Outro (DC4)

[Verse 1: Lil' Snupe] Chasing after green gods Went from sleeping on the porch to a motherfucking California king sized Momma ain't stressin' she know that its all good My number one goal is to get her out the hood Never changed, I be thuggin' hard in my section Me and all my dawgs protected by Smith & Wessons Any nigga playin' we comin' in your direction Let you know that we ain't flexing, you quickly gon' get ejected Niggas want to kill me cause a nigga coming up Want to kill 'em but that shit might really fuck my money up Focus on my grind gotta get the stacks Tryna leave the streets alone but they steady calling back You ever seen death around the corner Chilling on the block and pussy niggas run up on ya Busting shells at you and they hotter than a sauna It be hard to think straight when its a lot of niggas want ya Man [Verse 2: Meek Mill] Ok I've been the king for this rap shit Stuntin' hard and never had shit Remember me with them nappy braids? When I was down on my last shit? Bet them niggas wasn't mad then Took advantage I asked them For a shot at this, start laughing It took a year or two and I passed them Y'all niggas all look like haters You ain't even put your dawg on paper Word around that you tricking on bitches Catch you with your chain on I'mma take it Now everybody catching these vapors Now everybody want and need favors Southside, NY in Jamaica Nicki on the bike throw it up, scrape it With 100 niggas 'hind me North side down in Philly where you find me Riding 'round with a 30 on my lap in a big ass phantom I whip the Bentley like a johnny Watching out for the 2-11 robbery Bang motherfucker for the money and the respect Hit 'em in the head with the stick nigga eject (shit!) Mo money, mo money, mo money, mo problems (shit!) Why you think I really went and bought more choppers (shit!) Mo money, mo money only bringing more robbers (shit!) Want to see me in a box I went Porsche Boxster Show me some evidence Never was better than nor was you relevant I'm too competitive Walk in the club, get my .357 in My level on excellent I cut the brick like its cards and I shuffle it You told 'em we selling it A mouse in the building, I act like an elephant Who the fuck just let the devil in Come to my city they treat me like president Ain't got no pity for niggas that's settling I had that La La and Melo, was selling them nicks for J.R. Smith Niggas try to kill me but they all miss My down fall what they all wish Had a lot of homies but they all switched Word up my nigga [Break: Meek Mill] (Laughter) [Chorus: Meek Mill] I see these haters looking at me like I owe them something You looking bad I prolly throw you something I see you flexing with that money and I know you frontin' I caught cases never told 'em nothing [Post-Chorus: French Montana] I got all these chains and this change on me (we lit!) Niggas said I changed man they changed on me (fuck 'em!) Man it ain't a thang got the thang on me Man I see a clearport plane on me [Verse 3: Meek Mill] You see me coming 'round your corner lookin' like I got a check Flew into your city me my niggas on the jet Ballin' every time I take a shot I hit the net And everyday niggas want the money for respect I ain't trippin' I got money, clothes, car, hoes Shoppin' 'til the mall close Lord knows, I could fit a brick up in these cargos I don't fuck with niggas cause they all told Worry 'bout another nigga money like they all hoes I'm just with my niggas spinning hella blocks Bad bitch on all my Banshee I'm like twelve o' clock Vroom vroom I might do a hundred block In the back hundred niggas deep and we like fuck the cops [Chorus: Meek Mill] I see these haters looking at me like I owe them something You looking bad I prolly throw you something I see you flexing with that money and I know you frontin' I caught cases never told 'em nothing [Post-Chorus: French Montana] Got all these chains and this change on me Niggas said I changed man they changed on me Man it ain't a thang got the thang on me Man a see a clear port plane on me, slide [Outro: Papi] What's your grandma name What's your gr-gr-grandma name, grandma name What's your grandma name What's my grandma name [Chorus: Meek Mill] I see these haters looking at me like I owe them something You looking bad I prolly throw you something I see you flexing with that money and I know you frontin' I caught cases never told 'em nothing