[Hook: Rick Ross]
Poof! There go the car
Poof! There go the crib
Poof! A hundred mil
WOO! David Copperfield
David Copperfield
David Copperfield
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Could you knock that ho, could you blame that b**h?
Cause she wanna roll with a real n***a like me thats gon' slang that dick
Like coke to a fiend, f** throat on the lean
Take low on the Perc, now that ho on a bean
Still money over these hoes
Got YSL on my clothes
And blood drip on my sneakers
n***a, you hating on me -- she chose
And I ain't f** your girl she rode
My stick-shift she drove
Did everything that she 'posed to
I pulled my camera out and she posed
And I was like, got that
Drop that, pop that
Got the top back on the dropback, I'm back
And the Glock at where the crotch at, I'm strapped
All the rocks at where the watch at, stop that
Could you cop that? Not that
I'm like send the mob at, dimesack I'm catching on contact
Got racks, y'all n***as ain't 'bout that, 'bout that life!
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Poof! n***a f** your life
f** your n***as and f** your wife (f** 'em!)
Got two bad b**hes with a n***a
And you know they gon' f** all night (Right)
And I rock hard white
n***a rich game pride
I'll pull up on who*es and I'm sitting on fours, in a big boy drop
Call big boy shots, all clear stones in my big boy watch
All year long, got the strip on lock
Everytime we in this b**h, man, sh** gon' pop
My hip on Glock, your hip on nothing
My n***as got racks, y'all n***as be fronting
Red Cartier, redbone b**h
Red bottoms on her, hair long as sh** (Hold up)
Yellow gold Ro', yellow bone ho
And yellow bottles of Spades, n***a
Whole clique self made, n***a
[Hook]