterson, baby fetuses
Legs and feet have been weighted, chained in semen
It’s straight demon—and wait! [Intro: Eminem & Royce Da 5’9″]
I’ve always looked at battle rap as competition or war, and the main objective is to destroy, completely fucking obliterate your opponent by saying anything and everything, whatever the fuck you can, to get a reaction from the crowd. Mine are always being rode, in fact:
They’re frozen, you ever seen a cul-de-sac?

[Outro]
But what about that grandson on your knee? [Intro]
Here’s a tale of Tom
Who worked the railroads long
His wife would cook his meal
As he would change the wheel
[Chorus]
Poor Tom, seventh son
Always knew what was going on
Ain’t nothing that you can hide from Tom
Ain’t nothing that you can hide from Tom
[Verse 1]
Worked for thirty years
Sharing hopes and fears
Dreaming of the day
He could turn and say
[Chorus]
Poor Tom, work is done
Been lazing out in the noonday sun
Ain’t nothing that you can hide from Tom
Ain’t nothing that you can hide from Tom
[Verse 2]
His wife was Annie Mae
With any man a game she would play
When Tom was out of town
She could not keep her dress down
[Chorus]
Poor Tom, seventh son
Always knew what was going on
Ain’t nothing that you can hide from Tom
Ain’t nothing that you can hide from Tom
[Verse 3]
And so it was one day
People got to Annie Mae
Tom stood, a gun in his hand
And stopped her running around
[Chorus]
Poor Tom, seventh son
Gotta die for what you have done
All those years of work are thrown away
To ease your mind is that all you can say? Them railroad songs, Tom would sing to me
Ain’t nothing that you can hide from Tom
Ain’t nothing that you can hide from Tom
Ain’t nothing that you can hide from Tom
Ain’t nothing that you can hide from Tom
Hey
Keep-a truckin’
Keep-a truckin’
Hey

[Sample]
Used to be a dreamer
Dreamin’ of a fire
[Verse 1]
Uh, my mama used to pray that she’d see me in Yale
It’s fucked up she gotta see me in jail
On the visit with Lil Papi, it hurt even though I seemed to be well
They got a smoker with a key to my cell, damn
And even worst, my judge black don’t wanna see me do well
It’s either that or black people for sale
Gave me two to four years like, “Fuck your life, meet me in hell”
And let it burn like Lucifer, you look even stupider
Tryna impress them people in power when power abusin’ us
For 44 dollars a hour, you coward they using ya
Is it self-hate that made you send me upstate? Uhh, trauma
When them drugs got a hold of your mama
And the judge got a hold on your father
Go to school, bullet holes in the locker
[Verse 3]
How many times you send me to jail to know that I won’t fail
Invisible shackles on the king, ’cause shit, I’m on bail
I went from selling out arenas, now shit, I’m on sale
Them cold nights starting to feel like hell, uhh
Watching a black woman take my freedom
Almost made me hate my people
When they label you felon, it’s like they telling you they not equal
11 years going to court knowing they might keep you or drive you crazy
23 hours in a cell, somebody save me
I’m on a jail card, trying to explain it to my baby
I gotta do the calendar twice, and that’s a maybe
Trauma
[Chorus]
I just won
I was on the corner with the reefa
And they got us warring for our freedom
See my brother blood on the pavement
How you wake up in the mornin’ feelin’ evil? This where the so-called “real niggas” sweeping up for cupcakes
And that’s your phone time, if you ain’t got no money, you ain’t online
Hey call your son, call your daughter just to wish them more prime
Oh God, don’t let them streets get a hold of ’em
Your daughter fuckin’ now, it’s gon be a cold summer
Your son trapping now and your homie giving nose to him
And if he fuck that paper up, he puttin’ holes through him
And you just wanna make it home, so you can show it to him
And them people ain’t finna give no parole to ya
They want blood, we all hangin’ with a noose on our neck
Marcelli mom just died, he wanna use my collect
And he won’t make it to the wake unless he give ’em a check
We still niggas though, what you expect? Uhh, trauma
When them drugs got a hold of your mama
And the judge got a hold on your father
Go to school, bullet holes in the locker
[Verse 2]
Ain’t no PTSDs, them drugs keep it at ease
They shot that boy 20 times when they could’ve told him just freeze
Could’ve put him in a cop car, but they let him just bleed
The ambulance, they coming baby, just breathe
That’s what the old lady said when she screamed
This nightmare on Elm Street, Friday the 13th
And in the 13th amendment, it don’t say that we kings
They say that we legally slaves if we go to the bing
They told Kaep’ stand up if you wanna play for a team
And all his teammates ain’t saying a thing (Stay woke)
If you don’t stand for nothing, you gon’ fall for something
And in the 60’s, if you kneeled, you’d prolly be killed
But they don’t kill you now, they just take you out of your deal
Kill your account, look where money get spilled
Check it, and they don’t kill you now, they just take you out of your deal
Kill your account, look where money get spilled
[Chorus]
I just won
I was on the corner with the reefa
And they got us warring for our freedom
See my brother blood on the pavement
How you wake up in the mornin’ feelin’ evil? Uhh, trauma
When them drugs got a hold of your mama
And the judge got a hold on your father
Go to school, bullet holes in the locker [Chorus]
I just won
I was on the corner with the reefa
And they got us warring for our freedom
See my brother blood on the pavement
How you wake up in the mornin’ feelin’ evil?

