Ball To Da Max

[Intro: Meek Mill]

Dream team! Here we go again! We do this!

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]

I got a neck full of hate, wrist full of jealousy

When I was 18, that's when I caught my first felony

Now, I'm in a Phantom, just a cruising like Penelope

Dipping like the blue cheese and counting all the celery

All this bullshit coke, fuck is niggas selling me?

They got me in the studio, rapping; making melodies

Just to get my cash back, tryna get my stash back

Nightmares of being broke, man, I be having flashbacks

Nigga fuck my bitch, you better ask him where the cash at

All white Mazaradi, looking like a lab rat

Nigga broker than a Joke, why you think you're laughed at?

I'm a rude boy, Top Shotta like Mad Max

We was at the club, she told me "Teach me how to dougie"

Took her to lofts, she told me "Teach me how to suck it"

She only wanna fuck me cuz she know I get that money

I don't know what that bitch thinking, she can't get a dollar from me!

[Chorus: Meek Mill]

We ball to da max, all we know is spend it

And go and get it back

She all on my dick cuz I make a lot of paper

And I know I'm winning cuz I make a lot of haters

Swag on 100, my wrist on froze

Money, cash, hoes; that's all a nigga knows

I say money, cash, hoes; that's all a nigga knows

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]

Gotta go to court tomorrow, and I'm a wear my Audemar

And shit all on the D.A., kill em on a weekday

Only hit her once and now she want an instant replay

I'm bout to start selling dick, put it on EBay

All the girls'll buy it, you should come and buy it

I'll let you eat it all; put you on my dick diet

Shit, I ain't just spitting bitch, I'm getting rich by it

Niggas say they getting money, come around and get quiet

We ball to da max with it, I'm in a Maybach, I'm in the back with it

Shout out to lil (?) he on the track with it

2 9s like a hit em; Warren Sapp with it

Ok, I've been on my grind getting paper everyday

Shit, I think I'm married to the (?) everyday

Nigga crossed the line, I'm a send em (?)

Matter fact, Nah, I'm fucking all their bitches anyway

[Chorus: Meek Mill]

We ball to da max, all we know is spend it

And go and get it back

She all on my dick cuz I make a lot of paper

And I know I'm winning cuz I make a lot of haters

Swag on 100, my wrist on froze

Money, cash, hoes; that's all a nigga knows

I say money, cash, hoes; that's all a nigga knows

Money, cash, hoes, that's all a nigga know

Money cash, hoes, that's all a nigga know

Money cash, hoes, that's all a nigga know

Nike flow; I just do it, just do it, just do it, just do it, just do it