Jeezy ft. Meek Mill – MLK BLVD + lyrics

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Jeezy has recruited Meek Mill for his hard-hitting new song, “MLK BLVD”.

On MLK BLVD, Jeezy dwells more on fake a$$ n!ggas thinking they got it all figured out. He’s trying to maintain the status quo of him being a reputable figure in the game.

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MLK BLVD lyrics

[Intro: Jeezy]
Ah (Yeah)
Ha ha ha
Turn every up in that a lil bit (Yeah)
Oh, we gon’ keep that (Ha)
Yeah
Lex Luger on the beat, so what the fuck you lookin’ at?
You claim you real but your Rollie fake (Rollie fake)
Say you’re my dawg but you know you’re snake (Ssss), fuck ’em
Like Makaveli, I’m about to snap (‘Bout to snap)
Like Curtis Jackson, go and get the strap


[Chorus: Jeezy]
I got the Dawn on Martin Luther King (Martin Luther King)
Hop out the Dawn on Martin Luther King (Yeah)
Outside, I go and get the check (Check)
They want me dead just like I’m Malcolm X (Woo)


[Post-Chorus: Jeezy]
Had that ambition from the very start (Very start)
Back of that Bentley like I’m Rosa Parks (Haha)
You get that dirty money, best to wash it (Best to wash it, wash that shit nigga)
Just keep your eyes out for them false prophets (Yeah)


[Verse 1: Jeezy]
This nigga talkin’ like he ‘Ye or somethin’ (Like he ‘Ye or somethin’)
That nigga must be on that ye or somethin’ (Damn)
Heard what I said nigga, fuck Trump (Fuck Trump)
Say it again, nigga, fuck Trump (Yeah)
Somebody better call CNN (CNN)
Hello? I’m ’bout to make this shit G again (Let me hit that lick)
I’m war-ready like I’m Ricky Ross (Huh)
Yeah, boys in the hood, we knocking Ricky off (Boom)
She think I love her, yeah, she fucking crazy (Yeah)
I’m ’bout to pass that bitch like Tom Brady (Woah)
These niggas pussy, boy, this shit a drip (A drip)
I’m better off beefing with Taylor Swift (Haha)

[Chorus: Jeezy]
I got the Dawn on Martin Luther King (Luther King)
Hop out the Dawn on Martin Luther King (Yeah)
Outside, I go and get the check (Go and get the check)
They want me dead just like I’m Malcolm X (Haha)

[Post-Chorus: Jeezy]
Had that ambition from the very start (Very start)
Back of that Bentley like I’m Rosa Parks (What the fuck?)
You get that dirty money, best to wash it (Better wash it)
Just keep your eyes out for them false prophets

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
I’m gettin’ head in the back of the Phantom
Fuckin’ with Ross and I’m back in Atlanta
When I’m in Nieman’s, I act like I’m a scammer
Do the connect like I’m Tony Montana
Give me a chopper to go from the slammer
I tell the driver to go get my hammer
I got a bitch that’s servin’ them bricks
And everything lit like I’m holdin’ a candle (Woo!)
Feds disrespectin’ me in investigations, I don’t trap (No)
30 Million, 20 houses, I ain’t think about that (No)
Niggas tryna rob me, I ain’t tripping on it, I’m strapped (Woo)
Huh, put a hunnid bands on it, we ain’t beefing out back (No)
Came from the bottom of the bottom (Bottom)
Richer that milli, they watching (Woo)
I done got back in my pocket (Pocket)
Ballin’ in Houston like Rockets (Balling)
I did that, we got a problem (Problem)
Fuckin’ these hoes, then swap ’em (Swap ’em)
Just in the Rolls and drop ’em (Skrt)
Dawn out the Rolls on Collins (Yeah) Woo!

