[Intro: Meek Mill]
(Nick Papz, this how you thuggin'? Cool, I'm thuggin' too)
Gang
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Broke boys cannot beef with us, they know they won't win
Young niggas was killin', so we treated 'em like they grown men
She got off that pill, she started tweakin' and fucked her own friend
She get around Meek Mill, she turn to freak, this bitch be on ten
She wanna cut off her girls and go with me, count a whole M
If we bein' for real, these niggas know me and I don't know them
Big chopper, ARPs, yeah, I'm tryna show them
Playin' greazy new Glock four-feezy, me and bro 'nem
I be in the trench, ain't call nobody, I'm just poppin' up
Niggas know I get paranoid with them choppers, only God we trust
Pay who to do what? You niggas trippin', I almost shot it up
I'm sippin', got me shotted up, you niggas ain't never slide for us
You niggas ain't never ride for me
I'm in a brand-new Maybach with a Glock 45 with me
You gettin' dropped from the label, you pussy, you can't even sign to me
I turn my wolf up on them sheeps, it ain't no slimin' me
Swing them switches, fuck it
[Chorus: Tafia & Meek Mill]
Don't even try to run that game on me, that's for your lame homies
I got more than a couple grand on me, ho, your rent money (Let's go)
She love the way I pop it, I'm from the street, this shit stem from it
I ain't gotta cock it, all I do is reach, that's the end of it
Ooh, couple grand
Yeah, price tag on your head leave you layin' where you stand
Price tag on this bitch, she on her head, doin' a stand
Nice tab on her wrist, get the AP with the orange band, aw man
[Verse 2: Tafia]
Couple grand
That there'll get you a starter pack of 'za, but lil' one'd rather slide
He still wanna rob them niggas ain't put him on, I see it in his eyes
I told that nigga don't stress it, get your check, they gon' see you on the other side
I know how it feel, these niggas ain't real, that's why they don't last too long
I know niggas kill, that's why we kill too, nigga, problem solved
He done popped a seal, he tryna taste it, you gon' have to buy it
She like how it feel, but don't suck dick, you gon' have to try it
Then she faced it, I leaned back, embraced it
This her lucky day like the bracelet
Couple grand for this lil' lady
Got the script, changed up a couple pages (Pages)
[Chorus: Tafia & Meek Mill]
Don't even try to run that game on me, that's for your lame homies
I got more than a couple grand on me, ho, your rent money (Let's go)
She love the way I pop it, I'm from the street, this shit stem from it (Hahaha, so what she do?)
She brung her friend for me
Ooh, couple grand
Yeah, price tag on your head leave you layin' where you stand
Price tag on this bitch, she on her head, doin' a stand
Nice tab on her wrist, get the AP with the orange band, aw man
[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
I done took this shit up to another level
I done put the Bentley boys with the trap, now it come together
I done put celebrity on celebrity and made 'em fuck together
Had them doin' a Verzuz on my dick, they ate my nut together
It's up forever
Heard you goin' broke too, you got debt forever
We tryna catch lil' whoadie at that light and leave him stuck forever
I just know y'all niggas better pick y'all side or y'all get flushed together
I had gave lil' ma like thirteen thou', that shit was stuck together
This new money
None of this shit ain't new to me
I gotta tuck my blick when I be out, they tryna YouTube me
OG tryna tell me, "Spin on who?" Shit, I'm like, "You do it"
Told him somebody gotta make it out this bitch no matter who do it (Yeah, yeah)
[Chorus: Tafia]
Don't even try to run that game on me, that's for your lame homies
I got more than a couple grand on me, ho, your rent money (Let's go)
She love the way I pop it, I'm from the street, this shit stem from it
I ain't gotta cock it, all I do is reach, that's the end of it
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