Meek Mill - Lean Wit It lyrics

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[Verse 1]

Uh, In the kitchen goin ham again

Fuckin’ with dem birds like Cam and dem

I’ll tell you what’s the word when the tan is in

We dem niggas on the curb with dem hammers and

Whole brick throw it on a triple beam

It get hectic we gon’ stretch it like a limousine

Ain’t no question if I touch it then it’s Mr.Clean

I be reppin in yo’ section me my nigga Keem

Ghost boys, in a ghost nigga

I burn bread I ain’t talkin toast nigga

Whole team of killers, I’m the coach nigga

Presidential on my wrist, now take ya votes nigga

Rookie of the year, cookies in the rear

I got some bad bitches that’ll get it there

If you don’t wanna get it we gon send ‘em there

If it’s heavy then Omelly comin in a Lear

Bricksquad, like Waka and dem

If its gucci like D.Howard get a block for dem

I don’t touch I just leave it up to Tock and dem

Meek Mill started wasn’t chopper we was poppin den

[Hook]

Lean wit it, rock wit it

Throw some bake up in the pot wit it

Microwave or we gon we gon pop whip it

When it get right we drop that ice and make it lock wit it

I tell em lean wit it, rock wit it

Throw some bake up in the pot wit it

Microwave or we gon we gon pop whip it

When it get right we drop that ice and make it lock wit it, Ughh!

[Verse 2]

I made a million off a mixtape

Nigga get ya shit straight

I’m sellin that raw shit, you sellin that whip weight

Cookin’ up a whole bird until I make my wrist ache

When I pulled up to the club you should’ve seen ya bitch face, Ughh!

Fitfy cash in my pocket

Nigga, I got the stash in my pocket

I’m blowin money fast in my pocket

Said its lookin like I got Nicki ass in my pocket

Talkin Ass Ass Ass Ass, all I get is cash cash

Club lit my last tag, could’ve bought a fast Jag

The way these bitches wavin’ at me, you would think a cab passed

Wondered why u hatin on me, nigga wit ‘cho mad ass

Rollie on me cost a whole brick

Killers with me ain’t go no pics

These groupie bitches ain’t got no sense

So we make a movie on dem bitches no script

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

Thirty-six treat it like a dirty bitch

Cuz I hit it and then send it to the other strip

Call me anything don’t call me by my government

Cuz when I’m out ‘chea in the jungle we be sellin bricks

Half these niggas in my hood be on some tellin shit

We be on some if you snitchin crack ya melon shit

If I ain’t rockin with the Smith its Parabellum shit

Papi bring ‘em on the boat they know we sellin shit

Lean wit it, rock wit it

Posted Mac. 11 in the lot wit it

Seven fifty gettin’ busy wit a box in it

So when they pull us over they don’t find dem Glocks in it