Maybach Music Group Actin’ Up

Yeah, turn the lights on

Yeah, turn the lights on

Yeah, turn the lights on

Turn the lights on

[Hook:]

These hoes be acting up

These hoes be acting up

These hoes be acting up

And these niggas be lettin em

These hoes be acting up

These hoes be acting up

These hoes be acting up

And these niggas be lettin em

[Meek Mill:]

These hoes be acting’ up

And these nigggas be lettin’ ’em

I crushed them hoes,

I never let them rose

And these niggas be sweatin’ ’em

Cause I run shit, like edgerrin

Or better yet, like rev and them

And on the bottom of my sneaks they red man

And I ain’t talkin’ ’bout no damn meth and them

They Louis Voutton and I super grind

See these stones, they super shine

I pop the perc, I get super high

And I drill your bitch, root canal

I rock time ford, conchords

And I shine on these dime whores

This bitch bought me a Rolex

And I still ain’t got no time for her

These hoes be acting’ up

These niggas be acting’ tough

I’m in the phantom, I’m backin’ up

And I’m bust down, but I’m strapped as fuck

So hold your horses, polo horses

Aston martin, we roll in Royces

Real niggas up in the building

Them hoes choose us, ain’t no more choices

[Hook:]

These hoes be acting up

These hoes be acting up

These hoes be acting up

And these niggas be lettin em

These hoes be acting up

These hoes be acting up

These hoes be acting up

And these niggas be lettin em

And these niggas be lettin em

And these niggas be lettin em

And these niggas be lettin em

Me, I don’t be sweatin em

These hoes be acting up

These hoes be acting up

These hoes be acting up

And these niggas be lettin em

[Wale:]

These hoes be acting’ up

See, me, I don’t practice much

Gold albums from the word of mouth

Gold bottles in the back of us

These jones be broke as fuck

Too uptight, they won’t open up

She got her arms folded even on the phone

I’m like, what the fuck is she here fo?

These hoes be acting’ up

These niggas keep wifin’ up

Freeze homie, got me crackin’ up

Never spent no more than a night with her

These hoes be a fuckin’, joe

They’ll never say a nigga didn’t warn you though

Cause you can hit my phone like four in the mornin’

And I be like, hah, told you so

[Hook:]

These hoes be acting up

These hoes be acting up

These hoes be acting up

And these niggas be lettin em

These hoes be acting up

These hoes be acting up

These hoes be acting up

And these niggas be lettin em

And these niggas be lettin em

And these niggas be lettin em

And these niggas be lettin em

Me, I don’t be sweatin em

These hoes be acting up

These hoes be acting up

These hoes be acting up

And these niggas be lettin em

These hoes be acting’ up

Big bread we rackin’ up

Straight to the back, see you up

Cancel that bitch like, nino

Ratchet ass ho, don’t play with me

Want to kobe me, want to humphrey me

Want to michael me, russell me

Take me to the bank and tiger me

Now these hoes be acting’ up

These clothes ten stacks and up

These cars 100 racks and up

These drums 100 rounds and up

Bitch, blow me, like a trumpet

Twenty thousand on it, hundreds

Fuck it, Money, Money, Money

Money, Money, Money, ah!

[Hook:]

These hoes be acting up

These hoes be acting up

These hoes be acting up

And these niggas be lettin em

These hoes be acting up

These hoes be acting up

These hoes be acting up

And these niggas be lettin em

And these niggas be lettin em

And these niggas be lettin em

And these niggas be lettin em

Me, I don’t be sweatin em

These hoes be acting up

These hoes be acting up

These hoes be acting up

And these niggas be lettin em

Maybach Music Group Big Bank

[Rick Ross:]

Being self made is all I know, till my dick in the dirt

One time for the real niggas

[Hook – Rick Ross:]

Big bank take little bank

Drop an X pill in the fish tank

Got the sharks on lean

Fish scale for my whole team

[x2]

[Pill:]

