Meek Mill - B Boy Lyrics
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]All that ass, Lord have mercyAll that champagne, these *****es thirstyVerserchy, no hold up, I meant VersaceI prolly pull up Roberto over CavalliPuffin' on Cali, prolly out in the valleySippin' on something drowsey*****es twerkin' like MileyTwerk, twerk for a real nigga sellin' workPromise I won't tell a wordI been on that trill shit, way backNorth Philly nigga, but I'm laid backGet shot in your head drivin' your MaybachHomie the clown know I don't play thatSippin' dirty, riding dirty, I say hi to thirtyCall your dog, I call my dawg and he'll buy a birdyTry to school me, I'm getting out here earlyDope dealer, Puma life, back of this soccer jerseyMink draggin', tell PETA I'm swagginAll these karats like I'm tryna lure in a rabbitJust to put it, on my jacketWhat you doin? I'm doin' fashion[Verse 2: Big Sean]Okay, I walk with a limp and I talk with a slurI might wear every single chain and mix it up with my furI might get every single drink and mix it up til I blurI tell the ***** get on my lap, but don't you get on my nervesI need that bag full of green like I lawnmow itJohn Doe and all Sean Doe itAnd I keep it G, yeah, I ground floor itAnd I'm pound blowin'If her ***** good then I might one, two, three, round four itGot her down for itYeah, nigga overthink, never under stressYeah, I understand, your girl over, I'm so unimpressedYeah, and she tryna ***** me raw, unprotectBut if I don't have that rubber on it I feel under dressedYeah, and I got money bags under my eyes, ho, cause I ain't sleepThey all Goyard too cause I ain't cheapFinally Famous, Aura Gold is my I-N-CAnd I put everything in motion like I-N-GAnd when we flyin' private you could bring the gun on with usI got this freak to 3rd base, she tryna run home with usAnd I got comma on comma on comma on comma... on commaAnd I ain't talking about no run on sentenceYeah, nigga hot headed so I need that Chings ChiliPut my P up on her head like that ***** is reppin' PhillyAnd I wheelie in that ***** like my nigga Meek MillyOn my way to meet millisLawyer drafting up the deep deep dealiesI got rich decided that ain't rich enoughWhen I did it big, *****, I decided that ain't big enoughDead Pres, who you diggin up?Who that nigga that you hating on, but just can't get enough?*****, the jig is up, little *****[Verse 3: A$AP Ferg]I'm like Madoff when I made off, scheming on niggas' payoffI never take a day off, your stash is short like Adolf, HitlerYou should lay up on the gangsta talk cause you're fake, dogYou never pushed no yay, dawg, ain't see no keys like Ray CharlesMe and Meek in the Maybach, we get Wale and take offWe got your ***** in a big house, she walk in hype like "Hey, Ross"Get money, dreamchasers, we ballin' hard like the LakersYou ballin'? Nah, you a faker, you prolly catchin' a faderI'm at your house on the hill, I *****ed your girl and your neighborYou thinkin' Khloe don't know me, I'm in the car dashin' hatersI'm in the Kardashian, get it? I'm lyin', can't I pretend?They say fake it 'til you make it, well, let the fakin' beginI got a ***** with fake titties, fake ass, she all in the BenzThem titties'll prolly fall like a ball when she bendsMy niggas from Harlem and Philly all get it inYour ***** come around and we *****in' her and her friendsGet money, dreamchasers, we ballin' hard like the LakersYou ballin'? Nah you a faker, you prolly catchin' a faderCome get with the dreamchasers, we ballin' hard like the LakersYou ballin'? Nah you a faker, you prolly catchin' a faderI'm at your house on the hill, I *****ed your girl and your neighborI'm at your house on the hill, I *****ed your girl and your neighborI'm at your house on the hill, I *****ed your girl and your neighborI'm at your house on the hill, I *****ed your girl and your neighbor[Outro: Meek Mill]What she do? She, just, put heart eyes under my pic niggaThat's my ***** niggaBought her a first class ticket to put the dick in her