[Intro: Meek Mill]
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
It’s a Kodak moment, got Kodak in this bitch
Uh, yeah, yeah
Lil’ fish, uh
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
I did a Saks Fifth run (Yeah)
I did a bad bitch run, uh
I just bought a new AP (AP)
‘Bout to get the bad bitch one (Yeah)
Nigga like the new Jay-Z (Woo)
Pockets on fat, Big Pun (Big bag)
I be goin’ too crazy (Crazy)
Hit a famous ho, which one? Yeah
Ain’t no stopping me
Talk on the ‘net, don’t apply to me
I can’t be with these rap niggas
I know my dawgs gon’ slide for me
All that talk, that’s cap, nigga
Y’all be soundin’ like cops to me
Layin’ on the jet with a MAC, nigga
Bust down, ain’t no robbin’ me
I don’t want my old bitch back (I don’t wanna her)
Shit, damn, but I still wanna fuck, uh (Yeah)
I be overload with the drip (Drip)
Shit might spill in my cup, uh
I can’t fuck with these niggas (Fuck ’em)
But I still send ’em my love (Yeah)
I ain’t gotta trap no more (No)
I’ma just give ’em my plug (Yeah)
New bitch ass too fat (Ass too fat)
Put a price tag on that (Price tag)
No, I’m not cuffin’ these thots (No)
You ain’t gotta ask me that (No)
I be tryna run up this guap (Run it up)
Nigga, you can have ’em back (Yeah)
Two big boy Rolls Royces (What?)
And we goin’ back to back, huh
[Chorus: Kodak Black]
Poppin’ niggas like tic-tac-toe
Sippin’ Ace of Spades, I do
Got the K everywhere I go
Don’t come to me ’bout no ho
Poppin’ niggas like Tic Tac Toe
Sippin’ Ace of Spades, I do
Got the K everywhere I go
Don’t come to me ’bout no ho
Don’t come to me ’bout no rumor
My partner, he got a tumor
Every day, I keep a ruler
Just me, I don’t need no shooter
Don’t come to me ’bout no mess
Want beef, I’m sayin’ less
It ain’t nothin’ to get you wet
Make a movie on your set
[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Benji, Benji, Benji on Benjis (Benjis)
Keepin’ my hoes in that Fendi (That Fendi)
Whippin’ that Rolls like a hemi (Skrrt)
Face down, smearin’ her Fenty, uh
Niggas, they always got somethin’ to say
See ’em, it’s nothin’ to talk about (Nothin’)
Catch you and you tried to stunt in the club
You gettin’ smoked in the parking lot
Came on the block (Uh), brand new Saint Laurent (Whoa)
I gotta lay off designer ’cause honestly I’ve just been makin’ ’em hot (Yeah)
I’m not a Muslim but I had to put in them prayers to make it sell out (Woo)
I know my way to the top
I took a circle and made it a block, run (Break it down)
Red fish, blue fish, old bitch, new bitch (New bitch)
Niggas said it’s on sight, see me, he ain’t do shit, uh
We got them thirties on thirties (Thirties)
Phantom is newer than Jersey (Jersey)
I put that bitch in a figure four
Fuck it, I’m doin’ her dirty (Dirty)
Don’t even know what I’m in it for (I don’t)
I probably get her a Rollie (A Rollie)
I probably get her Chanel, Chanel
And then she know I’m fuckin’ her homies (Her homies)
Keep a bad bitch in my face (My face)
She tryin’ to get to first place (First place)
We don’t pop X, pop Ace (Pop Ace)
And we only cop by case, huh
[Chorus: Kodak Black]
Poppin’ niggas like tic-tac-toe
Sippin’ Ace of Spades, I do
Got the K everywhere I go
Don’t come to me ’bout no ho
Poppin’ niggas like Tic Tac Toe
Sippin’ Ace of Spades, I do
Got the K everywhere I go
Don’t come to me ’bout no ho
Don’t come to me ’bout no rumor
My partner, he got a tumor
Every day, I keep a ruler
Just me, I don’t need no shooter
Don’t come to me ’bout no mess
Want beef, I’m sayin’ less
It ain’t nothin’ to get you wet
Make a movie on your set

(Tellin’ me)
Shawty be choosing to keep her from messing me (Yeah)
Sniper Gang with me like Kodak
Really got money and you know that (Know that)
Better pay the tab if you owe that (Yeah)
If a nigga start layin’ where your ho at
I’m from the north side of Philly my niggas will really send shot where your bro at (Shot)
I heard them niggas that’s helpin’ your hood got depressed when you hear you can’t go back (Whoo)
[Chorus]
I ain’t gotta front, I get what I want
If shawty a baddie, I hit from the front
She got a fattie, I hit from the back
They should have never let me get a sack
Oh yeah
I’m living legend, I swerve in that Lambo like I’m in the pack
Oh yeah
I’m going hard for this paper, they hating, they cuttin’ no slack (Get it man, get it man)
Stuck in my ways, chasing this paper, been up for some days
Fucking lil shawty, I let her hang with me, she fucking amazed
Crib so big, to get to my bedroom, it’s fuckin’ a maze
Cut her a check and tell her behave [Verse 1]
I bury you niggas in money
And then make it rain at your funeral
You flexing a ten and the twenties
Can tell that this money shit new to you
You get my chain, I don’t want it back
You wear that shit while they viewing you
I’m in the field like a running back
Jumping out that Benz like a hula hoop
Call me the GOAT, but I’m in a Lam