[Chorus: Jeezy]
I got the Dawn on Martin Luther King (Martin Luther King)
Hop out the Dawn on Martin Luther King
Outside, I go and get the check (Go and get the check)
They want me dead just like I’m Malcolm X

[Post-Chorus: Jeezy]
Had that ambition from the very start (Very start)
Back of that Bentley like I’m Rosa Parks (Haha)
You get that dirty money, best to wash it (Better wash it)
Just keep your eyes out for them false prophets

[Outro: Jeezy]
You already know what it is, nigga (Ha, ha, ha)
Yeah, I would sell back but I ain’t with no motherfucking [?]
You understand what I’m saying?
Oh, you niggas in trouble, nigga
Oh, yeah

Rick Ross ft. Meek Mill – Bogus Charms + lyrics

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Rick Ross takes his fire to another level the moment on this track titled “Bogus Charms”. He features Meek Mill on this song off his Port of Miami 2 album

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Bogus Charms lyrics

[Intro: Sam Harvey]
M’-M’-M’
M’-M’-M’-Maybach Music

Broken memories
You will find a way

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Rule number one is you can never rat
Fucking with you suckers set a nigga back
Break ’em down to baby sacks of Similac
And the only things on tracks I’m serving is the facts
Wanna pop the chain, kill you for your charm
Never mind your name, call you Uncle Tom
Shoot in front of bitches, never made a difference
‘Cause impressing all the pigeons was the biggest interest
Quick to get it popping, nothing for your pockets
Crack melt like Baskin Robbins, never break a promise
Cops rushing doors, niggas flushing dope
Who really tipping Crime Stoppers? You would never know
Half my team illiterate, I know it sound pathetic
But we can each get a brick that’s on a line of credit
Lot of niggas died over fake pieces
And the day I go, I pray my son, he get to read this

[Chorus: Sam Harvey]
Broken memories always fade
Live on and you will find a way
Things will be okay, don’t be afraid
Live on and you will find a way (Maybach Music)

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Uh, I only remember nights that was post-traumatic
So I’m never actin’ bougie like I was supposed to have it
Serving addicts, toting ladders, it was so dramatic
Putting friends before my family my worsest habit
‘Cause in my hood, it ain’t no friends when you get the Benz
‘Cause homie in the backseat wanna split your wig
Just to play the driver seat and say he hit a lick
And he gon’ post it on the ‘Gram like, “Don’t forget the vid'”
Seen niggas tell on their own homies just to get to LIV
Miami on a Sunday just to commit them sins
And these the ones we supposed to ride for, forget the kids
Throw your life away for a nigga that wouldn’t send your kids
Twenty dollars when you in your bid, this the way we live, the way we did
‘Cause I’m in the chains, fuck the way it is
The way it was, now the only way is up
I’m never into faking love, I’m only here to wake you up
Young nigga

[Chorus: Sam Harvey]
Broken memories always fade
Live on and you will find a way
Things will be okay, don’t be afraid
Live on and you will find a way

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
In a 911, came without a ceiling
Can’t imagine all the pain your brother was concealing
When we order fully loaded ’cause it’s so appealing
Sue you and then do you for a couple million
Started from the bottom, rip the carpet up
Parents great examples ’cause they never argue much
Air conditioner in the window, watch the water drip
Premonitions of my death is what I wanna miss
Pretty pictures of my kids the only ones I kiss (Lord)
When you get a second chance, young brother, what a gift (Yes)
New obituaries everywhere I look
Praying every hour God keep me on His books (Jesus)
Cemeteries, we pull up on ’em in foreign cars (Jesus)
Extended payments elated, now met with open arms (Jesus)
Look at all these rappers wearing bogus charms (Lord)
When they barely pay for marijuana in cigars

[Chorus: Sam Harvey]
Broken memories always fade
Live on and you will find a way
Things will be okay, don’t be afraid
Live on and you will find a way

SAINt JHN ft. Meek Mill – Anything Can Happen + lyrics

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“Anything Can Happen” is a highly anticipated collaboration between SAINt JHN and Meek Mill. On the track, the two artists boast about their newfound fame, but also how they can never be too safe or prepared now.

