[Verse 1: Meek Mill] I just call my homie and he say he got a lick He said he know a p**y n***a with a hundred bricks So we gon' ride up on em, slide up on em with them sticks Finna pop up at his crib like a f**in' magic trick Hocus-Pocus, to the safe like you ace n***a open focus But this ain't Calvin n***as, ridin' like a locomotive Where the cash at? Show me where your stash at Before I let the 40 air ya out and leave that a** flat p**y a** n***as man it's tax season Make a move and this muthaf**in mac squeezin' Act decent, bet them hollows leave your back leakin' n***as searchin' for the c**a like we crack feignin' I gotta hundred k**as on my team Young n***as gettin' greasier than Vaseline Had a dream, I'mma chase it with this Mac machine Put a n***a on the cover of a magazine Home invasion, news paper got a man down Hold his n***a legs, I'mma tie his hands down Let em chase it, just to know we ain't playin' round He ain't gotta get up on your knees, n***a head down Blocka. You f**in' with a shotta I'm bangin' 2Pac, "My Ambitionz As A Ridah" I got the oo-wop. tryna' get it for my momma And we gon flush everything if them boys get behind us Cause we ain't comin' home I'm in another zone Ridin' with my dogs we just want another bone I got another lick, so I got another chrome I ain't gettin' to the money n***a then there's something wrong