I jumped out the Porsche, and got me some grams
Ran up a check, start popping them bands
These niggas upset, thank God for my fam
Lord forgive me for totin’ these semis
And puttin’ these bad bitches up in Fendi
I got a fetish for gettin’ this cheddar
Ain’t going out bad when I’m in the city
[Chorus]
I ain’t gotta front, I get what I want
If shawty a baddie, I hit from the front
She got a fattie, I hit from the back
They should have never let me get a sack
Oh yeah
I’m living legend, I swerve in that Lambo like I’m in the pack
Oh yeah
I’m going hard for this paper, they hating, ain’t cuttin’ no slack (Get it back, get it back)
Stuck in my ways, chasing this paper, been up for some days
Fucking lil shawty, I let her hang with me, she fuckin’ amazed
Crib so big, to get to my bedroom, it’s fuckin’ a maze
Cut her a check and tell her behave
[Verse 2]
I don’t got time to be wasting my time
Too many bad bitches waiting in line
That pussy good, I’ma take her to shine
She lose a point, it’ll make her a nine
She know I got some paper, I ain’t gotta pay her
She just want me to pay her some mind
She want a fuckin’ chaser, I’ma fuck her later
But I really can’t make up my mind
I want some money and I want some pussy (Some pussy)
No lyin’ like Lucious or Cookie
I built a empire sellin’ that fire
I stayed on the block in a hoodie (Check check)
I turn my Glock onto fully (Fully)
I let it wop on a bully
I’m gettin’ top in the telly (Ha)
It sound like she moppin’ spaghetti
[Chorus]
I ain’t gotta front, I get what I want
If shawty a baddie, I hit from the front
She got a fattie, I hit from the back
They should have never let me get a sack
Oh yeah
I’m living legend, I swerve in that Lambo like I’m in the pack
Oh yeah
I’m going hard for this paper, they hating, ain’t cuttin’ no slack (Get it back, get it back)
Stuck in my ways, chasing this paper, been up for some days
Fucking lil shawty, I let her hang with me, she fucking amazed
Crib so big, to get to my bedroom, it’s fuckin’ a maze
Cut her a check and tell her behave
[Verse 3]
Ain’t no finessing (No)
Niggas they say it’s all love and it better be (Yuh)
Can’t get ahead of me (Whoa)
Whole ‘nother level, they ain’t on my pedigree
I got the recipe (Recipe)
I had to mix up the song with the melody (Mix it up)
Fuck is you tellin’ me?

Okay, okay
[Verse 2: Roddy Ricch]
I put all my dogs in Saint Laurent, yeah yeah
We had the fiends jumping at the spot, yeah yeah
I was whipping that dope up like a pot of spaghetti
The trap was hotter nigga had the feds around the corner
Get the package every week I got the straps in Arizona
I flooded out the bitch I had to put the Patek on her
[Chorus: Future]
In that new Shahpar, ooh-ooh
That’s a car, ooh-ooh
Money, money, ah-ooh-ooh
Big boss, ooh-ooh
In that Richie Mille, it don’t tick tock, hoo-hoo
Splash warning, hoo-hoo, ooh-ooh
I be cookin’ coco out the pot, pot, yeah-yeah
I just gave away my lil thot, thot, yeah-yeah
I just skrrt off in a robot, yeah-yeah
Pushed one button, the top go in the trunk, uh-huh, uh-huh
[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
Shawty gonna pop that pussy for a Cash app, okay
Only gonna fuck that bitch twice if her ass fat, okay
I keep Benji Franklin in my knapsack, okay
I wanna sleep in that pussy, that’s a cat nap, okay
Lambo truck, oh oh
Attract that bitch, your hoe
Chopper stick, two two
Threes lift your tutu
Please, you ain’t cool cool
Run up on me, you lose
Hustle like I’m Nipsey
My bitch look like NuNu
[Bridge: Young Thug]
Tons money on his head ’cause we, ’cause we shottas
Diamonds blue and red, like a, like a cop car
Money on lil bitch, still ain’t see what’s the total
Heard he’s on her crew, we gon’ splash when they roll up
[Chorus: Future]
In that new Shahpar, ooh-ooh
That’s a car, ooh-ooh
Money, money, ah-ooh-ooh
Big boss, ooh-ooh
In that Richie Mille, it don’t tick tock, hoo-hoo
Splash warning, hoo-hoo, ooh-ooh
I be cookin’ coco out the pot, pot, yeah-yeah
I just gave away my lil thot, thot, yeah-yeah
I just skrrt off in a robot, yeah-yeah
Pushed one button, the top go in the trunk, uh-huh, uh-huh [Intro: Future]
Okay, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Woo-woo-woo
Ayy-ayy, ooh-ooh
[Chorus: Future]
In that new Shahpar, ooh-ooh
That’s a car, ooh-ooh
Money, money, ah-ooh-ooh
Big boss, ooh-ooh
In that Richie Mille, it don’t tick tock, hoo-hoo
Splash warning, hoo-hoo, ooh-ooh
I be cookin’ coco out the pot, pot, yeah-yeah
I just gave away my lil thot, thot, yeah-yeah
I just skrrt off in a robot, yeah-yeah
Pushed one button, the top go in the trunk, uh-huh, uh-huh
[Verse 1: Future]
One one thousand grams I make it jump, uh huh, okay
Popped out in Yves Saint Laurent, okay, okay
I juug two thousand bands every month, okay, okay
I could get you anything you want, okay okay
Dog food, anything you want, okay okay
Any hoe you choose, which one you want?

