Basic Bitch

[Intro: Meek Mill]

When I say weakass, you say bitch

Weakass bitch, weakass bitch

I don't want no basic bitches, basic bitches

I don't want no basic bitches, wait a minute motherfucker

[Hook: Meek Mill]

White niggas be talkin' hard

Talkin' shit till we pull your card

Take your chain, beat you up

Fuck your bitch, clean you up

My niggas wylin', we wylin' wylin'

My niggas wylin', we be wylin', we wylin' wylin'

My niggas wylin', we be wylin' we wylin', wylin'

My niggas wylin'

And I don't want no basic bitches

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]

She ain't never fuck with a rich nigga

She told me that her ex was a bitch nigga

So I told her put me on the 'Gram though

Just to flex on that nigga with some real killers

And now he on my line talkin' reckless

I'm thinkin', should I slide or should I check him?

But I ain't goin' to war bout no pussy though

But if you tryna you get wet then

Runnin' with my niggas on the low-low

We in the south side, talkin' mafioso

I be really outside, bustin' with my four-four

Right there on the south side, watching for the po-po

Sharper than a motherfucker

We gettin' money like a motherfucker

She suckin' dick for Red Bottoms

You bet some bitches call 'em bloodsuckers

Get it?

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Quavo]

I know exactly what Meek talkin' bout

I took your basic ass ho and then I nut on her mouth

Broke niggas you can stand to the left

Rich niggas to the right with their pistols out

Playin' with a cat, got her whiskers out

Got 'Rari's and Bentleys, and Fiskers out

Hold up, what the fuck this nigga talkin' bout?

Yo, Takeoff, pull the Mac-11 out

Young niggas wylin', 12 o'clock on a Friday

Pull up like Big Worm, I want my money Friday

And you can have your basic bitches

Because my hoes' siddity with fat ass and titties

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Takeoff]

Takeoff, I make the work disappear like a magician

Take that envy then stand in the kitchen, whip me up a chicken

I beat that pot like a chemist, money bat-bat like it's tennis

And free my niggas in penitentiaries, they locked in the system

I pray the Lord is my witness, nigga, I'm stackin' them benjis

Ever since they killed Pistol Pete my nigga, I turned to a menace

And all these diamonds around my neck, I put on two of them chinchillas

Drop my top in the winter, cash out at the Beverly Center

Go to my jeweler out in Cuba, get diamonds below temperature

Double cup my muddy trouble, I'm an Actavis citizen

Bitches run around the lobby, boot 'em up, but no Timberlands

Your bitch pull up to my trap with no call

Like football she get penalties

[Hook]