Meek Mill - Who The Fuq Is Stevie J? lyrics

Intro Who the fuq this n***a Stevie J? Who the fuq! Is Stevie J? Philly! (Jahill Beats Holla at me) Verse 1 These n***as p**y can't respect these n***as (p**y) They finna make me drop a check on n***as (f** them n***as) I heard these n***as actin' foul now (Foul now) Till we slide up on them put that tech on n***as (Here we go) Ever since I got some money they been acting funny (wooh) I got married to that paper, holy matrimony (wooh) My n***as shooting better back up off me Times changed now my mom and em' all got matching Rollies Every n***a round' me on one (On one) Every b**h around me on dope (On coke) Countin' up this money with my Rollies (With my Rollie n***a) And the forecast says it more snow Every time we hear the load drop, we be making hoes drop Lil' bit of baking soda, bring it back a whole lot And we got them pills if, n***aa like to Perc pop I got n***as uptown, we're down to get served out I be with my real n***as screaming gang gang Ridin' dirty with the 30, let it hang hang Time to pull up on you with yo main thang I done seen the money make these b**hes do some strange things Hook I'ma get money (Get money) Get to it (Get to it) We winning (winning) They losing (Losing) They hating (They hate) I knew it (I knew it) Flooded the Jesus (Jesus) No Judas Wooh, woooh, wooh Verse 2 I been out Miami for a week (For a week) I got double seats all in my 6 (on my 6) Get your b**h some shoes like Cinderella (Cinderella) She gon' treat this D like she a beast Money, power, respect sh** I live like what I rap All these n***as that got murked sh** we dead bout' that check Make me run up on you n***as Snatch that sh** up off your neck Super-soak that Ak, all you n***as gon' get wet I hear everybody talking like they shooters. (Like they shooters) Popping sh** from their computers But if they act like b**hes when we see them that's how we do em Everytime I see a hater I be thinking hallelujah I'm still moving with the same n***as, on the same sh** Tell me why my side hoe, better than your main b**h? Tell me why my side hoe, doesn't speak no English? You ain't talking money n***a you don't speak my language. Ho! (Who the fuq is Stevie J?) These n***as p**y can't respect these n***as. (p**y) They finna make me drop a check on n***as. (f** them n***as) I heard these n***as actin' foul now. (Foul now) Till we slide up on them put that tech on n***as Hook I'ma get money (Get money) Get to it (Get to it) We winning (winning) They losing (Losing) They hating (They hate) I knew it (I knew it) Flooded the Jesus (Jesus) No Judas Woo woo wooh I been out Miami for a week (For a week) I got double seats all in my 6 (on my 6) Get your b**h some shoes like Cinderella (Cinderella) She gon' treat this D like she's a beast *** Thanks Thomas Drake for the lyrics