[Verse 1]
Yah
Big bag, got ’em big mad
A nigga gettin’ to some money and his bitch bad
Jumpin’ out the Rolls truck with the temp tag
I’m gettin’ money, I don’t get mad, ugh
Ask a nigga in my hood, he go and said it on stand
And when them situations came, I came out like a champ
When it was pourin’ down rain and I came out of it damp
But now it’s champagne showers when we poppin’ the champ’, ugh
We dodged all the feds and they traps
Niggas can’t be us ’cause they rats
Stand tall, point a finger, never that
I knew a nigga had it all, went to the B, ain’t get it back
That’s why I’m humble as ever, and I rumble whatever
Don’t chase hoes ’cause they come with this cheddar
I seen my man girl start actin’ bougie when he fuck up his cheddar
Before you knew it, niggas was fuckin’ her better
I knew about it and I-
Wanted to tell him, I felt funny as ever
But when I told him, he went runnin’ to tell her, damn
Remember I was down bad, I’m talkin’ under the cellar
Now the Rolls Royces come with umbrellas
For the rain and all the pain that we been through
If you don’t feed your wolves they gon’ put you on the menu
That’s why I be with family and some bulls that I been knew
If money determined loyalty, we’d cut you with a Ginsu
Now I go against you, facts
[Chorus]
Rule number one, never count your homie pockets thinkin’ you deserve it
Rule number two, never trust a bitch that’ll fuck you for some purses
Rule number three, save you some of that money, shit you better stop splurgin’
‘Cause when it’s all said and done and you back at the bottom, they gon’ treat you like you worthless
Respect the game
[Verse 2]
Fuck the fame
We millionaires fuck your watch and lil’ chain
Niggas disappear as quick as Lil Xan
You feelin’ yourself, I know you got a lil’ lane
Just hold your composure, I seen this shit happen over and over
That couple hundred thousand holdin’ you over
That ain’t real money
That’s bill money, buy a Rollie, get a wheel money
Catch a case, pay a lawyer, take a deal money
Now you tapped out and got no appeal money
Callin’ home like niggas done did you wrong
But when you had that money you could’ve put niggas on
And the moment they put cuffs on you, your bitch was gone
Student of the game, I’m just ahead of my class
I’m that nigga, but I never got my head up my ass
You doin’ good, but I’m ready for bad
And you won’t never catch me frontin’ ’cause I’m used to bein’ second to last
Respect the game
[Chorus]
Rule number one, never count your homie pockets thinkin’ you deserve it
Rule number two, never trust a bitch that’ll fuck you for some purses
Rule number three, save you some of that money, shit you better stop splurgin’
‘Cause when it’s all said and done and you back at the bottom, they gon’ treat you like you worthless
Respect the game

[Intro: Meek Mill & Future]
Yeah, ooh
(Wheezy outta here)
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
We gon’ wake yo’ dog up on that cash, huh (Brr)
Play I’ll put them demons on yo’ ass, huh
I got too much problems, don’t make me mad, huh (Don’t make me mad)
I’m too rich to send a hit, you better be glad, huh (Better be glad)
Deep down in them trenches, started up in extensions, (No)
Touch down in the clipboard, now we back in business (Business)
Pull up in my hood, these niggas be actin’ different (For what?)
They gon’ keep it cool ’cause we’ll rat them niggas
Huh, livin’ to die, nigga we dyin’ to live (Dyin’ to live)
Had to sacrifice my life just for my mom and kids (Mom and kids)
Beefin’ with some real killers, they at my momma crib
Turn me to a monster, gotta show you niggas what time it is, huh
I got a rush, now none of these niggas wanna hit me up (Boom boom boom)
I was taught to kill a real killer, and it’ll get you loved (Get you loved)
Fast game a nigga thirty years and he stuck (And he stuck)
Still prayin’ he don’t get me up, huh
[Chorus: Meek Mill]
We gon’ wake yo’ dog up on that cash, huh (Brr)
Send a message to ’em with no mask, huh (With no mask)
You don’t wanna see my lil’ nigga in yo’ grass, huh (In yo’ grass)
Hangin’ all out the window, swingin’ that Mac, huh (Straight up)
Pay you back, nigga gon’ pay you back (Pay you back) (21, 21)
Leave ’em with some real rich niggas that’ll get you wet (Get you what?)
We ain’t ever fittin’ with no nigga with like, “Where you at?” (21, 21)
Pay you back, niggas gon’ pay you back
[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
I can’t lie, I feel like John Wick with a stick (Straight up)
Bought a trap phone just to greenlight hit (Straight up)
All that talkin’ make that chopper give you lip filler (21)
I come from the six, where they kill killers (Straight up)
This AK got so many bodies I call it Charles Manson (Straight up)
We was tryna find a lick, y’all niggas was somewhere dancing (Bitch)
Them young niggas still had respect when they was broke, huh (God)
The whole city know that 21 gang got smoke, some
If you want a wack, it’s gon’ cost ten nickels (Fifty)
Bring a hundred racks, it could get done quicker (Quickie)
Desert Eagle bullets same size as a pickle (Straight up)
We could lie to opps and then we fuck all they sisters (On god)
All the guns I own got hollow tips in ’em (Straight up)
Nigga pick a side and you gon’ die in the middle (Lil’ bitch)
Dreamchaser shoot ’em wit’ the 38 through the pillow
Wish I rapped in the 90’s ’cause this 2k shit full of weirdos (Weirdos)
[Chorus: Meek Mill]
We gon’ wake yo’ dog up on that cash, huh (Brr)
Send a message to ’em with no mask, huh (With no mask)
You don’t wanna see my lil’ nigga in yo’ grass, huh (In yo’ grass)
Hangin’ all out the window, swingin’ that Mac, huh
Pay you back, nigga gon’ pay you back (Pay you back)
Leave ’em with some real rich niggas that’ll get you wet (Wet)
We ain’t ever fittin’ with no nigga with like, “Where you at?” (Where you whoo)
Pay you back, niggas gon’ pay you back, huh
[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
