400 Degrees*

[Meek Mill] I eat, shit, sleep, and I talk cake I got bitches from Miami, Atlanta you up state My whole team get money we all straight Y'all suckers fall for [?] I been about that paper they know that its all facts I'm the type to remix your hoe won't call back And I ain't got no chill button can't fall back Cause real niggas real I think that I'm all that I be, bending corners in a Wraith 11 Riding shotty but I got a mac 11 Try to rob me I'mma send you back to... But I take nothing just watch I gon' show ya I touchdown NYC and call Karen And tell her call [?] Its all lit, balling we all in Me and SBOE I call him I make it rain, let it go New Orleans I can tell you ain't never had bitches Look around all I see is mad niggas Throw bands all you suckers should really be glad nigga She gon' bust it for a real nigga And I'mma throw a stack back She gon' bust it for a real... [Swae Lee] Watch as I pull up in your bitch spot I'mma fuck the bitch and then tell her kick rocks Young Swae Lee I don't like 'em on my jock Fuck her one time then I kick her out the drop I'm a young nigga but my wrist and my money old Fuck you bitch nigga know I got to get it on I'm a young rich nigga...