Lean Wit It

[Intro: Meek Mill] It's Team Pyrex over here You know how we do it [Verse 1: Meek Mill] Uh, in the kitchen going H.A.M again Fucking with them birds like Cam and them I'll tell you what's the word when the tan is in We them niggas on the curb with them hammers in, ah! Whole brick, throw it on the triple beam If it get hectic, we gon' stretch it like a limousine Ain't no crutchin', if I touch it then it's Mr. Clean I be reppin' in your section, me and my nigga Dean Ghost boy in the ghost, nigga I burn bread, I ain't talking toast, nigga Whole team of killers, I'm the coach Digger Presidential on my wrist now take your votes, nigga Rookie of the year, cookies in the rear I got some bad bitches that will get it there If you don't wanna get it we gon' send them there If it's heavy then Omelly comin' in the lear Brick Squad like Waka and them If it's Gucci like D. Howard I get a block for them I don't touch it I just leave it up to Tak and them Niggas started, was a drought but we was poppin' then [Chorus: Meek Mill] Lean wit' it, rock wit' it Throw some bake up in the pot wit' it Microwave or we gon' pot whip it When it get right, we drop that ice and make it lock wit it I tell them lean wit' it, rock wit' it Throw some bake up in the pot wit' it Microwave or we gon' pot whip it When it get right, we drop that ice and make it lock wit it [Verse 2: Meek Mill] I made a million off a mixtape, nigga get your shit straight I'm selling that raw shit, you sellin' that whip weight Cookin' up a whole bird until I make my wrist ache When I pulled up to the club you should've seen your bitch face Ugh, fifty cash in my pocket Nigga, I got your stash in my pocket I'm blowin' money fast in my pocket I said it's lookin' like I got Nicki ass in my pocket Talkin' "ass, ass, ass, ass" all I get is cash, cash Club LIV my last tag, I could've bought a fast Jag The way these bitches waving at me you would think a cab past No wonder why you hatin' on me nigga wit' your mad ass Rollie on me cost a whole brick Killers with me ain't got no pics These groupie bitches ain't got no sense So we make a movie on them bitches, no script [Chorus: Meek Mill] Lean wit' it, rock wit' it Throw some bake up in the pot wit' it Microwave or we gon' pot whip it When it get right, we drop that ice and make it lock wit it I tell them lean wit' it, rock wit' it Throw some bake up in the pot wit' it Microwave or we gon' pot whip it When it get right, we drop that ice and make it lock wit it [Verse 3: Meek Mill] 36 treat it like a dirty bitch ‘Cause I hit it then I send it to the other strip Call me anything, don't call me by my government ‘Cause when I'm out here in the jungle we be selling bricks Half these niggas in my hood be on some tellin' shit We be on some "if-u-snitchin'-crack-your-melon" shit If I ain't rockin' with the Smith it's Parabellum shit Papi bring them on the boat, he know we selling shit Lean wit' it, rock wit' it, posted Mac 11 in the lot wit' it 7-50 getting busy wit' a box in it So when they pull us over they don't find them Glocks in it [Chorus: Meek Mill] Lean wit' it, rock wit' it Throw some bake up in the pot wit' it Microwave or we gon' pot whip it When it get right, we drop that ice and make it lock wit it I tell them lean wit' it, rock wit' it Throw some bake up in the pot wit' it Microwave or we gon' pot whip it When it get right, we drop that ice and make it lock wit it