I’m like free all my young niggas that’s incarcerated (Free ’em)
See 20 mil by 32, I feel obligated (Yeah)
I say nigga don’t want no smoke, you ain’t no carburetor (Brr)
Try to kill me, I come right back, Arnold Schwarzenegger (Ha)
AP terminator (Terminator), gon’ make me burn a hater (Burn a hater)
No bitch shitted on me back then, I had to return the favor (Whoo)
I feel first night, I ain’t hit her back, and I don’t wanna fight
You can get it back, I ain’t beatin’ ’bout no dog hoe
Can’t find a bitch like Waldo
‘Cause she was tryna buy the bitch all though
Nigga this that Chanel money
This that so much work, if you get coach, you better not tell money
This that out yo’ league, I smell like Creed while buying smell money
Fly them bells in, right to your doorstep, that’s Mel money
Young bull did his first hit and he turnt up, huh
If gettin’ money was a sin nigga, I’d be burnt up, huh
If you know a nigga from back then, oh I was fucked up, huh
Get to playin’ fingers and they swingin’ through like a nunchuck (Gang)
[Chorus: Meek Mill]
We gon’ wake yo’ dog up on that cash, huh (Brr)
Send a message to ’em with no mask, huh (With no mask)
You don’t wanna see my lil’ nigga in yo’ grass, huh (In yo’ grass)
Hangin’ all out the window, swingin’ that Mac, huh (Boom boom boom)
Pay you back, nigga gon’ pay you back (Pay you back)
Leave ’em with some real rich niggas that’ll get you wet (Wet)
We ain’t ever fittin’ no nigga with like, “Where you at?” (Where you whoo)
Pay you back, niggas gon’ pay you back, ho

[Intro: Meek Mill]
Yeah, reportin’ live from the northside of litty city
You fuck my bitch, I’ma keep it player
I just want you to know that we the Navy Seals
We gon’ strike your whole motherfucking platoon, nigga
Gang
Bangladesh
Ugh
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Three bad bitches, fuckin’ on me
Top floor at my penthouse, yeah
Young rich nigga, I’m on my roll
Fuckin’ them hoes in my flip-flops, yeah
Fuck her, that troll and this hip-hop, woah
Nigga play me, gon’ get shot (Brr)
Quarter mil’ ‘caine, my wrist white, woah
Bust down, Patek don’t tick-tock, no
We got them birds in a drought
I caught a plaque and they hittin’ it raw
This life I’m living be trippin’ me out ’cause I just let a famous bitch spit in my mouth (Ew)
I’ma buy a bird for a project bitch
Rolls truck coming, I’ma cop that shit
Ass all fat, tell her pop that shit like (Booty, booty, booty, booty)
Every red bottom, know I got that shit
Post it on the Gram, but you not that lit
Your favorite rapper is not that rich (Booty, booty, booty, booty)
Fly Dubai on Emirates
Only fly a mob that’s with the shits
All bad hoes need discipline (Booty, booty, booty, booty)
[Chorus: Meek Mill]
I want a freak nasty ho, and I want all bad bitches
I’m in a red ‘Sace robe, fuckin’ on all bad bitches
(Booty, booty, booty, booty)
I want a brand new Rolls, and I want all bad bitches
I want a freak nasty ho, that’ll grant all my wishes
(Booty, booty, booty, booty)
Tell her come- fuck on me, tell her come fuck on me
Fuck on me, tell her come fuck on me
I want a freak nasty ho, and I want all bad bitches
I want a freak nasty ho, that’ll grant all my wishes, yeah
[Verse 2: Cardi B]
(Cardi) I bought my money ring, your’s out (Woo)
Red Lamborghini with the doors out (Ugh)
I hit them the mall, clear stores out (Ugh)
Hit it to your face, get pores out, yeah
(Booty, booty, booty, booty)
I been hard workin’ and humble
Believe me, I’ve heard of the mumble (Look)
I’m just gon’ leave it alone (Yeah)
‘Cause I would put burners to bundles
Bitches are miserable, they are so typical
Hating is cheap, not my material
Look where I’m at, run back to years ago
I used to strip, now I keep a different pole (Cardi)
I do not fuck with your kind, no
I do not fuck with your vibe, no
I am a big, boss bitch, I do not come in your size, no
(Booty, booty, booty)
I seen a bitch tryna switch sides (Switch)
Then jump back, tryna dick ride (No)
But I ain’t really worried about these hoes (Huh?)
‘Cause bitches are hurt, D. Rose (Yeah)
Gucci bags, 40 count stickin’ out (Ugh)
If they want the smoke, then I give it out (Ugh)
I might leave my robe at your nigga house
Give you two something to figure out
I seen all these shots and they brick, brick, brick
Try something new ho, quick, quick quick
Body bag, body bag, zip, zip, zip (Booty, booty, booty, booty)
[Chorus: Meek Mill]
I want a freak nasty ho, and I want all bad bitches
I’m in a red ‘Sace robe, fuckin’ on all bad bitches
(Booty, booty, booty, booty)
I want a brand new Rolls, and I want all bad bitches
I want a freak nasty ho, that’ll grant all my wishes
(Booty, booty, booty, booty)
Tell her come- fuck on me, tell her come fuck on me
Fuck on me, tell her come fuck on me
I want a freak nasty ho, and I want all bad bitches
I want a freak nasty ho, that’ll grant all my wishes, yeah
[Bridge: Distorted, Meek Mill and Cardi B]
I want a freak nasty ho
Freak, freak nasty ho
I’m in a red ‘Sace robe (Robe, robe)
(Booty, booty, booty, booty)
I do not come in your size
Brand new Rolls, all bad bitches
I want a freak nasty ho
I seen a bitch go an’ switch sides
[Chorus: Meek Mill]
I want a freak nasty ho, and I want all bad bitches
I’m in a red ‘Sace robe, fuckin’ on all bad bitches
(Booty, booty, booty, booty)
I want a brand new Rolls, and I want all bad bitches
I want a freak nasty ho, that’ll grant all my wishes
(Booty, booty, booty, booty)
Tell her come- fuck on me, tell her come fuck on me
Fuck on me, tell her come fuck on me
I want a freak nasty ho, and I want all bad bitches
I want a freak nasty ho, that’ll grant all my wishes, yeah
(Booty, booty, booty, booty)

[Intro: Drake & Future]
Yeah
(Wheezy outta here)
G, G
[Verse 1: Drake]
Back home, smokin’ legal (Legal)
I got more slaps than The Beatles (Beatles)
Foreign shit runnin’ on diesel, dawg
Playin’ with my name, that shit is lethal, dawg (Who you say you was?)
