I Get It

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]

Stepping off that Lear, diamonds on me so clear

Dime hoes that I share, y'all couldn't go near

I say, pussy nigga I dare, you try and reached and get aired

You fuck around and get checked, doctor pump your chest like clear

Yea my niggas ball all year, y'all niggas so square (lame)

And all my niggas so live, why the fuck would I care

When that Lambo flow by, y'all suckas gon' stare

And all them haters gon' hate, fuck them, 'cause all them hoes gon' cheer

Yeah my mic life and my bike life got a bad bitch and she type nice

'Cause I'm countin' green in my money machine, that bitch sound like I typewrite

Hustle hard in that daytime but I ball off in that night life

My chain lit with them black stones, but they shine hard as yo white ice

'Cause yo' shit fake and yo shit late, no birthday but I get cake

Lame nigga yo album ain't fucking with my mixtape

Nigga smoking that Cali kush, that shit strong no lift weights

I tell niggas don't watch me while time tick on that big face

[Chorus: Meek Mill]

Young nigga I get it, young nigga I get it

Neck full of that gold, gold Rollie go with it

Gold H on my belt, phone full of gold diggers

Sipping gold bottles of Spade, tell them hoes go figure

Young nigga I get it, young nigga I get it

Neck full of that gold, gold Rollie go with it

Gold H on my belt, phone full of gold diggers

Sipping gold bottles of Spade, tell them hoes go figure

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]

Wake me up and I'm snoring, choking over whole gang of chains

She slept over the morning, a nigga ain't good with this naming game

Ain't need you fucking me over, pyramids on my pinky ring

And we dipping out, she pulling in, I guess she get the hang of things

So what up (what up), I told her shut the fuck up

When I run my mouth diamonds falling out, I guess that bitch done nut up

Crazy thing about it, her best friend is riding shotty

I knocked her down in her 'Rari, then drove off on Ducatti

Holy mother Mary, guess who hitting my Berry

A pair of double D's, I guess she out in Paris

Damn Tony them cantaloupes, fuck about getting Mary

She said her ex was Larry, but fuck that nigga Larry

Damn this shit is scary, I thought I seen the fairy

Fucking with that white milk, just might call it dairy

Ride around just me and Meek, a couple dimes and that's 20

Sit behind while we pull around, we might blind with canaries

[Chorus: Meek Mill]

Young nigga I get it, young nigga I get it

Neck full of that gold, gold Rollie go with it

Gold H on my belt, phone full of gold diggers

Sipping gold bottles of Spade, tell them hoes go figure

Young nigga I get it, young nigga I get it

Neck full of that gold, gold Rollie go with it

Gold H on my belt, phone full of gold diggers

Sipping gold bottles of Spade, tell them hoes go figure