B Boy - Meek Mill/A$AP Ferg/Big Sean

All that a** Lord have mercy

All that champagne these b**ches thirsty

Verserchy no hold up I meant Versace

I prolly pull up Roberto over Cavalli

Puffin' on Cali prolly out in the valley

Sippin' on something drowsey

B**ches twerkin' like Miley

Twerk twerk for a real ni**a sellin' work

Promise I won't tell a word

I been on that trill sh*t way back

North Philly ni**a but I'm laid back

Get shot in your head drivin' your maybach

Homey D cown know I don't play that

Sippin' dirty riding dirty I say hi to thirty

Call your dog I call my dawg and he'll buy a birdy

Try to school me I'm getting out here early

D**e dealer Puma life back of this soccer jersey

Mink draggin' tell PETA I'm swaggin

All these karats like I'm tryna lure in a rabbit

Just to put it on my jacket

What you doing

Doin' fashion

Okay I walk with a limp and I talk with a slur

I might wear every single chain and mix it up with my fur

I might get every single drink and mix it up til I blur

I tell the b**ch get on my lap but don't you get on my nerves

I need that bag full of green like I lawnmow it

John Doe and all Sean Doe it

And I keep it G yeah I ground floor it

And I'm pound blowin'

If her p**sy good then I might one two three round four it

Got her down for it

Yeah ni**a overthink never under stress

Yeah I understand your girl over I'm so unimpressed

Yeah and she tryna f**k me raw unprotect

But if I don't have that rubber on it I feel under dressed

Yeah and I got money bags under my eyes ho cause I ain't sleep

They all Goyard too cause I ain't cheap

Finally Famous Aura Gold is my I-N-C

And I put everything in motion like I-N-G

And when we flyin' private you could bring the gun on with us

I got this freak to 3rd base she tryna run home with us

And I got comma on comma on comma on comma on comma

And I ain't talking about no run on sentence

Yeah ni**a hot headed so I need that Chings Chili

Put my P up on her head like that b**ch is reppin' Philly

And I wheelie in that p**sy like my ni**a Meek Milly

On my way to meet millis

Lawyer drafting up the deep deep dealies

I got rich decided that ain't rich enough

When I did it big b**ch I decided that ain't big enough

Dead Pres who you digging up

Who that ni**a that you hating on but just can't get enough

F**k the jig is up

I'm like Madoff when I made off scheming on niggas' payoff

I never take a day off your stash is short like Adolf Hitler

You should lay off on the gangsta talk cause you're fake dog

You never pushed no yay dawg ain't see no keys like Ray Charles

Me and Meek in the Maybach we get Wale and take off

We got your b**ch in a big house she walk in hype like

Hey Ross

Come get with the dreamchasers we ballin' hard like the Lakers

You ballin'

Nah you a faker you prolly catchin' a fader

I'm at your house on the hill I f**ked your girl and your neighbor

You thinkin' Khloe don't know me I'm in the car dashin' haters

I'm in the Kardashian get it

I'm lyin' can't I pretend

They say fake it 'til you make it well let the fakin' begin

I got a b**ch with fake titties fake a** she all in the Benz

Them titties'll prolly fall like a ball when she bends

My niggas from Harlem and Philly all get it in

Your b**ch come around and we f**kin' her and her friends

Come get with the dreamchasers we ballin' hard like the Lakers

You ballin'

Nah you a faker you prolly catchin' a fader

Come get with the dreamchasers we ballin' hard like the Lakers

You ballin'

Nah you a faker you prolly catchin' a fader

I'm at your house on the hill I f**ked your girl and your neighbor

I'm at your house on the hill I f**ked your girl and your neighbor

I'm at your house on the hill I f**ked your girl and your neighbor

I'm at your house on the hill I f**ked your girl and your neighbor

What she do

She just put heart eyes under my pic ni**a

That's my b**ch ni**a

Bought her a first class ticket to put the dick in her