[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
I just call my homie and he say he got a lick
He said he know a p**y n***a with a hundred bricks
So we gon' ride up on em, slide up on em with them sticks
Finna pop up at his crib like a f**in' magic trick
Hocus-Pocus, to the safe like you ace n***a open focus
But this ain't Calvin n***as, ridin' like a locomotive
Where the cash at? Show me where your stash at
Before I let the 40 air ya out and leave that a** flat
p**y a** n***as man it's tax season
Make a move and this muthaf**in mac squeezin'
Act decent, bet them hollows leave your back leakin'
n***as searchin' for the c**a like we crack feignin'
I gotta hundred k**as on my team
Young n***as gettin' greasier than Vaseline
Had a dream, I'mma chase it with this Mac machine
Put a n***a on the cover of a magazine
Home invasion, news paper got a man down
Hold his n***a legs, I'mma tie his hands down
Let em chase it, just to know we ain't playin' round
He ain't gotta get up on your knees, n***a head down
Blocka. You f**in' with a shotta
I'm bangin' 2Pac, "My Ambitionz As A Ridah"
I got the oo-wop. tryna' get it for my momma
And we gon flush everything if them boys get behind us
Cause we ain't comin' home
I'm in another zone
Ridin' with my dogs we just want another bone
I got another lick, so I got another chrome
I ain't gettin' to the money n***a then there's something wrong