Watch that four door gone pull up

Watch them hoes gone pogo out

Cake my birthday blow them candles baby please don’t blow my high

It’s a band aid on your forehead I got people on my knot

It keep bulging up out my pocket said release me to the sky

This is big bank talk bank, vault frequent visitors

Swear that money keep a nigga shitten like the chili does

Hot dog tater chip bag ass nigga

No shirt, no shoes, no swag ass nigga

I’ll get cash ass nigga, put that title by my name

Hottest lighters I’mma fighter plus that rifle gotta aim

I just left the title game, don’t that trophy look so shiny

And your ho keep tryna poke me I’m surrounded by this diamonds (okay then)

[Hook]

[Meek Mill:]

I say Benji after Benjamin, pretty hoes I’m swimmin’ in

And if they ain’t talkin’ money

It’s just fuck it like my women friend

Pull up in the Aston sound sexy when the engine rim

It goes Vroom, Vroom, Scrrr that bitch cost like 7 birds

Cruise me down my 7 swimming in that money bitch

She say she don’t like them broke, she in love with money dick

And money make her cum I keep her busting like 100 clip

Marathon on that paper baby I be running shit

Big bank take little bank

100 carrot diamond chain make them hoes blink

30 shots make them fucking jack boys think

20,000 old money ya’ll lil Franks

[Hook]

[Torch:]

Money stuck on my mind, .40 tucked in my jeans

Dice game trying to stop the bank, I lose can a motherfucker lean? (Nah)

Big bank take little bank, 2 shakes in the middle with a ball pit

You awful my sharks starvin and I’mma eat your mutha fuckin food again

My hands dirty, my face clean

Self made, trying to stay up about to stay clean

Work that triple beam, pappy call me fuego

Money low break it down, 36

Leg up, grind like I need my break switch

28 on a spaceship

Straight fish whip 2 3 racks on racks

Aaron Rodgers, I quarterback the pack

[Hook]

[French Montana:]

I fuck 4 bitches, I got 8 balls

I’ll finish your career, nigga: 8 bars

Fly with that, got streets I got with that

Slept on me nigga, power-nap

[?]

8 in that glitter and gold, bitch that’s vs1

Bitch a hundred fifty, you niggas smell a fishy

You ain’t got pills up in that tank, Mills up in that bank

You know I coach them niggas

Like Phil up in that paint

50 thou on that Rollie, 50 thou bet on Kobe

6 feet 2 in Maybach, 100 clip for the payback

100 grand in this motherfucker

Gotta hold a 10 in this motherfucker

Coke boy ima get Japan in this muthafucka

[Hook]

Maybach Music Group Bag Of Money (Remix)

[Rick Ross – Intro]

She Self Made Too Therefore She Winnin

New Money, MMG

Self Made 2

Taking Over The World

C’mon baby girl lets spend this money

My chick bad looking like a bag of hunnid’s

My chick bad looking like a bag of hunnid’s

I blow it fast so you know I got her stuntin’

I blow it fast so you know I got her stuntin’

[Wale]

Be like Wa-le my stroke game be on point

Ye shawty losing her mind, her composure most of her voice

And she say she hate the word moist but she cant escape from that vibe

Play fight with that cat

Me I kill that pussy 9 times

I slow it down lemme slow it down

Ever since I hit that look at it that shit, I got you pokin’ now

Numbers we ain’t throwin’ down

Not me, no way, no how

Cause you know them screenshot broads always gonna run their mouths

Ok I’m far too drunk I’m not driving

You know open bars are on fire

A little green and white in my pocket

So this song is now “Bag of Mara”

Caught up in the wrong timing

Yeah, Jacob made my medallion

Just post up but don’t coach much

But I love stadium talent

[Omarion]

Remix,

Picture, all right colours

Ill let you count my money

Don’t you think you own me

You my bag of my money

You my bag of honey

I beez in your trap

While you yellin’ fuck me

I be on some other shit

Maybach O up in this bitch

Tell you about these other niggas

They lying about they figures

I’m bout it, bout it

I pull the trigger

Yall be so lame

I’m killin the game

I be dance in the bank

We so mafioso you ain’t never know tho

Never gonna know so

No, Never, no, no, no, nooo

[Hook]

[Yo Gotti]

My-my bitch amazing

Show stopper

Work at the titty club

P-Pussy popper

Top drop white on white 645

I burnt her up from 5 o clock until 6:45

Mr 60 minutes, Mrs Chanel and Fendi

I hit her in the Porcshe

And burnt her up a new Infiniti?