Don Corleone
Trust me, at the top it isn’t lonely (Strapped)
Everybody actin’ like they know me, dawg
Don’t just say you’re down, you gotta show me (What you gotta do?)
Bring the clip back empty (It’s empty)
You asked to see the boss, so they sent me, dawg (Sent me, dawg)
I just broke her off with a 10-piece, dawg (10-piece, dawg)
That ain’t nothin’, I’m just bein’ friendly, dawg
[Chorus: Drake]
It’s just a lil’ 10-piece for her
Just to blow it in the mall, doesn’t mean that we’re involved
I just… what? I just… uh, put a Richard on the card
I ain’t grow up playin’ ball, but I’ll show you how the fuck you gotta do it
If you really wanna ball ’til you fall
When your back against the wall
And a bunch of niggas need you to go away
Still goin’ bad on ’em anyway
Saw you last night, but did it broad day
[Outro: Future]
Wheezy outta here I just… uh, put a Richard on the card
I ain’t grow up playin’ ball, but I’ll show you how the fuck you gotta do it
If you really wanna ball ’til you fall
When your back against the wall
And a bunch of niggas need you to go away
Still goin’ bad on ’em anyway
Saw you last night, but did it broad day
[Post-Chorus: Drake]
Yeah, lot of Murakami in the hallway (What?)
Got a sticky and I keep it at my dawg’s place
Girl, I left your love at Magic, now it’s all shade
Still goin’ bad on you anyway
[Interlude: Meek Mill]
Woah, woah, ooh, woah
Woah, woah, ah
[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
I could fit like 80 racks in my Amiris (80 racks)
Me and Drizzy back-to-back, it’s gettin’ scary (Back-to-back)
If you fuckin’ with my opps, just don’t come near me (Get outta my way)
Put some bands all on your head like Jason Terry (Brrt, brrt, ooh)
Richard Mille cost a Lambo (That’s a Lambo)
Known to keep the baddest bitches on commando (Salute)
Every time I’m in my trap, I move like Rambo (Extended)
Ain’t a neighborhood in Philly that I can’t go (That’s a Fendi)
For real
She said, “Oh, you rich rich?” (“You rich rich”)
Bitch, I graduated, call me “Big Fish” (Ballin’)
I got Laurie Harrier on my wish list (That’s Laurie)
That’s the only thing I want for Christmas (True story, uh)
I’ve been had my way out here, yeah, know that’s facts (Facts)
You ain’t livin’ that shit you say, yeah, we know that’s cap (That’s cap)
You ain’t got to ask me when you see me, know I’m strapped (Brrt)
DC, OVO, we back again, we goin’ plat’ (Ooh, ooh)
[Chorus: Drake]
It’s just a lil’ 10-piece for her
Just to blow it in the mall, doesn’t mean that we’re involved
I just… what?

Don’t you know? Where they do that at? [Verse]
Uh, make it out the hood, they say you Hollywood
How dare you niggas tell me that I got it good
Gotta check and treat these niggas like I’m Robin Hood
When it was time to stand up for me, see, nobody stood
And I was lookin’ at you niggas, all the ones I fed
Had me grindin’ all them nights you was going to bed
And if I think I owe you something, nigga gon’ ahead
Treat you like I never knew you, put it on your head
And I got Papi on my line like, ‘When you comin’ home?’
My mama see it in my face, she know that somethin’ wrong
Bodies droppin’ in my city all summer long
Out on bail but I still gotta keep somethin’ on
‘Cause I can’t let ’em take my life, you might get left you make that right
When he got left it wasn’t right, but he was tryna live that life
I call up Coon to book that jet, we like three deep, we take that flight
Used to land in California to play that studio all night, we stayin’ down
For the love of them millions, ain’t layin’ down
Left you in the hood, what you sayin’ now? Uh, I told niggas stop askin’ me where niggas at
If you don’t see ’em in the pictures with me, that mean they faded away
I got my niggas out dissin’ myself, fun, we love each other, it’s all love but everybody can’t make it
Niggas wanna burn a bridge and expect you to send a yacht, huh? Don’t you know? And niggas wanted the smoke, you said, “Stand down,” uh
Cold heart, never get cold feet when the pressure come
It was beef, I had to tell niggas, “You better come”
Sister said they gettin’ over, it’s like you lettin’ them
Some shit I had to learn my lesson from, uh
Checkin’ in, checkin’ out, I just had to check you out
2012, it was 50 niggas when I’m steppin’ out
Forgot the time you asked me for a check and I ain’t lived it out
I ain’t even know you was upset, this what this shit about? [Intro: The Weeknd]
Woah, don’t you, baby, hey
It won’t matter, baby
Don’t you know? Goin’ city to city, can’t take my son to school when I want to, can’t see my mama, my family when I want to
They give a nigga my money, they act like he hangin’ with me
I ain’t ever been sweet
Far as I can remember, every time I went to jail I had to stand up in that bitch by myself
I ain’t never even think about a nigga callin’ my baby mama to pick my son up to take him to the movies
Go play basketball while I’m doin’ this time in the cell
Actin’ like I owe you somethin’
See, it hurt my heart to see some of my closest friends turn their back on me about that attention needle
Or a green piece of paper with a slave master on the front of that shit
I used to hear niggas, niggas that I was feedin’, I heard ’em whisperin’, “Meek Mill finished”
I was like, “And damn, I was feedin’ you, bro”
All I did was keep grindin’
Through the storm, nigga, I’m like Derrick Rose on a 50-point night on a daily basis, nigga
For the love of the millions, royalty over loyalty, never get it confused
I got real friends and family that’ll never turn their back on me for the love of the money
I got a homie that’s doin’ life—he can’t offer me no money, he can’t offer me nothin’ but a friendship and a relationship
I talk to him seven days a week
So don’t come to me talkin’ ’bout no money shit, nigga
So if you feel some type of way about my money, we goin’ to the furthest extent to protect that plate that goes in front of my son on the table, nigga
One love to all my family and friends that stayed down through all the madness
While I had to sacrifice and put it all on the line
One time for my mom and sister that never changed on me, even before I had money
Ride or die, no matter what
Dreamchasers for life, you dig? Woah, don’t you, baby, hey
It won’t matter, baby
Don’t you know? A green piece of paper can turn you to a hater
When you can’t bring up one time you returned me for a favor
So I play these niggas real close, talkin’ closer than my neighbors
‘Cause I know the signs when niggas switch sides, catch them vapors
[Chorus]
Used to be my dawg, you was in my left titty
Scream, “Ride or die,” I thought you would ride with me
Found out you was jealous, you wouldn’t even grind with me
And when I copped the 6 you wanted the 550
Used to be my dawg, you was in my left titty
Scream, “Ride or die,” I thought you would ride with me
Found out you was jealous, you wouldn’t even grind with me
And when I copped the 6 you wanted the 550
[Outro]
See, I look at it like this
What I’m supposed to spend a thousand nights in the studio rappin’ my lights out?

