[Verse 1: Mill]
Uh, In the kitchen H.A.M again Fucking them birds like Cam and them I'll tell you the word when the tan is in We them niggas on the curb with hammers in Whole brick, it on the triple beam If it get hectic we gon it like a limousine no crutching if I touch it then its Mr. Clean I be reppin in section, me and my nigga Dean Ghost boy in the nigga I burn bread I ain't toast nigga team of killers, im the coach Digger Presidential on my wrist now take your votes Rookie of the year, cookies in the I got bad bitches that will get it there If you dont wanna get it we gon send there If its then O' Melly comin in the lear Brick Squad like Wack and If its gucci like D. Howard I get a block for I dont touch it I just it up to Tak and them Niggas started, was a drought but we was then
Lean wit it, wit it Throw bak up in the pot wit it Microwave or we gon pot it When it get we drop that ice and make it lock wit it I tell wit it, Rock wit it Throw bak up in the pot wit it Microwave or we gon pot it When it get right we drop that ice and make it wit it
2: Meek Mill]
I made a million off a mixtape, nigga get your straight Im selling that raw shit, you that whip weight Cookin up a whole bird until I my wrist ache When I up to the club you should've seen your bitch face Ugh, 50 cash in my pocket, nigga I got your in my pocket Im Blowin' Money Fast in my I said its lookin like I got Nicki ass in my Talkin ass ass ass ass all I get is cash LIV my last tag, I could've bought a fast Jag The way these bitches waving at me you would've a cab past No why you hatin' on me nigga wit your mad ass on me cost a whole brick Killers me ain't got no pics These bitches ain't got no sense So we make a movie on bitches, no script
[Verse 3: Mill]
36 it like a dirty bitch Cause I hit it then I send it to the other me anything, don't call me by my government Cause when I'm out here in the jungle we be selling Half these in my hood be on some telling shit We be on some if u snitchin' crack your shit If I ain't rockin' with the its Parabellum shit Papi bring on the boat he know we selling shit Lean wit it, wit it, posted Mac 11 in the lot wit it 750 getting wit a box in it So they pull us over they dont find them Glocks in it