[Vesre 1: Meek Mill]
Sipping on ciroc on'er then a light switch
Riding thru tha hood wit ma lil bad white chick
Ralph lauren 7 jeans, 9 to 5 night sh**
In my 96 impala growlin thru the night shift
I check you like a mic quick, comin out ya damn mouth
Catch you while tha cameras off, show up to ya damn house
Like excuse me MA'AM where such & such ride hard no buckle up
All left hooks right uppercuts treat you like the beat then f** you up
Im dippin on em wayback, we ain flippin we way strapped
Ma shooters they dont play around they lay you down like wave cap
In tha kitchen wit a 6 duce tryna turn there to a maybach
I whip whip, whip real hard like dale earnhard on the race track
Im in the front but im way back, way back but im in the front
Out shy n***as like ten to one, ???? but there ten of them
b**h done f**ed like ten of dem, oops I mean like ten of us
I don't wanna ride it ain't tinted up,???? comin thru wit tha fender up
Illuminati want my mind, soul, and body
They ask me would I trade it all for a maseratti
I told him naw he said 100 mil n I said prolli
Plus a phantom, panamera and the bugatti
We can work a deal, I put my mom up on the hill
I go to hell and burn it down
They hatin every time I turn around
Being co*ky, I turned it down, now it's time, jus turn it up
I flame on then burn em up, them n***as act like they learnin up
IM GONE