Mama told me not to do it but I did it
Now I’m locked up in a prison
Callin’ mama like I shouldn’t have did it
Watch my dream shatter in an instant
I’m on a visit posin’ for the picture
Like I’m going for my prom or somethin’
Like I ain’t facing time or somethin’
Ridin’ for these niggas like that shit ain’t hurt my mom or somethin’
Only one gon’ get me commissary or even buy me somethin’
When it all fall down
I can call y’all now
Even if I hit your phone
That won’t get me home
Seen so many different times , these niggas did me wrong
Shit that’s the reason that I did this song
[Verse 2]
Shit we was kids used to play on the step
A couple years later we flirtin’ with the angel of death
I was eleven years old, I got my hands on the TEC
When I first touched it that shit gave me a rush
My homie’s dying I’m like “Maybe we next”
That just made me a threat
Knowin’ the niggas smoke my daddy it just made me upset
Made me a man shit I was five when God gave me my test
Go to court with a court appointed and he won’t say he objects
Now it’s you against the state and you ain’t got no cake
Jail overpopulated they ain’t got no space
I know a young’un that got murked ain’t get to drive no Wraith
But he in the hearse on the way to church, I know his mom gon’ faint
When she smell like embalment fluid, cologne all on her baby
Pastor said he sendin’ you home, she goin’ crazy
When they drop that casket all in the ground, who gon’ save me? Was we really that dumb? ‘Cause we carry a gun
And every nigga in my neighborhood carryin’ one
‘Cause we had nightmares of our mamas got to bury her son
I’m speakin’ to you as a prophet as rare as they come, uh
Gunshots sound like music hangin’ out the Buick
Why you wanna be a shooter? I take a shot, if I miss I’m gettin’ them boards
Ain’t quittin’ no more, like give me some more
We wearing Old Navy, it felt like Christian Dior
Was dead broke but rich in soul, was we really that poor? How could you blame me? When I’m tryna stay alive and just survive and beat them odds when niggas die by twenty-five
When I stop fearin’ for my life, when I decide to change my mind And stop totin’
Tryna smoke the pain away, they lock us up for smoking
Put ’em on probation, lock ’em up if you ain’t perfect
Victims of the system like a rain drop in the ocean
They closin’ all the schools and all the prisons gettin’ open
[Outro]
Yeah
See comin’ from where I come from
We had to beat the streets
Beat the system, beat racism, beat poverty
And now we made it through all that we at the championship [Intro]
Yeah, uh
[Verse 1]
All the young’uns in my hood popping percs now
Gettin’ high to get by, it’s gettin’ worse now
You gotta tell ’em put them guns and the percs down
Them new jails got ten yards in ’em and that’s your first down, uh
And I ain’t come here to preach
I just had to say somethin’ ’cause I’m the one with the reach
Youngin’ gotta quarter ounce, he tryna turn into Meech
Ain’t had no daddy, he’s had to learn from the streets
I used to be a honor roll student, damn
Then I turned to a beast
The first time I seen a nigga get some blood on his sneaks
He had on Air Max 93s but was slumped in the street
His mama cryin’, that did somethin’ to me, oh Lord
The shit I’m doin’ for my hood I won’t get an award
I used to sell Reggie, damn how’ I get to the Forbes?

