Jahlil Beats - Basic b**h lyrics

[Produced by Jahlil Beats] [Intro] When I say weaka**, you say b**h Weaka** b**h, weaka** b**h I don't want no basic b**hes, basic b**hes I don't want no basic b**hes, wait a minute motherf**er [Hook: Meek Mill] White n***as be talkin' hard Talkin' sh** till we pull your card Take your chain, beat you up f** your b**h, clean you up My n***as wylin', we wylin' wylin' My n***as wylin', we be wylin', we wylin' wylin' My n***as wylin', we be wylin' we wylin', wylin' My n***as wylin' And I don't want no basic b**hes [Verse 1: Meek Mill] She ain't never f** with a rich n***a She told me that her ex was a b**h n***a So I told her put me on the 'Gram though Just to flex on that n***a with some real k**ers And now he on my line talkin' reckless I'm thinkin', should I slide or should I check him? But I ain't goin' to war bout no p**y though But if you tryna you get wet then Runnin' with my n***as on the low-low We in the south side, talkin' mafioso I be really outside, bustin' with my four-four Right there on the south side, watching for the po-po Sharper than a motherf**er We gettin' money like a motherf**er She s**in' dick for Red Bottoms You bet some b**hes call 'em bloods**ers Get it? [Hook] [Verse 2: Quavo] I know exactly what Meek talkin' bout I took your basic a** ho and then I nut on her mouth Broke n***as you can stand to the left Rich n***as to the right with their pistols out Playin' with a cat, got her whiskers out Got 'Rari's and Bentleys, and Fiskers out Hold up, what the f** this n***a talkin' bout? Yo, Takeoff, pull the Mac-11 out Young n***as wylin', 12 o'clock on a Friday Pull up like Big Worm, I want my money Friday And you can have your basic b**hes Because my hoes' siddity with fat a** and titties [Hook] [Verse 3: Takeoff] Takeoff, I make the work disappear like a magician Take that envy then stand in the kitchen, whip me up a chicken I beat that pot like a chemist, money bat-bat like it's tennis And free my n***as in penitentiaries, they locked in the system I pray the Lord is my witness, n***a, I'm stackin' them benjis Ever since they k**ed Pistol Pete my n***a, I turned to a menace And all these diamonds around my neck, I put on two of them chinchillas Drop my top in the winter, cash out at the Beverly Center Go to my j**eler out in Cuba, get diamonds below temperature Double cup my muddy trouble, I'm an Actavis citizen b**hes run around the lobby, boot 'em up, but no Timberlands Your b**h pull up to my trap with no car Like football she get penalties [Hook]