[Intro: Meek Mill]
Yo, Nick Papz, make it slap
Yeah
You gotta turn me up in the headphones some more, a little bit more
Turn me up Cruiz
So many motherfu*king hundreds you gotta make a part two
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
I'm not in competition with my homies
I'm whippin' the competition and the Rollie
I know my opposition never knew me
They wouldn't be opposition if they know me
I made a proposition to my hitters
I told them to knock me down if you owe me
I just been slidin' 'round, hittin' them, get 'em
We movin' with Glock, pounds and the .40s
Them ni**as got shot down, we was whorin'
My homie a opp now, so we on him
I was like sixteen with the MAC on me
Deep in the field like it's Pop Warner
Where did the sh*t scene ni**as cracked on me
When it got real, tried to slide on him
I made some M's, split the guys on 'em
We keepin' it real, ni**as not
And my homie a savage, I put in a casket
And I'm mad at him 'cause he died on us
Just left his funeral and I told his momma
Every time that she cry, we gon' slide on 'em
I look you ni**as right dead in the eyes
And I ain't surprised you ain't ridin' for us
How would you feel if you bust some mills with some ni**as
And they switch side on you? How would you feel?
When you so lit that you can't tell if the law real
If I can't tell you nothin', I'll tell you how Thug feel
And you ain't rich ni**a, your stash gon' pay my drug bill
Pussy (pussy!)
ni**a, this expensive pain, pullin' expensive Range
[Bridge: Lil Uzi Vert]
Now I got expensive chain
He got drug money (Yeah), that's expensive game (Yeah)
I got expensive shooter (Yeah), he got expensive aim (Yeah)
You know it's Lil Uzi (Yeah), that's an expensive name (Yeah)
[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
I'm goin hard and my back to the wall
I was like Derek, just pumpin' and fakin'
There's no way they matchin' me off
Who really gon' stick me and we gettin' busy
And we rappers when we ball
I won't even brag this, I go triple platinum
And they said that was an award, eh
I switch my Rollie up to a Richard Millie
In the trenches with some young ni**a
Tryna tell him how this rich sh*t really feel
You ain't never been in the field with them late nights
Off Benadryl with them great whites locked in a cell
Like Shawshank, no redemption
I was richest ni**a in the prison
I was strappin' up when ni**as weren't ridin'
I was the richest ni**a on a mission
I was motivated, I watchin' moves
Yeah, the brokest ni**a in the kitchen
I was chasin' million when they said I couldn't
I was hard headed, I ain't listen
Got a dad that never did
Now we all made it out the trenches, yeah
All of my money is new
All of my money is blue, riddle me this
I supposed to go get money, and keep doin' favors and give all my money to who?
You keep tellin' me ni**as keep tellin' you what?
Why they be runnin' to you?
Why every time ni**as talk about me and it's bad
They keep comin' to you?
[Interlude: Meek Mill]
I never got that part
ni**a, know you my man
But every time you wanna talk bad 'bout me
They come to you and you come to me like lil' hoe ass ni**a
I'll slap the sh*t out you, fu*k it
Woo
[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
Hunnids on hunnids on hunnids on hunnids
My homie a opp, but he know how I rock
So you know that I'm ready, however he comin'
We done went up on these ni**as like seventy-nothin'
They talkin' 'bout body, we talkin' 'bout millions
We talkin' bout money, they talkin' 'bout killin'
I gotta go to the bathroom soon as I walk in the building
You know how I'm livin
Walkin', I'm tuckin' and passin' the glizzy
Don't look how I [?], you know I ain't slippin'
Come to your trenches, its me and every one of my savage ni**as, you know I ain't trippin'
And I can't get extorted, I'm ballin' like Jordan
We slidin with twenty, we totin' and pimpin'
It's fu*k what ni**as think
I just be laughin' to the bank
[Verse 4: Lil Uzi Vert]
I done pulled up with the presidential on my wrist and this b*tch it like Hillary
I was just in the kitchen whippin' Hannah Montana like my name was Billy Ray
And I bet that I have me a hunnid million dollars on these ni**as 'fore I be twenty-eight
Love her back, when b*tches wasn't lovin' me
Twenty-thousand at best, she ain't dumpin' me
I'm on point ain't no b*tch out here runnin' me
Lamborghini, the same color Bumblebee
Pull up Cullinan, same color, bu*ter seats
In the game, ain't no young ni**a touchin' me
Yeah, she know that I'm the sh*t and she know that I'm rich
Every time that we fu*k, she yell "nut in me" (Aye, Lil Uzi)