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Anything Can Happen lyrics

[Chorus: SAINt JHN]
Anything can happen’ when you out here poppin’ every night
Gotta’  risk it all tryna live a legendary life
Gotta’  keep the boomy on you, even when it’s close friends
Tryin’ not to mix the money up with emotions
Anything can happen’ when you out here poppin’ every night
Gotta’  risk it all tryna live a legendary life
Gotta’  keep the boomy on you, even when it’s close friends
Tryin’ not to mix the money up with emotions


[Verse 1: SAINt JHN]
Bentley,  just touched the second gear
Followed up, I say a prayer
Never, no, can’t be too prepared
Champagne, booze to catch my tears
Hope  this year gon’ make my year
Momma told me that I was rare
Chrome Hearts shoes, [they are?] Moncler
Both eyes closed, don’t fuckin’ care, nigga, yeah-i-yeah-i-yeah
Dreams of a Porsche kept me up at night
Facts nigga, I’m not tryna act polite, though
True story, they don’t see the sacrifice
They might take a nigga back tonight


[Chorus: SAINt JHN]
Anything can happen’ when you out here poppin’ every night
Gotta’ risk it all tryna live a legendary life
Gotta’ keep the boomy on you, even when it’s close friends
Tryin’ not to mix the money up with emotions
Anything can happen’ when you out here poppin’ every night
Gotta’ risk it all tryna live a legendary life
Gotta’ keep the boomy on you, even when it’s close friends
Tryin’ not to mix the money up with emotions

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Yeah
Load up the jet, I’m ready (Load it)
I’m tryna live this shit legendary (Livin’ it)
I got these niggas upset already
All these diamonds that’s on me, they’re necessary
I got King in my blood, it’s hereditary (Yeah)
She show me love like it February (She did)
I fell asleep, I was in that pussy
When I woke up she givin’ me head already, yeah (Woo)
She wanna’ spoil me (Spoil me), I just want loyalty (Loyalty)
Yeah (Yeah)
Choppa’ in a Lamborghini, that shit feel like royalty (Royalty)
Yeah, (Yeah)
Niggas know it when they see me, it ain’t no extortin’ me (Woah)
Catch me in traffic, it’s action, no lackin’, I’m movin’ accordingly
I’m watchin’ Kanye on the television, talkin’ Trump
He’s supportin’ him (Damn)
I have some niggas with tunnel vision, and a plug
They deported them (Damn)
I know some niggas that’s jealous of me for my hood
They wanna’ slaughter me (Brr)
I know they never can get to me
I done got rich, man these niggas is history

[Chorus: SAINt JHN]
Anything can happen’ when you out here poppin’ every night
Gotta’ risk it all tryna live a legendary life
Gotta’ keep the boomy on you, even when it’s close friends
Tryin’ not to mix the money up with emotions
Anything can happen’ when you out here poppin’ every night
Gotta’ risk it all tryna live a legendary life
Gotta’ keep the boomy on you, even when it’s close friends
Tryin’ not to mix the money up with emotions

Lil Durk ft. Meek Mill – Bougie + lyrics

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Lil Durk teams up with Meek Mill on his new single “Bougie.”

“Bougie” arrives ahead of Durk’s upcoming album Love Songs 4 The Streets II, the sequel to his 2017 album.

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Bougie lyrics

[Intro: Meek Mill]
Jahlil Beats
Uh

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
When I made it rich, I went and bought a Bentley, bitch (Bitch)
Walk into Saks Fifth like, “Give me that and give me this” (Gimme that)
That’s your Wednesday crush, you know Lil’ Fish done hit that shit, uh (Shit)
You ain’t gotta tell me, I know niggas envious, uh (Hey)
Count the cash while my lil’ bitch bounce her ass (Bounce that ass)
Richard Mille cost 150, that’s your stash (That’s your stash)
Poppin’ shit on Instagram, that’s your past (That’s your what)
When we catch you out in traffic, just don’t crash (Brr, brr, brr)
I got a bag, I’m doin’ the most, you niggas is lame, I am the GOAT
They wanted gas, I’m givin’ ’em smoke, jump off the jet, get on the boat
I’m in a yacht, I’m with a thot, she givin’ me throat, aw, shit
Cut off the top, Rolls Royce drop, I get ghost, skrt
Pull up in a “What the fuck was that?”, ho (That, ho)
We still throwin’ supermodels off the back, bro (Back, bro)
Alley-oop my bitch to Harden, I give her back, bro (Back, bro)
And you better not send my bitch back with her back broke (Back broke, gang)