[Verse 1]
Ugh, every bitch I’m fuckin’ say they only fuckin’ me
I even bought you diamonds, put you in that double seat
The way you love the game, you couldn’t be in love with me
I work too hard for my name to let a bitch put mud on me
So how can I trust you? (Trust you)
When all the rich niggas fucked you (Fucked you)
Make you my baby, I’d love to (Love to)
You was a dime, but I dubbed you (Dubbed you)
When I first bagged you that shit had me excited
Swimming in that pussy, girl, I swear there’s nothing like it
I got plans to cut you off, I know that you won’t like it
I knew that it would come to this, I seen it like psychic
Turned you to a savage (Savage)
I won’t forget you, you a bad bitch (Bad bitch)
I set you up so you could level up (Level up)
But you was used to being average (Average)
Jumpin’ on jets, you was caught up in the life
They gassed you on Instagram, you caught up in the hype
A ho gon’ be a ho, so ain’t no use for no advice
When you crossed me, you lost me, can’t let you cross me twice
[Chorus]
I almost fell in love with a thottie (Oh)
My dawg said “You got too many bodies” (Ooh)
Girl, that pussy had me like a zombie (Oh)
I gotta pour out my feelings that’s inside me, yeah
What happened in the dark is gon’ come to the light (Come to the light)
Magic from the start, you was fuckin’ me right (Fuckin’ me right)
Treat me like a king baby talk to me nice (Talk to me)
[Verse 2]
You fucking with a ball player and now acting bougie
Seen you out in traffic you act like you never knew me
I just bust out laughing when I seen with you that goofy (Ha)
Savage for that money, you like Ginger from the movie, ooh
I almost fell in love with a ho
I still dream of me fuckin’ you slow
Ass so fat all the stuff from the back
I still watch all our old videos
And I still hear that pussy callin’ (Callin’)
It’s so wet, slippery, it let me fall in
And from the way you treated me, almost went all in (All in)
Had to check your mileage and I started stallin’ (Stallin’)
‘Cause relationships turn into situationships
I know you don’t wanna hear this player shit, but baby I’m made for this
You made your bed, you gotta lay in it
My heart can’t play with this (No)
Gotta save myself before I try to save a bitch (Woah)
I ain’t been cuffing on no hoes and I ain’t gon’ start
Had to protect my wrist, protect my heart (Protect my heart)
Had to protect my wrist, protect my heart
Because this cold game left my heart cold, now I promise it ain’t my fault
[Chorus]
I almost fell in love with a thottie (Oh)
My dawg said “You got too many bodies” (Ooh)
Girl, that pussy had me like a zombie (Oh)
I gotta pour out my feelings that’s inside me, yeah
What happened in the dark is gon’ come to the light (Come to the light)
Magic from the start, you was fuckin’ me right (Fuckin’ me right)
Treat me like a king baby talk to me nice (Talk to me)
[Verse 3]
Ugh, I gotta keep a vest on my heart (On my heart)
You the reason the good women got it hard (Got it hard)
Shit, we was good until our feelings got involved
That’s when I did homework and then I really got involved, oh
Oh, and I don’t know how I’ma go ’bout it
Now a nigga coldhearted, baby, nobody
Get this hard, you suck the soul out me
Found out you a whole thottie
And you got a whole lotta bodies, nobody
No, you let what we had die young (Die young)
And that’s word to low-rider (Low-rider, no, no)
Soon as I thought I got one, I was like
[Chorus]
I almost fell in love with a thottie (Oh)
My dawg said “You got too many bodies” (Ooh)
Girl, that pussy had me like a zombie (Oh)
I gotta pour out my feelings that’s inside me, yeah
What happened in the dark is gon’ come to the light (Come to the light)
Magic from the start, you was fuckin’ me right (Fuckin’ me right)
Treat me like a king baby talk to me nice (Talk to me)

Oh, G63 is what your Benz say
I’m so happy you ain’t listen to your friends, babe
You can tell me how you want it, how you need it, I don’t mind
Need you right here by my side, ’cause out of sight is out of mind
And out of spite you hit decline, but I was hype
I hit your line a few more times than you hit back I’m gon’ respond
[Chorus: Ella Mai & Meek Mill]
Tell me how you want it, yeah
Call me and I’m on my way (On my way, on my way, woah)
Tell me that you need me, yeah
I’ll give it to you night and day (Night and day, night and day, go)
I’m talkin’ ’bout Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday Saturday, Sunday
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday
All day, 24/7
Yeah, all day, 24/7
[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Uh, yeah
You be throwin’ that shit back like it’s a Thursday
I be treatin’ you like everyday your birthday
Them hoes ain’t fuckin’ with you on your worst day
I got you on a new level like what Ferg say
When you fell down, I pick you up
Put on your crown, and lift you up
I put a rock all on your finger, so much ice could push a puck
Heard they feelings ’bout you, baby, tell them hoes I wish ’em luck
Talkin’ relationship goals, this could be us, yuh
24/7, what’s the 411? When you see me kneel like Kaepernick, call a reverend
See, I got a milli’ in a stash for a weddin’
If you ready, let me know, ’cause it’s whatever
[Bridge: Ella Mai]
But I know you in the worst way
Yeah, our anniversary
‘Bout to suit up on my birthday
‘Cause I know they keep you thirsty
Ain’t no playin’, this is us
Boy, be gentle, ain’t no rush
365, you’re the only one I trust
No, I can’t get enough
And all my ladies, if you feel me, help me sing it out
Yeah, yeah
I’m talkin’ ’bout Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday Saturday
[Chorus: Ella Mai]
Tell me how you want it, yeah
Call me and I’m on my way
Tell me that you need me, yeah
I’ll give it to you night and day
I’m talkin’ ’bout Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday Saturday, Sunday
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday
All day, 24/7
Yeah, all day, 24/7
Oh yeah
[Outro: Beyoncé]
End
What I found out-
I took a vow that from now on
I’m gonna be my own best [Intro: Beyoncé]
End, that’s what I found out
[Chorus: Ella Mai]
Tell me how you want it, yeah
Call me and I’m on my way
Tell me that you need me, yeah
I’ll give it to you night and day
I’m talkin’ ’bout Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday Saturday, Sunday
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday
All day, 24/7
Yeah, all day, 24/7
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Uh-huh-uh
Lovin’ the shit out you, fuckin’ the shit out you
For seven days straight, and now I can’t even live without you
And if we ever broke up, I won’t have a kid without you
You forever in my heart, I won’t forget about you
I be crushin’ you on Monday like it’s Wednesday
You pressed about that nigga, what your friends say?