Meek Mill - B Boy lyrics

[Produced by Sap] [Verse 1: Meek Mill] All that a**, Lord have mercy All that champagne, these b**hes thirsty Verserchy, no hold up, I meant Versace I prolly pull up Roberto over Cavalli Puffin' on Cali, prolly out in the valley Sippin' on something drowsy, b**hes t**n' like Miley Twerk, twerk for a real n***a sellin' work Promise I won't tell a word I been on that trill sh**, way back North Philly n***a, but I'm laid back Get shot in your head drivin' your Maybach Homey D Clown know I don't play that Sippin' dirty, riding dirty, I say hi to thirty Call your dog, I call my dawg and he'll buy a birdy Try to school me, I'm getting out here early Dope dealer, Puma life, back of this soccer jersey Mink draggin', tell PETA I'm swaggin All these karats like I'm tryna lure in a rabbit Just to put it, on my jacket What you doin? Doin' fashion [Verse 2: Big Sean] Okay, I walk with a limp and I talk with a slur I might wear every single chain and mix it up with my fur I might get every single drink and mix it up til I blur I tell the b**h get on my lap, but don't you get on my nerves I need that bag full of green like a lawnmower John Doe and all Sean Doe it And I keep it G, yeah, I ground floor it And I'm pound blowin' If her p**y good then I might one, two, three, round four it Got her down for it Yeah, n***a overthink, never under stress Yeah, I understand, your girl over, I'm so unimpressed Yeah, and she tryna f** me raw, unprotect But if I don't have that rubber on it I feel under dressed Yeah, and I got money bags under my eyes, ho, cause I ain't sleep They all Goyard too cause I ain't cheap Finally Famous Aura Gold is my I-N-C And I put everything in motion like I-N-G And when we flyin' private you could bring the gun on with us I got this freak to 3rd base, she tryna run home with us And I got comma on comma on comma on comma... on comma And I ain't talking about no run on sentence Yeah, n***a hot headed so I need that Chings Chili Put my P up on her head like that b**h is reppin' Philly And I wheelie in that p**y like my n***a Meek Milly On my way to meet millis Lawyer drafting up the deep deep dealies I got rich decided that ain't rich enough When I did it big, b**h, I decided that ain't big enough Dead Pres, who you diggin up? Who that n***a that you hating on, but just can't get enough? f**, the jig is up, little b**h [Verse 3: A$AP Ferg] I'm like Madoff but I made off, scheming on n***as' payoff I never take a day off, your stash is short like Adolf, Hitler You should lay off on the gangsta talk cause you're fake, dog You never pushed no yay, dawg, ain't see no keys like Ray Charles Me and Meek in the Maybach, we get Wale and take off We got your b**h in a big house, she walk in hype like "Hey, Ross, how you doing?" Get with a dreamchaser, we ballin' hard like the Lakers You ballin' out, you a faker, you prolly catchin' the vapors I'm at your house on the hill, I f**ed your girl and your neighbor You thinkin' Khloe don't know me, I'm in the car dashin' haters I'm in the Kardashian, get it? I'm lyin', can't I pretend? They say fake it 'til you make it, well, let the fakin' begin I got a b**h with fake titties, fake a**, she all in the Benz Them titties'll prolly fall like a ball when she bend My n***as from Harlem and Philly all get it in Your b**h come around then we f**in' her and her friends Come get with a dreamchaser, we ballin' hard like the Lakers You ballin' out, you a faker, you prolly catchin' the vapors Come get with a dreamchaser, we ballin' hard like the Lakers You ballin' out, you a faker, you prolly catchin' the vapors I'm at your house on the hill, I f**ed your girl and your neighbor I'm at your house on the hill, I f**ed your girl and your neighbor I'm at your house on the hill, I f**ed your girl and your neighbor I'm at your house on the hill, I f**ed your girl and your neighbor, damn! [Outro: Meek Mill] What she do? She, just, put, heart eyes under my pic n***a That's my b**h n***a Bought her a first cla** ticket to put the dick in her