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Durk]
First thing on my mind when I wake up is a check
In the trenches with my slimes, they be trippin’ off the X
When I’m gone off these drugs, I don’t think about my ex
And I ain’t know that ho for long, she asked for Audemar Piguet

[Chorus: Lil Durk]
Oh, you want some diamonds, you don’t want no bag, you’re think you’re bougie, huh?
And you don’t want no Fashion Nova, you want some Gucci, huh?
And when we out, I can’t be seen ’cause I don’t know who you fucked
And why she think she playin’ me? This shit be groupie love
Oh, I think I’m bougie
Mike Amiri jeans cost me two Gs
I can’t take her to the crib, go get some room keys
Oh, I think I’m bougie

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
Came a long way from the trenches, ridin’ CTA
From the chopper to the jet, it look like GTA
And they say I won’t be shit, ain’t make my GPA
And I heard his ass a rat, I’m sippin’ T-E-A (Oh)
I thought you was my B-O-Y, but your ass D-E-A
I used to walk with a .22 inside my Kenzo
Paperwork came back too dirty, gotta keep your head low
If he too loud and he too wild, then he get paid for (Oh)
I know some niggas that take your head off for that bankroll
Lawyer money up to my dogs, then it’s case closed
Boy, you just start sippin’, we sold him Karo
I popped some X, I was geekin’, I DMd J. Lo (Oh)
Jimmy Kimmel in Chicago, pull up, late shows
They put Lil’ Vernie in that chair, you know he ate those
Niggas jumpin’ dick to dick, man, I hate those
I remember I put a dime inside a Faygo

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Durk]
First thing on my mind when I wake up is a check
In the trenches with my slimes, they be trippin’ off the X
When I’m gone off these drugs, I don’t think about my ex
And I ain’t know that ho for long, she asked for Audemar Piguet

[Chorus: Lil Durk]
Oh, you want some diamonds, you don’t want no bag, you’re think you’re bougie, huh?
And you don’t want no Fashion Nova, you want some Gucci, huh?
And when we out, I can’t be seen ’cause I don’t know who you fucked
And why she think she playin’ me? This shit be groupie love
Oh, I think I’m bougie
Mike Amiri jeans cost me two Gs
I can’t take her to the crib, go get some room keys
Oh, I think I’m bougie

Meek Mill Ft. Drake – Going Bad + lyrics

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Meek Mill is here with this jam titled “Going Bad”, featuring former adversary Drake.

In the song, Drake and Meek Mill flaunt their wealth, while rapping about how they’re “Going bad” on their haters.

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Going Bad lyrics

Drake (Future):]
Yeah
(Wheezy outta here)
G, G

[Drake:]
Back home, smokin’ legal (Legal)
I got more slaps than The Beatles (Beatles)
Foreign shit runnin’ on diesel, dawg
Playin’ with my name, that shit is lethal, dawg (Who you say you was?)
Don Corleone
Trust me, at the top it isn’t lonely (Strapped)
Everybody actin’ like they know me, dawg
Don’t just say you’re down, you gotta show me (What you gotta do?)
Bring the clip back empty (It’s empty)
You asked to see the boss, so they sent me, dawg (Sent me, dawg)
I just broke her off with a 10-piece, dawg (10-piece, dawg)
That ain’t nothin’, I’m just bein’ friendly, dawg

It’s just a lil’ 10-piece for her
Just to blow it in the mall, doesn’t mean that we’re involved
I just… what? I just… uh, put a Richard on the card
I ain’t grow up playin’ ball, but I’ll show you how the fuck you gotta do it
If you really wanna ball ’til you fall
When your back against the wall
And a bunch of niggas need you to go away
Still goin’ bad on ’em anyway
Saw you last night, but did it broad day

Yeah, lot of Murakami in the hallway (What?)
Got a sticky and I keep it at my dawg’s place
Girl, I left your love at Magic, now it’s all shade
Still goin’ bad on you anyway

