[Meek Mill] Fresh out the trap and they know how I carry it I fell in love with the game and I married it
200 thou´ for the walk on a Saturday I threw the wrap on the Phantom, it´s matte today Pushin´ that bitch through the ´jects like a chariot Diamonds on diamonds, they comin´ in various I gave that bitch $20,000 for charity Counted me out and I´m back, and I´m havin´ it, ayy
[Calboy] I´m from the trenches where I had to get it I´m so used to trappin´, I get it and flip it I know that you be actin´, I know you ain´t with it Bro, throw me the package, I wrap it and flip it They say I got money so I´m actin´ different Get it by my lonely, so I never listen Stay callin´ my phone, this lil´ bitch, she trippin´
Just leave me alone, I´m handlin´ business Work hard, I gotta get it (I gotta get it) Trap hard, we in the kitchen Diamonds so cold, light even bend And my niggas don´t fold, they never bendin´ Took a loss, but shit happens, I get it With the bosses, I´m payin´ attention Told that bitch I ain´t wastin´ no time So, no, I can´t wait, not a minute And I pray to the Lord for better days I´m flexin´ hard like a heavyweight Spent some racks and I bust down the bezel face Got this .30 on me, make ´em run away, yeah Bitch, I´m gettin´ paid I was in the trap whippin´ shit like a slave Can´t put trust in these bitches, these bitches changed On the block with them niggas, was goin´ insane, yeah
I ain´t come to play Can´t fuck with lil´ shawty, she in the way (You in the way) No time to waste Gotta get to this money, I´m runnin´ late, yeah (I´m runnin´ late) Better keep a K Boy, these bullets get drawn like anime I´ma hop in that foreign and do the race Yeah, I got the Bentley, Meek got the Wraith, yeah
[Meek Mill] Fresh out the trap and they know how I carry it I fell in love with the game and I married it 200 thou´ for the walk on a Saturday I threw the wrap on the Phantom, it´s matte today Pushin´ that bitch through the ´jects like a chariot
Diamonds on diamonds, they comin´ in various I gave that bitch $20,000 for charity Counted me out and I´m back, and I´m havin´ it, ayy
[Young Thug] Woo, ayy Fuck on a private jet Then he hop in his ´Gatti with a jet motor (Rrt) Ayy, I just had bought out the plug I got enough drugs to never be sober, yeah I can´t hop in with a scrub I don´t carry dubs in none of my clothin´, yeah I told this bitch to cool off She was overexcited ´bout my golds, yeah, uh (Woo) Choke on the beans, I´m fuckin´ her friend They doin´ my chores, yeah
He fresh out the can and I gave him a wifey Nigga, that´s yours, yeah (No cap) I sleep with a K and a couple grenades I´m ready for war, yeah Nipsey blue Range Rover SVR Racks in the safe, I stack it like Lays My diamonds all colors like a gay parade (Woo) Go on your bitch, I could´ve just laid But I alley-oop´d to my homie, he ate (He just scored) I cooked that fishscale, he slimed out the plate Got 52 watches andI still come in late You a sassy bitch, but I don´t go on dates Diamonds canary, stone lemon cakes Show me attention when I´m in your city I´m so used to fuckin´ on all of your bitches They wanna fuck us and they know that we pimpin´ Giuseppe Zanotti, I cop by the 50, yeah
I work the backstreets in all of the cities Yes, I paid for her thighs, lips, ass, and her titties, yeah Skydweller get wet as Pacific I ain´t sold a drug, but my wrist on the chicken, yeah (Woo, woo)
[Meek Mill & Lil Durk] Fresh out the trap and they know how I carry it I fell in love with the game and I married it 200 thou´ for the walk on a Saturday I threw the wrap on the Phantom, it´s matte today Pushin´ that bitch through the ´jects like a chariot Diamonds on diamonds, they comin´ in various I gave that bitch $20,000 for charity (Yeah, yeah) Counted me out and I´m back, and I´m havin´ it, ayy (Yeah, yeah)
[Lil Durk] Look at my clarity, my diamonds is serious I got out of jail and I fucked on her period I know they racist, Gucci interior Came from a corner to ownin´ my cereal Meek, we don´t need a stylist Percs, weed, even my balance Alexander McQueen Margielas (Yeah) I kill in the streets, you tellin´ (Skrrt) Don´t run, don´t run Make it home to my son (To my son) I be with killers who kill other killers I´m hangin´ with Von You´d rather buy the bitches back I´d rather give a new house to my mom Some niggas rather pray to the Bible When I converted, I pray with my palms
See, keepin´ my Glock when I´m in the field (Gang) Hop in the Track and I burn out the wheels (Skrrt) I fuck with the gangsters, don´t fuck with my peers Fresh out of Jeffrey´s, I hop on the Lear Grippin´ that .40, not talkin´ a beer Flawless the diamonds, I boog out the ear Bentley do wheelies, I pop it in gear Eight in my cup when I´m walkin´ through, clear Mm-mm-mm-mm, this lifestyle Man, that X is fuckin´ my pupil Just turn these lights down I´m just a wild, wild boy Chopper ridin´ ´round for him I need my mils like Meek I´m a thug like Thug and and Cal, Calboy
[Meek Mill & Lil Durk] Fresh out the trap and they know how I carry it (Trappin´) I fell in love with the game and I married it (Trappin´) 200 thou´ for the walk on a Saturday (Uh) I threw the wrap on the Phantom, it´s matte today (Oh) Pushin´ that bitch through the ´jects like a chariot (Yeah) Diamonds on diamonds, they comin´ in various (Clear) I gave that bitch $20,000 for charity (Gave the bitch) Counted me out and I´m back, and I´m havin´ it, ayy (Uh oh)