Classic

[Intro: Swizz Beatz]

Woo! It's hot outside man

Meek Millys coming daddy

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]

Hundred for the walkthrough, I'm not who you talk to

Drive by and wet you up, nigga thats a carpool

Spitting all this hot shit, every single bar cool

Diamonds in the rollie face, animated cartoon

Call me Meek Milly, I don't play that shit

Got me on my nappy braids before the Maybach clique

Riding in the wheels of fortune, Pat Sajak shit

And all I rock is Balmain like I made that shit

I've been, front row fashion week looking like I'm in the show

Sitting in the foreign, leather softer than a dinner roll

Make a movie on your bitch, tell her friend to get a role

You thought she was innocent, we laughing like she been a ho

Jumpin' out them Benzos, meet yo bitch in the friend zone

She told you I was friendzoned, what? I'm in the endzone

Touchdown with a 2 point conversion, give her that dick long

She busting like the clip long, Uber to send your bitch home nigga

[Interlude: Swizz Beatz]

It's hot outside, it's Meek Milly season

[Chorus: Swizz Beatz]

I got a fever bitch

Hot outside, I got a fever bitch

Feeling sick, I got a fever bitch

In these Philly streets situations is

Police ain't respecting the youth and

The youth ain't respecting the truth and

The Glock 9 is on me in the booth and

All I talk is that real shit the truth and

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]

The money turned your bitch into a gold digger

The money got me feeling like the old Jigga

And Jigga even told me you a cold nigga

They ain't believe me I was broke but I showed niggas

And I told niggas that I would expose niggas

Went to buy a pair of sneaks, landed at the Royce dealer

Brand new paper tag, haters never made me mad

You can ask your baby momma, I'm flyer than her baby dad

Looking at my neck, what that cost? Hundred-eighty cash

Looking at my bitch, she remind me of a Stacey Dash

We was selling rock before Kareem Biggs, Damon Dash

Oh you think you fly with your lil' Dream Chasin' ass?

We don't chase bitches, we chase money and that D'ussé

Cause when you get the money, the hoes do whatever you say

Riding in a drop head, Phantom with the toupee

And if you're just hearing this, then it's probably too late

[Chorus: Swizz Beatz]

I got a fever bitch

Hot outside, I got a fever bitch

Feeling sick, I got a fever bitch

In these Philly streets situations is

Police ain't respecting the youth and

The youth ain't respecting the truth and

The Glock 9 on me in the booth and

All I talk is that real shit the truth and

[Outro: Swizz Beatz]

Meek Milly, Mack Milly

Get smacked silly, come to Philly

Come see it live in direct

You know, godamnit!