[Meek Mill:]
Whoa, whoa, ooh, whoa
Whoa, whoa, ah

I could fit like 80 racks in my Amiris (80 racks)
Me and Drizzy back-to-back, it’s gettin’ scary (Back-to-back)
If you fuckin’ with my opps, it’s don’t come near me (Get outta my way)
Put some bands all on your head like Jason Terry (Brrt, brrt, ooh)
Richard Mille cost a Lambo (That’s a Lambo)
Known to keep the baddest bitches on commando (Salute)
Every time I’m in my trap, I move like Rambo (Extended)
Ain’t a neighborhood in Philly that I can’t go (That’s a Fendi)
For real
She said, “Oh, you rich rich?” (“You rich rich”)
Bitch, I graduated, call me “Big Fish” (Ballin’)
I got Laurie Harrier on my wish list (That’s Laurie)
That’s the only thing I want for Christmas (True story, uh)
I’ve been had my way out here, yeah, know that’s facts (Facts)
You ain’t livin’ that shit you sell, yeah, we know that’s cap (That’s cap)
You ain’t got to ask me when you see me, know I’m strapped (Brrt)
DC, OVO, we back again, we goin’ plat’ (Ooh, ooh)

[Drake:]
It’s just a lil’ 10-piece for her
Just to blow it in the mall, doesn’t mean that we’re involved
I just… what? I just… uh, put a Richard on the card
I ain’t grow up playin’ ball, but I’ll show you how the fuck you gotta do it
If you really wanna ball ’til you fall
When your back against the wall
And a bunch of niggas need you to go away
Still goin’ bad on ’em anyway
Saw you last night, but did it broad day

[Future:]
Wheezy outta here

Gucci Mane ft. Meek Mill – Backwards + lyrics

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Gucci Mane and Meek Mill collaborate on this track titled “Backwards”. On this track, they rap about some of the things they see on a regular basis now that they are successful rappers.

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Backwards lyrics

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
Zaytoven
Gucci Mane, Gucci Mane, Gucci Mane, Gucci Mane, Gucci Mane, Gucci (Yeah)
Wizop, the Wizop, the Wizop, the Wizop, the Wizop, the- (Wop)
Gucci, the Gucci, the Gucci, the Gucci Guwop, oh, the Gucci (Wop)
(Hah, Gucci)


[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
God keep coverin’ me with drip, I think he tryna smother me (On God)
They stopped me at the border, had too many felonies
I’m splashin’, I ain’t even drippin’ (Splashin’)
Laughin’, I ain’t even trippin’ (Haha)
I’m crashin’, I ain’t even dissin’ (Crash)
Heard you drop some, I ain’t even listen
No one realer, triller, street gorilla
I pull up like Chauncey Billups
Nigga don’t gas me, I don’t need a fill up
Pick her up and make her suck my dick ’til she hiccup
Wop lookin’ slim like a bicycle rim
But he’s bank obese, and his pockets on chubby
He’ll play head coach just like Lovie
Thuggin’ in public, these hoes love it
I double and triple, quadruple your budget
Baseball money like David Justice (Money)
Whole load sold, I ain’t even touched it (It’s sold)
Own our own kush, damn the room so musty
Most of you rappers all style, no substance
Big ol’ rocks on, they disgustin’
Niggas talk but never touch me (Nah)
Broke haters can’t tell me nothin’

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Fuck ’em (Woo, woo, woo, who?)
Yeah, this that Meek Mill, Gucci Mane (Gucci Mane)
Y’all niggas swingin’ through F&Ns
They gon’ come right back to you like a boomerang (Brrr)
Louis and Saint Laurent drip (Drip)
Pimp on these bitches like Pootie Tang (Pimpin’)
He wanna be ’bout that bitch
But we all fuckin’ her, so he don’t know who to blame
She wanna check from me, uh (Check)
She gotta check for me, uh (Check)
Fuckin’ the two baddest bitches off Instagram, they on that ecstasy (Aw, hey)
Hey, diamonds like Voss, and I got the sauce, I mix up the recipe (Woah)
‘Fore all this rappin’ shit, I was a trapper, the plug gon’ invest in me (Woah)
Jumped out the porch, I got a Porsche
Too many hitters, they can’t extort
I take a mil’ to table, no fork
Then split it up with my dawg like divorce
They shot at us, it was by force
We shot at them, they went to court
I don’t wan’ be with these niggas no more
I can’t even be with these niggas no more
Shorty said she only fuck trappers (Trappers)
End up fuckin’ with a rapper (For real?)
Damn, bitch, how you goin’ backwards? (Damn)
Diamonds on froze like Alaska (Freezin’)
That ain’t even none of my bidness (Bidness)
Put your face down and your ass up (Back down)
I am preachin’ to you like the pastor
I’ma keep runnin’ these bands up (Yeah)

