Ms. Jade - I'm The sh** lyrics

[Verse 1: Meek Mill] Chilling in the cut higher than a Louis tag When I see them biddies I remind them of a Gucci bag Cause they want me and they need me I'm like Seymour, feed me I'm getting money believe me Hoes want to f** the kid cause I'm on T.V Diamonds in my neck, check [?] [?] Pradas up and down [?] Shades on wonder where I got that from Stevie We be anywhere them motherf**ing keys be Easy I make it look Bad b**h gon' take a look Dawg I'm on another page I might as well just make a book n***as that can spit but never ever could they make a hook That's why they can't stand it, and I'm in demanding Boss sh** raw sh** I could get your man hit I put bread all over that beef like a sandwhich [Hook: Meek Mill] I'm the sh** Check out my swag, look at my pockets, and do the math We getting money you doing bad I see in these n***as faces that they mad Cause I'm the sh** I'm the sh** I'm the sh** I'm the sh** Ya I'm the sh** I'm the sh** I'm the sh** I'm the sh** I'm the sh** I'm the sh** I'm the sh** I'm the sh** Ya I'm the sh** I'm the sh** I'm the sh** I'm the sh** [Verse 2: Ms. Jade] I make them sick make 'em make 'em sick Get your get your money daddy gon' make it flip I'm the sh** take a sniff On point Mama Swiff And I shine brighter than a time piece on my wrist Use a window washer I advise it Swisher in a wrapper under my [?] Insane in the brain I need a psychiatrist All this hating that they doing going to make me get violent Still stunting so you better believe it cause I told you f** a n***a [?] money tricking sh** we don't do f** them n***as get the money type of sh** we toast to Louis you should brag about I been here they my old shoes Ha, y'all late like old news Trash a** won't stop stink like Young Pooh Pewh, me and Meek still k**ing it Y'all keep screaming y'all the sh** but we for real with it [Hook: Meek Mill] I hopped up out the cell swagging Pull up in the 550 looking like a wagon I be spitting fire plus I'm flyer than a dragon When they mention competition I be laughing I'm the sh** where my toilet paper at They was hating when I was down now where all of them haters at Now I'm back up on that G sh** Filling up like three clip See me in the streets they switch the words like its a remix Uh, I hit b**hes like Chris Brown I'm king of my city just waiting to get crowned You highness, I'm as hot as a volcano Give your b**h pipe work like drain though Aye ho, I roll in then roll out That pounds in the old house sh** I'm like the fire man cause I bring them hose out Every time I'm partying, wrist wear be Cartier Shining for the audience they watch me like an audience [Hook: Meek Mill]