Presidential Rollie, JFK she Mrs Kennedy

Rose gold his or hers, diamonds and furs

Want a little suede, one on one bag

Look like a duffle bag of money

She beyond that

And I’m beyond swag

Young thug nigga, drug dealer

MMG affiliated

[Lil Wayne]

My bitch mad cause I’d rather get that money

I give her this dick she say that dick better than money

I say can I get some head she say lemme get my scrunchie

Serve her like a country

Got that dope dick she a junkie

She say Tunechi this yo pussy

I say tell me anything

Then I suck her nipple ring

Eat that pussy, Listerine

She comin’ I make sure

My bitch bad, she’ll take yours

And she do tricks on that dick like a skateboard

[Hook]

[French Montana]

I push the drop and let her ride shotty

My bitch bad lookin like a bag of mollies

Hit the crib make a porno

My diamonds flash like photos

500 on my auto

And I bought it out, fuck car note, haaa

Shawty know exactly who the realest be

Murder that arhh leave no witnesses

Started from the streets, turned to businesses

Dirty bag of money, stack it to where that ceiling is

[Black Cobain]

Rollin up some killer

Ridin’ through my city

Bumpin’ “Bag of Money” got a bag of money with me

She conceited, she know that, she was down with a nigga before rap

If I had the strap she would hold that

She don’t even smoke but she’ll roll that

For me she drinkin’ Henny, she don’t like it though

She fuck a real nigga cus that’s all she know

Make her pop that pussy ho

Make her bring that money back

You niggas couldn’t fuck my bitch if you gave her a hundred stacks

[Hook]

Maybach Music Group All Birds

[Intro: Rick Ross]

Walk with a real nigga

Self-made millionaire

What more could you ask for, huh?

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]

I’m a kamikaze in a Maserati

I’m a John Gotti, got my own army

Worth fifty million and it’s all on me

Fifty on my Rollie knowing yours phony

Last problem I had, a nigga head-shot him

Say the word on the street is that my man got him

If I wasn’t involved you wouldn’t hear about him

I got Lears and all – don’t need Aaliyah problems

May she rest her soul, I got a sleeping problem

All my CDs gold but the Visa darker

Bastard child but I got a fleet of cars

Double-M G this little thing of ours

Take it to the door, motherfucker, plea

Niggas layin’ on your crib while your momma sleep

Home-cooked meals for the real niggas

Hot Tec 9 for you little niggas

Want to shoplift? Come and boost this

We run the fucking game, nigga, truth is

Cargo pants and my red bottoms

Talking ’bout birds you know the boy got ’em

[Hook: French Montana]

No clothes in the closet, it’s all birds

No sneakers in the sneaker box, it’s all birds

No luggage in the trunk, man, it’s all birds

And I ain’t going back – I’m a ball first

[Verse 2: French Montana]

Anything you need know I get it cheap

My nigga Rozay makes millions while he can’t sleep

Cars European come and see the fleet

We’re commercial; come and see us if you need the street

I’m a bring it home nigga bet the bank

Sierra Leone all up in the link

‘Bout to double up, some Mason Betha shit

Huddle up, round table, King Arthur shit

Shorty ass fat, she can’t stand straight

Spent your down payment on my landscape

Niggas sideways like the Phantom door

Hundred round drum sound like round of applause

Slicker than a can of grease

Paid the state in the ice, hundred grand a piece

Coke, boy, I’ll be thirty for sure now

Coke damn near same price as dope now

[Hook]

Maybach Music Group Black Magic

[Rick Ross – Hook]

Poof! There go the car

Poof! There go the crib

Poof! A hundred mill

Woop, David Copperfield

David Copperfield, David Copperfield

Poof! There go the car

Poof! There go the crib

Poof! A hundred mill

Woop, David Copperfield

David Copperfield, David Copperfield

[Meek Mill]

Could you knock that hoe?

Could you blame that bitch?

