[Verse 1: Meek Mill] Stacks in my Prada bag wrapped in rubber bands Got these n***as trying to climb through my windows like [?] But I just bought a mac call it [?] 32 hit up you and paralyze your other man I be on that north sider sh** I come from the bottom sh** so I talk a lotta sh** n***as say they getting money but I don't acknowledge it I see that sh** I like that sh** won't hesitate to cop that sh** What's in my pocket dawg? all dirty money Ladders on deck come and take it from me n***as looking at me like they f**ing hungry But they get f**ing buried trying to run up on me Yes sir, cause I'mma let my toolie clap How you gon' rob me, n***a where they do that at Not around here, around there neither This 40 ought to hit your a** just like Derek Jeter Dude a baseballer, I'm an eight baller I'm a straight baller, batter whip a cake holler We just get the money we don't take offers I'm so motherf**ing fly I'm about to take off of Chilling with this Rollie on my arm What I paid for it could of went and bought a car I could take my show money blow it at the mall I could hit the j**elry store and throw it on an Audemar (Blow it on an Audemar?) Ya b**h I said it Believe it if I said, I meant it 2010 I'm trying to go flying spur on them, tinted Riding low through the city blowing on spinach Get it I'm a h-u-s-t-l to the er We are, all getting to the money n***a flee off Keep on, I love it when they hate that's what I feed off Catch you we gone throw sh** everywhere like its a free for all Get money f** more b**hes And k** more snitches I'm like Shakur with it Small fee I'll have my youngin at the door with it Playing ding dong dixie, mask on long semi Talking money I get plenty of it Doing my thing I push that point just like when Penny was it Why they hating, cause I'm getting plenty money They want to take it tell them get it from me