I’m The sh*t lyrics

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Chilling in the cut higher than a Louis tag
When I see them biddies I remind them of a Gucci bag
Cause they want me and they need me
I'm like Seymour, feed me
I'm getting money believe me
Hoes want to f*ck the kid cause I'm on T.V
Diamonds in my neck, check [?]
[?] Pradas up and down [?]
Shades on wonder where I got that from Stevie
We be anywhere them motherf*cking keys be
Easy I make it look
Bad b*tch gon' take a look
Dawg I'm on another page I might as well just make a book
n*ggas that can spit but never ever could they make a hook
That's why they can't stand it, and I'm in demanding
Boss sh*t raw sh*t I could get your man hit
I put bread all over that beef like a sandwhich

[Hook: Meek Mill]
I'm the sh*t
Check out my swag, look at my pockets, and do the math
We getting money you doing bad
I see in these n*ggas faces that they mad
Cause I'm the sh*t I'm the sh*t I'm the sh*t I'm the sh*t
Ya I'm the sh*t I'm the sh*t I'm the sh*t I'm the sh*t
I'm the sh*t I'm the sh*t I'm the sh*t I'm the sh*t
Ya I'm the sh*t I'm the sh*t I'm the sh*t I'm the sh*t
[Verse 2: Ms. Jade]
I make them sick make 'em make 'em sick
Get your get your money daddy gon' make it flip
I'm the sh*t take a sniff
On point Mama Swiff
And I shine brighter than a time piece on my wrist
Use a window washer I advise it
Swisher in a wrapper under my [?]
Insane in the brain I need a psychiatrist
All this hating that they doing going to make me get violent
Still stunting so you better believe it cause I told you
f*ck a n*gga [?] money tricking sh*t we don't do
f*ck them n*ggas get the money type of sh*t we toast to
Louis you should brag about I been here they my old shoes
Ha, y'all late like old news
Trash ass won't stop stink like Young Pooh
Pewh, me and Meek still killing it
Y'all keep screaming y'all the sh*t but we for real with it

[Hook: Meek Mill]
I hopped up out the cell swagging
Pull up in the 550 looking like a wagon
I be spitting fire plus I'm flyer than a dragon
When they mention competition I be laughing
I'm the sh*t where my toilet paper at
They was hating when I was down now where all of them haters at
Now I'm back up on that G sh*t
Filling up like three clip
See me in the streets they switch the words like its a remix
Uh, I hit b*tches like Chris Brown
I'm king of my city just waiting to get crowned
You highness, I'm as hot as a volcano
Give your b*tch pipe work like drain though
Aye ho, I roll in then roll out
That pounds in the old house
sh*t I'm like the fire man cause I bring them hose out
Every time I'm partying, wrist wear be Cartier
Shining for the audience they watch me like an audience
[Hook: Meek Mill]