Outro (DC4)

[Verse 1: Lil' Snupe]

Chasing after green gods

Went from sleeping on the porch to a motherfucking California king sized

Momma ain't stressin' she know that its all good

My number one goal is to get her out the hood

Never changed, I be thuggin' hard in my section

Me and all my dawgs protected by Smith & Wessons

Any nigga playin' we comin' in your direction

Let you know that we ain't flexing, you quickly gon' get ejected

Niggas want to kill me cause a nigga coming up

Want to kill 'em but that shit might really fuck my money up

Focus on my grind gotta get the stacks

Tryna leave the streets alone but they steady calling back

You ever seen death around the corner

Chilling on the block and pussy niggas run up on ya

Busting shells at you and they hotter than a sauna

It be hard to think straight when its a lot of niggas want ya

Man

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]

Ok I've been the king for this rap shit

Stuntin' hard and never had shit

Remember me with them nappy braids?

When I was down on my last shit?

Bet them niggas wasn't mad then

Took advantage I asked them

For a shot at this, start laughing

It took a year or two and I passed them

Y'all niggas all look like haters

You ain't even put your dawg on paper

Word around that you tricking on bitches

Catch you with your chain on I'mma take it

Now everybody catching these vapors

Now everybody want and need favors

Southside, NY in Jamaica

Nicki on the bike throw it up, scrape it

With 100 niggas 'hind me

North side down in Philly where you find me

Riding 'round with a 30 on my lap in a big ass phantom

I whip the Bentley like a johnny

Watching out for the 2-11 robbery

Bang motherfucker for the money and the respect

Hit 'em in the head with the stick nigga eject (shit!)

Mo money, mo money, mo money, mo problems (shit!)

Why you think I really went and bought more choppers (shit!)

Mo money, mo money only bringing more robbers (shit!)

Want to see me in a box I went Porsche Boxster

Show me some evidence

Never was better than nor was you relevant

I'm too competitive

Walk in the club, get my .357 in

My level on excellent

I cut the brick like its cards and I shuffle it

You told 'em we selling it

A mouse in the building, I act like an elephant

Who the fuck just let the devil in

Come to my city they treat me like president

Ain't got no pity for niggas that's settling

I had that La La and Melo, was selling them nicks for J.R. Smith

Niggas try to kill me but they all miss

My down fall what they all wish

Had a lot of homies but they all switched

Word up my nigga

[Break: Meek Mill]

(Laughter)

[Chorus: Meek Mill]

I see these haters looking at me like I owe them something

You looking bad I prolly throw you something

I see you flexing with that money and I know you frontin'

I caught cases never told 'em nothing

[Post-Chorus: French Montana]

I got all these chains and this change on me (we lit!)

Niggas said I changed man they changed on me (fuck 'em!)

Man it ain't a thang got the thang on me

Man I see a clearport plane on me

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]

You see me coming 'round your corner lookin' like I got a check

Flew into your city me my niggas on the jet

Ballin' every time I take a shot I hit the net

And everyday niggas want the money for respect

I ain't trippin' I got money, clothes, car, hoes

Shoppin' 'til the mall close

Lord knows, I could fit a brick up in these cargos

I don't fuck with niggas cause they all told

Worry 'bout another nigga money like they all hoes

I'm just with my niggas spinning hella blocks

Bad bitch on all my Banshee I'm like twelve o' clock

Vroom vroom I might do a hundred block

In the back hundred niggas deep and we like fuck the cops

[Chorus: Meek Mill]

I see these haters looking at me like I owe them something

You looking bad I prolly throw you something

I see you flexing with that money and I know you frontin'

I caught cases never told 'em nothing

[Post-Chorus: French Montana]

Got all these chains and this change on me

Niggas said I changed man they changed on me

Man it ain't a thang got the thang on me

Man a see a clear port plane on me, slide

[Outro: Papi]

What's your grandma name

What's your gr-gr-grandma name, grandma name

What's your grandma name

What's my grandma name

[Chorus: Meek Mill]

I see these haters looking at me like I owe them something

You looking bad I prolly throw you something

I see you flexing with that money and I know you frontin'

I caught cases never told 'em nothing