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...