400 Degrees* lyrics

[Meek Mill]
I eat, sh*t, sleep, and I talk cake
I got b*tches from Miami, Atlanta you up state
My whole team get money we all straight
Y'all suckers fall for [?]
I been about that paper they know that its all facts
I'm the type to remix your hoe won't call back
And I ain't got no chill button can't fall back
Cause real n*ggas real I think that I'm all that
I be, bending corners in a Wraith 11
Riding shotty but I got a mac 11
Try to rob me I'mma send you back to...

But I take nothing just watch I gon' show ya
I touchdown NYC and call Karen
And tell her call [?]
Its all lit, balling we all in
Me and SBOE I call him
I make it rain, let it go New Orleans

I can tell you ain't never had b*tches
Look around all I see is mad n*ggas
Throw bands all you suckers should really be glad n*gga
She gon' bust it for a real n*gga
And I'mma throw a stack back
She gon' bust it for a real...
[Swae Lee]
Watch as I pull up in your b*tch spot
I'mma f*ck the b*tch and then tell her kick rocks
Young Swae Lee I don't like 'em on my jock
f*ck her one time then I kick her out the drop
I'm a young n*gga but my wrist and my money old
f*ck you b*tch n*gga know I got to get it on
I'm a young rich n*gga...