I Miss That

[Meek Millz:]

Aye, Aye, I said tell mee (k) what's really goin' on

Philly back up in this bitch I'm ready, I'm in my bag

Sound like I turned and hit dem bitches fast

I wake up early in the morning and go get the cash

Erry day on my birthday

I be getting cake BITCH

Niggas talk about me when they see me never say shit

Shout (to) that nigga Puffy cause that Loco got me wasted

Standin' on the top just blackin' out like I'm a racist

Tip be gotta nigga on some fuck a mixtape shit

Diddy gotta a nigga on some drink some Roc straight shit

We at? King and Diamonds? throwin money by the case? (bitch)?

I just came back from jail, and I'm ballin' 'Bron James shit

Same shit no different day

Swagger blow ya bitch away

I been gettin money like my block doin' a brick a day

I know niggas dead broke

But they jus' a lick away

From runnin' in your crib, snatchin' yours, and bein' rich today, hey

Hockey team on my wrist bitch

Tell that ho to grab my dick and treat it like a lipstick

Stunt so fuckin' hard I make my hater have a hiss fit

Nigga you don't feel me you gone (going) smell me like a in scent

I been sick, swine flu

Matter fact no chicken poc

Wonder how he feel I'm fuckin' every single bitch he got

I was at the bottom and I crept up on the tippy top

Shinin' on these niggas like the diamonds in my wrist and watch

I love Nicki Minaj

I swear I admit it

I hope one day I can fuck her just to say I fuckin' hit it

And girl I'm fuckin' serious I lick it 'fore I stick it

If you ever hear this verse I'm on your top jus' like a fitted UHHH

And Philly want dat back

You won't even have a show you be in Philly comin' back

I make sure I save you verses and put you on every track

I swear to god girl I ain't lying I would kill it from the back

Because I'm gone

Yeah I know I"m drawin'

If I can can get her now, then I jus' wait 'til I get on

I don't want you to kiss me, I just wanted to bone, [x2]

And you know I will take you down though

All the way to the ground though

If you wanted to keep your bitch you better not bring her 'round though

If I tell her to hit me

Then you know that she gone (going)

She be screamin' she miss me

'Stead of callin' my phone, (hahaha)

Oh shit

Mother fucker god damn

Mah is you fuckin' or not, like Cam

I'm out Miami in the R A goin'? ham?

P my passenger

? Remy? be stuntin' in the lamb'

My nigga? Cooner? in the lamb' too

Up and down on Collins, bendin' corners like we bamboo

Stuntin' on my old hoes they see me be like damn boo

Call me Jackie Turner all these hoes that I done ran through

I'm gone

I tell them bitches that I'm GONE