Ft. Tdot Illdude

(Hook: Tdot Illdude)
I be gettin' money fuckin' hoes
Hundred bands on me everywhere I go
Lot of things on me everywhere I go
If ya on the other side then ya got to go
Bruce Lee Roy I got the glow
Diamonds dancin' in my chain it come from Joe
Hundred bands on me everywhere I go
Lot of niggas hatin' but they keep it on the low
I keep my bitch in Celine that's fa sho
I keep my bitch in Vera Wang that's fa sho
I keep my hitters on the plane that's fa sho
And the streets know my names that's fa sho, sho

(Verse: Meek Mill)
I've been gettin' money on the low
Type of nigga buy a Birken for yo ho
Hundred thousand on me everywhere I go
Bought a Range just to drive it in the snow
Fuck ya niggas talkin' shit is lit
Riding dirty got the chopper in the Bent
Got yo baby momma tryna get a flick
Now nigga tell yo baby momma fuck up off my dick
I'm just coolin' with my young niggas
She in the V.I.P. with all these drug dealers
Actin' like she neva fucked with ya 
And she told me that ya a fuck nigga
When ya poppin' like we poppin' my nigga ain't no layin' low
Mixin' that Givenchy with Valentino camo
Fuck on the air mattress all in the bando
Dabbin' like I'm Cam tho
Touchdown, yeah hoe

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(Verse 2: Meek Mill)
Yea, mobbin' at the clear port
Richard Milli all plain like the air port
Therefore I am flyer than an air force
Lookin' devilish I pull up in that red Porsch
Now we got yo bitch up on the money train
I heard she fuckin' what's his name and what's his name
We only know yo wifey by her Twitter name
I only pop the perc so I don't feel the pain
Feel the pain, feel the pain, make them feel the flame
All these corny niggas winnin' I don't know who to blame
But maybe its the internet, I've been busy countin' money ya should do the same
Every nigga round me got a body
Shorty with me tryna kick it like karate
In my DM actin' thirsty word to Gotti
And it be goin' down when I pull up to the party

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(Verse 3: Meek Mill)
I'm still ballin', money still callin'
I'm on my eigth Rollie, niggas still talkin'
Flood the whole band, it look like real water
Ticket after ticket I feel like I'm will callin'
Niggas hatin' on me I don't feel for 'em
Cuz my South Philly niggas kill at will for 'em
And my North Philly niggas do the drill for 'em
The lawyers paid nigga made me spend a mil on 'em, pussy!
Blow the muthafuckin' money on these niggas
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