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[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
I asked my little b*tch if she seen a brick and she said no
I told that little b*tch look at my wrist and she said oh
You on some bullsh*t, with that point like Eric Snow
My n*gga B move them O's like he playing tic tac toe
Now and we both going in, like a got a curfew
You don't get no money, paper shorter than commercial
Let me hear you n*ggas plotting on me, I'm a murk you
Have my goons at your crib every day like Urkel
One day I go f*ck a b*tch, then I be like f*ck a b*tch
Have her try to bust my windows out like Jazmine Sullivan
Cause I got another b*tch and she even badder
Looking like Beyonce, but that don't even matter
Cause I ball hard, I play for team Louie
They whole clique suck my di*k, that's team chewy
Rocks in the Bezel, all husky face blew it
Since a lil' n*gga used to talk that sh*t like Stewie
Who he, Louie had Louis chicks, Louis shirts, Louis belt
Walked up in the Louis store and tell 'em I want the shelf
Buy the whole mannequin, n*ggas and they shenanigans
Go get 'em sent to Hahnemann, shoot 'em like we gambling
Or hit 'em like its blackjack bout to get my mac back
Once I trade these handguns, I'm trying to feed my grandson
I'm having million dollar dreams
And hundred dollar nightmares thinking 'bout the cream
Ok, black Impalla, black rims, black tims, black ice
All black everything, flowing through the back night
Black flooded rollie on, looking like a flashlight
Tryna get that black car money b*tch cash life
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