[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
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Bottle after bottle, model after model
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Spending all this paper like I fucking hit the lotto
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All I know is YOLO, nigga, that's the motto
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Ricky told me, a¢æ©«Get em,a¢æ? and I told him that I got a¢æ?em
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And I got a¢æ?em every day, every day
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Bad bitch and she gon fuck me every way, never stay
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Once I hit it, then I'm dipping that-a-way, that-a-way
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Young nigga from the bottom and I never had a way
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I really went from whipping 62a¢æ©÷s to whipping 62a¢æ©÷s
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Ain't none of my niggas Crip, and we giving niggas the blues
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We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes
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You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose
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Yeah, I'm flexing
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I pull up in a Ghost, hundred on my necklace
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And all my diamonds clear, they VVS'ing
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I turn into a toilet on these niggas, they BS-ing
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Two fingers, did it on a¢æ?em
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Hold up, I really shitted on a¢æ?em
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I dropped Dreamchaser and I made a milli on a¢æ?em
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It don't matter what city I'm in, I'm going Philly in a¢æ?em
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With my red P hat, nigga you know we back
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I'm going to Houston, I heard that's where they cheap at
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I done put them Percs down, think I'm 'bout to relapse
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Just to give her dope dick and ask her for some feedback
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Like a¢æ©«Shorty, do you love this dick?
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You know who you fucking with?a¢æ?
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Grab her by her weave, smack her ass like you fucking bitch
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Don't I talk nasty, she don't know my government
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But she gon' get this dick and chew me up just like some Double Mint
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Check me I be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof
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Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute
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I ain't gotta lie, they know I'm the truth
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And I ain't gotta say I'm fly, this G5 with the crew
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I'm in the air bitch, diamonds clear bitch
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Took off my Rollie and got on some Audemeer shit
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I hear these haters talking, but I don't hear shit
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a¢æ?Cause we get them bricks and stack them up just like a pyramid
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Y'all niggas talk like bitches do
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Same niggas in the district giving interviews
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I got killers on my team that'll get at you
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For a brick or two, really put an end to you
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[Verse 2: Wale]
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Black 3 cement, sag jeans sittin -low
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Effortless flow, a couple sum'n a show
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Youngin is 21, we playing [?]
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Probably fuck up your budget, yea, I'm playing with numbers
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Put that shit on whatever, we running another summer
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Liquor, lot of bottles, tab a¢æ¡° you know I got it
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Spend a night up at Diamonds, ain't tricking if you got it
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Designer shit, though I'm modest, astonishing to be honest
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Obama shit on my arm, a presidential, you got it?
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Get your revenue popping before you ever do talk on them
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Niggas who work too hard to not show it off via flossing
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Double M G harder than anything that you part of
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This professional ball, the best you niggas
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Yea I'm on that ball shit, boy you with that soft shit
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a¢æ?Fore he hit the room, hear the a¢æ©«Vroom!a¢æ? from the Porsche bitch
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a¢æ©«On that Yamaha, pardon me, that's Meek and thema¢æ?
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She say she is not a groupie, a¢æ©«I just wanna speak to them!a¢æ?
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You lying though, you tryna go
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Apply smoke and watch the motherfucking pride go
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These little bitches is little bitches, we never love a¢æ?em
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To all the sisters with ambition, I see your hustle
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I'm trying to go though, y'all already know though
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Stepping on a¢æ?em, they slept on us,
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Whoever want it, they better note that I'm so focused
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A message to my opponent: they better off trying to clone us
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Keep her in Chanel while your bitch is like an L
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When she out, you looking in?, all she need is like an L
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That's why I never trust a ho, no never me
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I just wanna get some head, maybe ass a¢æ?fore I leave
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Fuck a beef, keep it moving, she easily influenced
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You niggas keep sleeping, you gon' need to meet [?]
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I can't stand no motherfucking Hoover
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I'ma keep the reefer, you can have the hookah
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Versace, Medusa, I probably, abuse it
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Around me, my crew, your bitch probably throw two up
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Party with bitches that throw parties too much
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We skip right to fucking, they call you that dulush
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And what, deuce up
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The Motto (Freestyle)
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Meek Mill |