Meech lyrics

[Intro]
(Izze The Producer)
Yeah
Ayy, man, you seen my phone?
Which one, man?
Not that phone, the trap phone
Paper Route Business, b*tch (Honorary Member)

[Chorus]
Yeah, my b*tch, she bad (Woah)
All my n*ggas rich (Woah)
I got work for cheap (Ayy)
Damn, I feel like Meech (It's Dolph)
Two-tone Wraith (Yeah)
On some big feet (What?)
I f*cked her to sleep (Uh)
Then jumped back in the streets (Skrrt)
Mama put me out (Trappin')
I'm straight out the trap (Trap)
Stuffed a hundred in a box and sent 'em 'cross the map (Hah)
I'm geeked up on that lean (Pour up)
Countin' while you sleep (Yeah)
Everybody eat
Damn, I feel like Meech

[Verse 1]
My car don't got a top (Drop)
It's money when I talk
Got a beam on my Glock (Ayy)
And I'm drinking raw (Dirty)
Lil' mama so fine, I went up in that pus*y raw (What/)
Then I f*cked her friend (Damn)
She said, "You a dog"
I heard they want me dead, so now I'm flexin' even harder (It's Dolph)
I pull up in that Ferrari rockin' a lot of water (Bling)
f*ck the other side (f*ck 'em)
It's a homicide (f*ck 'em)
Numbers don't lie (Nah)
My trap on fire, he
Every time you see me, I be lit as f*ck, yeah, yeah
In the strip club throwin' that sh*t up (Woah, woah)
I feel like Shawty Lo (Yeah), I'm the man (Ayy)
Two-steppin', countin' paper, that's my money dance (Woo)
[Chorus]
Yeah, my b*tch, she bad (Woah)
All my n*ggas rich (Woah)
I got work for cheap (Ayy)
Damn, I feel like Meech (It's Dolph)
Two-tone Wraith (Yeah)
On some big feet (What?)
I f*cked her to sleep (Uh)
Then jumped back in the streets (Skrrt)
Mama put me out (Trappin')
I'm straight out the trap (Trap)
Stuffed a hundred in a box and sent 'em 'cross the map (Hah)
I'm geeked up on that lean (Pour up)
Countin' while you sleep (Yeah)
Everybody eat
Damn, I feel like Meech

[Verse 2]
Damn, I feel like Meech (Uh)
I think we BMF (Gang)
Slammin' all these pounds I need a championship belt (Ayy)
Pull up (Woo), pick up (Woo)
Pull off (Woo), drop off (Woo)
Top off (Woo), it's Dolph (It's Dolph)
Cough syrup, no cough (Pour up)
Yeah, I come from a place where they don't make it out (Hey, hey)
Young n*gga snortin' pills ready to take you out (For real)
My b*tch bad and juicy
I wear Roberto Cavalli every Tuesday (Ayy)
Medicine what I'm sippin' for real (Woah)
I got your b*tch skinny dippin' at the crib (Turn up)
I'm servin' and countin' (Hah), smokin' ounces (Yeah)
I just made a play (Trap), for 300K
[Chorus]
Yeah, my b*tch, she bad (Woah)
All my n*ggas rich (Woah)
I got work for cheap (Ayy)
Damn, I feel like Meech (It's Dolph)
Two-tone Wraith (Yeah)
On some big feet (What?)
I f*cked her to sleep (Uh)
Then jumped back in the streets (Skrrt)
Mama put me out (Trappin')
I'm straight out the trap (Trap)
Stuffed a hundred in a box and sent 'em 'cross the map (Hah)
I'm geeked up on that lean (Pour up)
Countin' while you sleep (Yeah)
Everybody eat
Damn, I feel like Meech