Cause you wanna roll with a real nigga like me

Then go and slang that dick like hoe to a fiend

Fuck throat when I lean, take long on a purp

Mad hoe on the beam, still money over these hoes

Got YSL on my clothes, and blood drip on my sneakers

Nigga you hating on me, she chose

And I ain’t fuck your girl she role

My stick shift she drove did everything that she ‘pose

I pull my camera out and she posed

And I was like god damn, drop that, pop that

Got the top back, on a drop back, I’m back

In a glock, where the crotch at

I’m strapped where the rocks at?

Where the watch at? Stop that!

You can cop that? not that

I’m relaxin’ on my back

Dime sack I’m catchin’ on contact

Got racks, y’all niggas ain’t about that, about that life

[Rick Ross – Hook]

[Meek Mill]

Poof, niggas fuck your life

Fuck y’all niggas and fuck your wife

Got 2 bad bitches with a nigga

And they aint know they gonna fuck all night

And I rock hard white

Niggas wrist game pride

I pull up on the horse

And I’m sitting on fours

In a big boy drive

Call big boy shot

All clear stones in my big boy watch

All year long got the strip on lock

Everytime we in this bitch man she ain’t gonna pop

My hip on glock, your hip on nothing

My niggas got racks, your niggas be frontin’

Red Cartier, Red bone bitch, Red Bottoms on her

Hair long as shit, hold up

Yellow gold rub, yellow bone hoe

And yellow bottoms, its paid nigga

Whole cliques of made niggas

[Rick Ross – Hook]

Maybach Music Group Bout That Life

[Intro: Ric Flair]

It’s so hard for me to sit back here, in this studio,

Looking at a guy out here hollering my name

When last year I spent more money on spilt liquor

In bars from one side of this world to the other, than you made

You’re talking to the Rolex wearing, diamond ring wearing, kid stealing (WOO!)

Wheeling dealing, Limousine riding, Jet Flying, son of a gun

[Hook: Meek Mill & French Montana]

These pussy ass niggas

Ain’t bout that life, ain’t bout that life (you ain’t bout that life) [x8]

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]

Niggas wanna act loco? Who you with? numerous shots from the fo fo

Young nigga in the low low

Jumpin’ out the thing with a little bad bitch like YOLO

44 on my hip line, this time ain’t no joke

In the hood where there ain’t no hope

Now everybody ridin’ dirty like there ain’t no soap

Everybody get to rappin’ when there ain’t no coke

Where the money nigga

Cop 44 a bird where I live at

Probably get the whole load if you get it back

Fish scale when snapped rented rack

Little nigga you ain’t stuntin’ give that rental back, oh

I like fast cars, fast broads

And my last car was like a Nascar it go vroom, vroom

Then skrr, skrr before I blast off

She go up and down like NASA

Bike life on your bitch nigga

Pop a wheelie all in that pussy she switchin’ gears on this dick nigga

Still young, reckless, and rich nigga, yellow diamonds like piss nigga

Stones they glistening nigga, ya’ll suckas don’t do it like this nigga

[Hook: Meek Mill & French Montana]

[Verse 2: French Montana]

That nigga right there, that nigga right there,

Look at that nigga right there

That bitch right there, that bitch right there

Look at that bitch right there

You ain’t bout that life, you ain’t bout that

That price tag you ain’t bout that

That bitch you love we popped that

That shit talk you ain’t bout that

Don’t get caught in that traffic

Niggas ain’t bout that action

You can keep your chain

My niggas don’t want that plastic

Niggas talkin’ bout they got mill

Niggas talkin’ bout they got wheels

Niggas talkin bout they got skill

He alright, he not real

Got a little flow that’s cool with me

Got a little dough that’s cool with me

Got a little watch a little jewelry

Them Self Made niggas, Volume 3

That work get through like woo!

Shorty got that Ric Flair pussy like woo

[Hook: Meek Mill & French Montana]

[Verse 3: K Kutta]

I said ya’ll would but dope huntin yo business

When the cop pull up ya’ll niggas slippin

With the window rolled up

That choppa went to rippin

Choppa went to rippin

Ain’t no God, ain’t no peace

Yes yo body floatin in blood

Exposed to the skreek

I’m bout that life, I don’t play no games

That snitch shit lame

In the booth you know I’m flame

Ross put me in the game

MGB help you kick that bang, that molly game

MMG cut that check, bust a Rollie and a chain

Ya’ll niggas played like Reeve Rock

Coast to coast, top to top

Bad bitches suck the cock

In the crib or in the car

Pussy nigga hate guns, I’m a star

Pussy nigga hate like I’m a star

Pussy nigga whip like who you are?

