Meek Mill - Classic Lyrics
[Intro: Swizz Beatz]Oh it’s hot outside manMeek Millys coming daddy[Verse 1: Meek Mill]Hundred for the walkthrough Im not who you talk toDrive by wet you up, nigga thats a carpoolSpitting all this hot shit, every single bar coolDiamonds in the rollie face, animated cartoonCall me Meek Milly I don't play that shitGot me on my nappy braids before the Maybach cliqueRiding in the wheels of fortune, Pat Sajak shitAnd all I rock is Balmain like I made that shitI’ve been, front row fashion weekLooking like I'm in the showSitting in the foreign leather, softer than a dinner rollMake a movie on your *****, tell her friend to get a roleYou thought she was innocentWe laughing like she been a hoChopping up those benzosMe yo ***** in the friend zoneShe told you I was friendzoned, what?I'm in the endzoneTouchdown with a 2 point conversionGive her that dick longShe busting like the clip longUber to send your ***** home nigga[Hook: Swizz Beats]I got a fever *****, hot outside I got a fever *****Feeling sick I gotta fever *****In these philly streets situations isPolice ain’t respecting the youth andThe youth ain't respecting the truth andThe Glock 9 on me in the booth andAll I talk is that real shit the truth and[Verse 2: Meek Mill]The money turned your ***** into a gold diggerThe money got me feeling like the old JiggaAnd Jigga even told me you a cold niggaThey ain’t believe me I was brokeBut I showed niggas and I told niggasThat I would expose niggasWent to buy a pair of sneaksLanded at the Royce dealerBrand new paper tagHaters never made me madYou get at your baby mommaI’m flyer than her baby dadLooking at my neckWhat that cost? Hundred-eighty cashLooking at my *****, she remind me of a Stacey DashWe was selling rock before Kareem Biggs, Damon DashOh you think you fly with your lil' Dream Chasin’ ass?We don’t chase *****es, we chase money and that D'usséCause when you get money, the hoes do whatever you sayRiding in a drop head, Phantom with the toupeAnd if you’re just hearing this, then it’s probably too late[Hook: Swizz Beats]I got a fever *****, hot outside I got a fever *****Feeling sick I gotta fever *****In these philly streets situations isPolice ain’t respecting the youth andThe youth ain't respecting the truth andThe Glock 9 on me in the coupe andAll I talk is that real shit the truth and[Outro]Meek MillyMack MillyGet smacked sillyCome to PhillyCome see it live in directYou know it, God dammit
