French Montana - I Be On That (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Meek Mill] Ass so fat I need a lapdance Somebody tell the waitress bring some f**in' racks in The stripper run into the pole when we back in All gold Trinidad James on my Aston [Hook x2: French Montana] Its me ho, its me ho Walk up in this b**h, I f** sh** up then I leave ho I be on that, I be on that I be on that, I be on that [Verse 1: Meek Mill] Okay, I walk up in this b**h I f** sh** up then I leave ho Pay your car note or get some money for that weave ho Forty-five hundred blow it there go double C's ho Michael throw birkin bag if you tell me please ho She gon' make that a** clap Pop that for a real n***a I'm gon' throw that cash back, drop that on them real b**hes Murder on that p**y ho I can't lie I k** b**hes You gon' get like every back end Ain't true if I deal with you Young n***a ballin' like I f**in hit the lottery You just want the money shorty You ain't gotta lie to me All these n***a hatin' on me Know they wanna body me Cause every time you see Meek Milly, I look like a robbery [Hook] [Verse 2: UC Briganté] Hol' Up...I feel like I'm 2pac Griselda Blanco the beat, im talking two shots Somebody call the coroner now Cause its about to go down When I k** the sh** like this I know you know who I be My tongue is an automatic I spit and im bustin clips That's why she want me to put my name on it, name on it Spit some game and then I aimed on it, then camed on it I'm all about my mula All you boys are putas All my boys are shooters, that's just how we grew up They say, you will not enter paradise Until you love for your brother what you love for yourself That's why im giving fatoush like all of my girls If i take you out then i gotta take you down She said take me somewhere nice, so i took that b**h to bankstown [Hook] [Verse 3: Fabolous] Walk up in this b**h, I f** sh** up then I leave ho Back on my old sh**, tell them n***as breathe ho Cuban on my collar thats a Rollie on my sleeve ho They be swagger jackin taking styles n***as thieves ho I f** then I heave ho k**ed that sh** now grieve ho And dont expect no gifts tomorrow, this ain't Christmas Eve ho I tell her like them pens we gon' get rich you just better believe ho I make them gator bags and minked coat pet peeve ho I guess thats just me ho Asian chick named me-ho Do her sh**, do my b**h then you come do me ho I be on that, representin' where you be born at Real n***as can't beat em, gotta join that Where my joint at? [Hook]