[Bridge: Gucci Mane & Meek Mill]
Bands up, bands up, bands up, bands up
Bands up, bands up, bands up, bands up
All these diamonds on me make me handsome
Shawty fuckin’ on me like a dancer

Bands up, bands up, bands up, bands up
Bands up, bands up, bands up, bands up
Went from a trapper to rapper
Damn, bitch, how you goin’ backwards?
 (Hah)

[Outro: Gucci Mane]
Wow, I thought I was proud of you, but I take it back
You know what I’m saying?
Where your whips at? Where your titles at? Huh?
Where your shooters at?
Thought you had a plug, but you had a scrub
Damn

NAV ft. Meek Mill – Tap + lyrics

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“Tap” serves as the first collaboration between Meek Mill and NAV, and appears on NAV’s album Bad Habits.

On the track, the rappers discuss their privileged lives and discuss their humble origins.

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Tap lyrics

[Intro: NAV, Meek Mill, & Kodak Black]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(I’m in London, got my beat from London)
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
In the trap, hang in places that you can’t go
Glock .40, he got smokey, yeah, the draco
Thousand nights on that corner eatin’ egg rolls
Bad bitch Puerto Rican, look like J. Lo, woah
They tried to extort me, I ain’t pay though
Only thing I gave ’em was a halo
A-hole, Uber on the way, ho
Fuck her from the back, put my thumb all in her A-hole
I got bands for real, diamonds on me, they dance for real
All these sticks and drums, bangin’ like we in a band for real
I got cake, I stay humble, know I’m the man for real
I got hitters, we don’t rumble, tell your mans to chill
Yo, who’s mans is this? (Somebody come get this nigga)
All up in my section Instagrammin’ shit
I be with some real hitters, they ain’t with that camera shit
‘Cause they really out here in the field and they be slammin’ shit

[Chorus: NAV]
Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap
Giving head taps, lead tat, tat, tats
They said that they were with it but it’s cap, cap, cap
Aimin’ at your fitted, push it back, back, back
Whack, whack, whack, whack, whack
One phone call get you whacked, whacked, whacked
Try to slap me, we gon’ let it slap, slap, slap
Cross a line, it’s too late, you can’t take it back, back, back (Yeah)

[Verse 2: NAV]
They got my brother locked inside a cage (In a cage)
Take them shackles off his feet, he ain’t a slave (Slave)
Growin’ up in the hood, you don’t learn how to behave (‘Have)
How we gon’ learn to stack if we ain’t got nothin’ to save? (Save)
Got a little bad bitch, got some work done on her butt (On her butt)
Gotta catch another flight as soon as I catch my nut (Catch my nut)
Just bein’ honest, Meek was the first to show me love (Show me love)
And the first time that I seen a Maybach was with cuz (Cuz)
Gettin’ these bags, we might as well tell our opps what’s up (What’s up)
Got weddin’ bands but I still don’t got a bitch to cuff
In every city I go, they already know what’s up (What’s up)
I got resources, I could get straight to the plug

[Chorus: NAV]
Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap
Giving head taps, lead tat, tat, tats
They said that they were with it but it’s cap, cap, cap
Aim it at your fitted, push it back, back, back
Whack, whack, whack, whack, whack
One phone call get you whacked, whacked, whacked
Try to slap me, we gon’ let it slap, slap, slap
Cross a line, it’s too late, you can’t take it back, back, back (Yeah)