Maybach Drip

[Intro: Meek Mill & Lil Juice] Eastside to the westside shit You already know how we carryin' it (Maybach Music) Salute Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up! Yeah [Verse 1: Meek Mill] My young nigga, he low, ain't got no Instagram But he do them wackies for the fifty bands Fear nothing, redrum and that's on any man We like dough boy, we gon' smoke boy, out that minivan (Woah) Rocking Off-White on my off-night Niggas swing a punch, it be a lost life Told my dawg to put that TEC up, that don't spark right Money dancing at the clearport, this a boss life When I be on the West, I know some real Crips Going platinum with them choppas, making real hits I done lost so many homies, I can't feel shit So I been jumping out that chopper like I'm Will Smith Her ass fake but she a real bitch Suck me super good and she ain't hard to deal with And she don't post me either, she be on some chill shit And she know if she fuck a lame, I cut her real quick Gang [Chorus: Meek Mill] Cut that bitch off (Cut that bitch) If she ain't a dime, she make my dick soft (Fuck that bitch) Rocking the Saint Laurent, we having a drip off (Let it drip) Nigga, I've been ballin' since the tip off (Tip off, woah) [Verse 2: Rick Ross] G5, I got a set of twin bitches Me and Diddy, money not a big difference (Haha) Crib on a lake, and it's so remote Half a brick in the Wraith, smoking on the roach I got sliders that will hit you for a stack Walk up on you, strike you like you was a match Walk you in a dome, and I can't hide a patch You was innocent but you was running with a rat (Ha) I got a two door with the Fendi seats Two Cuban links, I'm living big as Meech I'm moving kilos like they funnel cakes Got me on a record, patience, screaming "Andele" Went from sleeping on a floor, feeling hunger pains Try to keep up with your boy, I've seen a hundred things Hundred karats on my neck, look like a hundred chains All these pussies getting wet, they think that I'm to blame Gang [Chorus: Meek Mill] Cut that bitch off (Cut that bitch) If she ain't a dime, she make my dick soft (Fuck that bitch) Rocking the Saint Laurent, we having a drip off (Let it drip) Nigga, I've been ballin' since the tip off (Tip off, woah) [Verse 3: Rick Ross] Gold presidential when I'm on the clock Twenty old schools when I'm on the block I got the baddest bitches, ain't know who to watch If she post another nigga, I'ma cut her off Money on the table, when I want to talk Nigga think I'm Ronald Reagan, the way I want to walk Quick to drop them bombs like I'm Gorbatschow And I got the baddest bitches rocking Polo, Ralph Woah [Chorus: Meek Mill] Cut that bitch off (Cut that bitch) If she ain't a dime, she make my dick soft (Fuck that bitch) Rocking the Saint Laurent, we having a drip off (Let it drip) Nigga, I've been ballin' since the tip off (Tip off, woah)