Gucci, Meek Mill
From 808 feelie real recognize real
Yeah we hood rich

Trap God turn us up

^!$$%, and this ^!$$%s wanna know for

You better call em my connect
And next from what he put me on for
I heard your ^!$$% ballin

Do what the f*ck you take alone for
But you get the f*ck this...
You ^!$$% know you don't belong girl,

All my ^!$$%s smoking scrome here
We don't talk reckless on the phone here
A lot of !@$%ch don't get alone here,

Please scrub my ^!$$% we rock our own gear
I'm on the press and on the long chair
I hope that you don't read me wrong

But if I go pull up that tongue dear
I bet that you don't make it home,
I'm in the choppers with my long jass

And I'm in trapper all day long
They call me back and sold the own...
Before you try that %#@! be gone


I'm a money get ^!$$%, and this (*##$es wanna know from
You'd better call em my connect and next some what he put me on from

I heard your ^!$$%s balling
Do what the f*ck you take a long for
You better stare by the fillie ^!$$%

You know them #~!!@ don't belong here
[Meek Mill:]
Rose go on my bottle six,

Have the Mill on form whip
I'm inner will with foreign (*##$
I'm on a bright strap and she on this dick

She bout tell you lane, your diamonds look strange,
I'm grinding like win, when you on that skateboard
Say, ^!$$% you new girls my open,

My old (*##$ your new girl,
Young low rich fillie ^!$$%, them hoes tell me I'm truth...
I don't need and f*ck one on one

'cause when I come I need two girls,
That girl to f*ck like all night,
Get them (*##$es that whole pipe

Riding round with Keyshia
And we smoking no Keyshia
Young ^!$$% friends like easter,

Tripping on my sneackers
Ray drop I seat that, I celebrate I get back
That molly look like a tic-tac

And I tell that hoe that I tic tac like ohh

I'm a money...

And this (*##$es what em know for
You'd better call em my connect
And next what he put em on for

I I heard your ^!$$%s ballin
Do do what the $#&@ you take a long for
But get the $#&@ out this...

You ^!$$%s know you don't belong girl
I drop a back on your head ^!$$%
And then locate you like own star

I ain't had to buy %#@! ^!$$%
My ^!$$% Waka got his ow call
You want my dick like you a (*##$ ^!$$%

Won't you go and... your own bars
And I won't go back and jail ^!$$%
But you gonna make me catch my own jar

I can look and tell you fry ^!$$%
But you keep on try to look hard
Your fresh keep action what's the spell ^!$$%

That's your motherf*cking home boys
I'm a money get ^!$$%, and these (*##$es what em known for


You better call em my connect
And next so what he out me on for
I heard your ^!$$%s balling
Do do what the $#&@ you take a long for
But get the $#&@ out this...

You ^!$$%s know you don't belong girl