[Meek Mill]
Yeah
So much money you gotta put that shit on a scale, nigga
We ain´t never goin´ back to being broke

One time for all my young niggas in the trenches (Woo)

[ Meek Mill]
Ain´t chasing a bitch, I´m chasing a dream (You know the routine)
Ah, damn, look what a nigga done made of the team (You know the routine)
I know why they jealous, I be on the type of stuff they never seen (You know the routine)
Whole ´nother level, I shit on them niggas and ain´t even mean it (Whoa, whoa)

[Meek Mill]
Young nigga blowin´ old money, spend a milli´, make it back (Whoa, whoa)
Made enough off a old hustle, I don´t even gotta rap (Whoa)

Grind and I get it, stack and I spend it, you know the routine (You know the routine)
Poppin´ them tags, gettin´ them bags, you know the routine, hey (You know the routine)

[Wale]
Mike Amiri put a hole in my jeans
I ain´t playin´, in a whole ´nother league
Go to Philly, then I go to Reddys
Then I get a Rollie, then I meet a bitch
And then I get a zip
And then I take a dip into her womaness
I feel like Carson Wentz
I got the wisdom
If a nigga sit the bench
I got a funny feeling that you niggas fooling
Boy, he still the coldest
This the moment I come different, yeah

Yeah, BAPE, Folarin, no monkey business
Can´t H&M, that´s no
Shout out to women in Cape Town
Africa´s always a great time
Donald said all of us live in huts
I tell him, "Dummy, go to Lagos"
Oh, you niggas like to play tough?
You really hatin´ ´cause your pay stub
Philly women really chillin´ with me
Now I really can´t stop sayin´ jawn
The double-M-G is back, mo´
See me with Sneak and with fat boy
See, they can sleep on my raps, they have
But who really, really can bag hoes? (Whoa, whoa, Folarin, bitch)

[Meek Mill]
Young nigga blowin´ old money, spend a milli´, make it back (Whoa, whoa)

Made enough off a old hustle, I don´t even gotta rap (Whoa)
Grind and I get it, stack and I spend it, you know the routine (You know the routine)
Poppin´ them tags, gettin´ them bags, you know the routine, hey (You know the routine)

[Meek Mill]
You know how we living, I ain´t gotta post it (I don´t)
I ain´t even boastin´ (Yeah)
How many times I gotta tell you ´bout these ´Raris and Wraiths and Ghosts? (Skrrt-skrrt)
How many times I gotta tell you that I mob, La Cosa Nostra? (The mob)
How many famous bitches do I gotta fuck for the love of the culture?
Oh Lord, everything Kosher

Came in this bitch with a chip on my shoulder (Whoa)
Took it to Vegas (Vegas)
I bet it all at the table at poker (Whoa)
Just look at they faces (Faces)
I know they don´t like how I´m fucking them over (They don´t)
These niggas is crazy (Crazy)
You never gon´ catch me out rockin´ a choker (No)
I´m on some shit right now, I feelin´ lit right now (Lit right now)
We catch a snake in the grass, he gettin´ clipped right down (Brrt, brrt)
I got a hundred in cash, I´m ´bout to spend right now (Spend right now)
They try to put me in last, but what do it look like now? (Woo)

[Meek Mill]
Young nigga blowin´ old money, spend a milli´, make it back (Whoa, whoa)
Made enough off a old hustle, I don´t even gotta rap (Whoa)
Grind and I get it, stack and I spend it, you know the routine (You know the routine)
Poppin´ them tags, gettin´ them bags, you know the routine, hey (You know the routine)

[Rick Ross]
Fingerprints on that dope money
Healy sent you to a new crib (Huh)
Bad bitch speak pig Latin
Tussionex with a new seal (Huh)
Sticker price with the white bricks
Raekwon with the Wu deal (Woo)
Slice a pie and we all eat

Stick a straw in my cough syrup
I don´t fuck with these weirdos
Swear to God, it be paranoid
Treat a jet like it´s a cab fare
Sold a brick, came back for it
Your whole clique be your pallbearers
R-I-P for a small error
Black Phantom, blessed pharaoh
Black Bo´, rest well (Bo)
Collins Ave in a high rise
Cocaine white skyline
What I labeled a memoir
To broke niggas is sci-fi
Bad bitch on my side line
Name tatted on five wives
Stackin´ money like Mayweather
And they heard I got nine lives

[Meek Mill]
Young nigga blowin´ old money, spend a milli´, make it back (Whoa, whoa)
Made enough off a old hustle, I don´t even gotta rap (Whoa)
Grind and I get it, stack and I spend it, you know the routine (You know the routine)
Poppin´ them tags, gettin´ them bags, you know the routine, hey (You know the routine)