Gettin' It In

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]

Yeah

I'm fucking that ho, you loving that bitch

You kissing that whore, she sucking my dick

You giving her checks I'm giving her swag

She'll tell me get her hair done he'll give me it back

He'll give me some cash, he'll give me a whip

I'm about to 2-11 your ho give me your bitch

Get over here talk money you know it's here

Them diamonds be glowing clear

Its popping you know we there

If she ain't fucking with me maybe she fucking P

If she ain't fucking with P then she probably fucking with Reef

If she ain't fucking Reef then it got to be Omelly

I asked him about the bitch he tell me he hit already

I'm like damn I was loving that

But now I'm fucking that

Donald Daffy ducking that

Pussy be so fucking wet man I get all up in that

As fast as I get up in there I jet just like a fucking leer

Meet her off of the computer she ask me do I know Cooner

And do I be with Kareem and I'm like what do you mean

I act like I didn't know them cause I knew if she was going

She tell me they like her brothers

Most likely they probably fucking her

Most likely one of them text her

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I give her back just like money you tuck her like she was profit

Hold up, shout out my nigga Diddy we hit shit

I hit so many hoes I need a hit stick

Hold up Rug give me some T-Pain

So I can get fly on these bitches like Liu Kang

Pradas on v-neck two chains

Louie belt make them little bitches melt

We getting money ball hard top shelf

Got stacks on deck made it all myself

I made it got it and flipped it

Woke up again re-did it

Know look at these bitches they all over a nigga

Tell them stop, watch, Banshee on rock

Fucking up my Pradas going hard no stop

Flying around your way like hater what could you say

Bad bitch on the back, let me tell you about that

First she was fucking Chris now that bitch fucking Neef

I ask O Vasquez he told me that she was sweet

I caught her up in the club my pocket was on dub

My neck it was on bling all I did was one thing

So all y'all niggas that thinking you fuck hoes

Like the DJ Boo slow your roll

For I send Osama to bomb your bitch

And if he said that pussy was good then I'mma hit

A dog I'm a bitch

I ball be on some shit

She said that I don't like them skinny I like them hoes with [?]

He standing like [?] and dishing like Chris Paul

You hit it in one night and told her to get lost

Shout out my nigga Dean shout out my nigga Lean

I tell him about a bitch he pull up on the screen

I say I got that pic she send that shit to me

What time, 10:22? my shit 10:23

These hoes so sick so crazy

Heard one of them trying to have my baby

I ball Tracy McGrady

Score that bitch get an and one maybe

[Verse 2: Peedi Crack]

It's in my nature to be a player

Pound on her now, growl at her later

I see you pussy and pretty that's all cool

But you ain't fine as the diamonds in my jewels

You want the shoes, Bahamas and cruise

Summer you call your momma and tell her the good news

She want shoes preferably Jimmy Choo's

She think I'm shopping and copping she had too many boos

That girl drunk, though she pass when she flunk

Maybe I had a gas when I said she had a dump

Or maybe I got a trash when I passed her to Skunk

Baby it's been fun and your boy go to run

I got to go lot of x lot of o's

Lot of hugs lot of kiss lot of bad groupie hoes

You already know

Call I never show

Pause hold up, Peedi caught the cheery bow

That's the Lamb, that's probably why he's MIA

And I don't mean Miami he missing in another state

He in some other case let's get it right

He bumped into something new and ooh that coochi tight

I got to tighten up the hat, it's sliding off my gat

It's wet like I just copped the bundle [?]

The girl fresh, what up to Mannie Fresh

And [?] and all my dawgs from the set

Can't forget about Ke, shout out my boy Nickles

My old head G and all of my niggas pickles

My man wall street almost passed out

When he found Peddi was in love with Ms. Chows

[?] block get the Henny out the truck

And go get another [?] cause all the Rose is gone

The Goose is gone the Kettle One is gone

I'm sitting on the hood of my [?]

That's Peedi Cracky half-Black half-Puerto Rican

And when he rap you don't understand what he speaking

Just understand that he be freaking every weekend

Me, Omelly, and Meek in Four Seasons its on