Pussy niggas scared if around my car

[Hook: Meek Mill & French Montana]

[Verse 4: Torch]

You ain’t bout that life, you ain’t bout that yay

You ain’t never seen a brick roll down the whole trades

All I know is gotta play

Hit my nigga Gunplay and everytime broad day

I just stunt in that cage

Adding niggas front page

Keep going, ya’ll stay

I ain’t try aim everybody in that VIP

Catch a stray and I pull that drop

I done whipped that mazy, I done flipped that lolly

You ain’t seen a dead body?

I done earned my dope name

You see the niggas who shot a mane and they own blood

Had to wipe mama tears

She’s dreamin I’m dead but a nigga’s getting bread

My niggas beat the feds

They never seen the fall of my band

You ain’t bout that life, that life

Keep 100 shots in that pipe

200 my dash, 1000 grams of that white

Sky dweller my watch, 2 kilos my Cuban

Course I link my Cuban

You getting money then prove it nigga

Torch

[Hook: Meek Mill & French Montana]

[Verse 5: Iceberg]

When they shoot on sight and they sit on tight

But niggas who snipe with that big old fire

Nigga sit on down

You’s a goddamn joke, what you out there doing?

You won’t get yourself hurt, it’s not that movie

These guns really shootin and these badge really movin

I need them M’s and ya’ll niggas still playin

I’m tryna build my brand

Lil man can’t hear daddy got killed for a gram

What the fuck is you sayin?

I’m tryin to show off my bitches with black bongs

Nino Brown somebody baby mama

Fuck nigga keep talkin crazy

I’m a bag yo bitch and start claimin you doin that uh

All my work from across the border nigga

Woo!

If he a fuck nigga I’ll fuckin shoot him nigga

When we pull up hoes get star struck

This live house, MMG

I’m a teach you fuck niggas to boss up

[Verse 6: Diddy]

Man these niggas ain’t bout that life, naw

And this shit they talkin’ I got that twice

Bitch I’m Diddy ho fuck your advice

I said bitch I’m Diddy ho fuck your life

Ho shut your mouth when you in the presence of kings

I ball like LeBron but I got a couple more rings

I got love for all my hatin’ niggas I heard you said some things

You bitch niggas need love too I might take you under my wing

[Verse 7: Rick Ross]

Car expensive, jack a nigga

What they know? I head crack a nigga

Shots fired don’t ask a nigga

Gangsta got killed by a rappin’ nigga

I’m Michael Corleone

Scarface bitch I got it goin’ on

One time for all the feds watchin’

Get inside tips when your money long

Got big, my plan bigger

I’m a die tryna squeeze my damn trigger

Think when you touch that 50 m

Victory white, I got five of them

Pull up on the corner with shinin’ rims

Smiling like a nigga when he got a deal

Dying, always on my mind for real

Empire, always what I want to build

Maybach Music Group 600 Benz

[Rick Ross]

600 Benz, house 600 grand

That was 6 years ago, whips come from Japan

I get that work from my face

I get that work from my face

[Wale]

600 Benz, Condo 600 grand

I got 12 hundred kicks them straight from Japan

My ambition is wicked I put that shit on my hands

[Rick Ross]

I get that work from my face

[Wale]

I put that shit from my man

[Wale]

Wale, real nigga, while I tote a blow and bomb haze?

I just tell CJ keep on rollin’ thats my shorty

Tinted out, you aint seeing through

All black everything, this shit like a HBCU

Maybach music, major moves

I’m saving major loot

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

One whip just aint enough, I just seen 33

You only half a W without a second V

Gotta be dreamin, gotta be chosen

Shawty when I was 20 I had to carry a token

But now I’m ok, I got my shit together

Rozay told me keep on working, shawty you’ll be rich forever, ever

Forever my endeavours and I sever my opponents

I’m cold like its in Denver

The dilemma is, you think I got no conscience

You think I just here flossing or ? shit about ?

[Rick Ross]

600 Benz, house 600 grand

That was 6 years ago, whips come from Japan

I get that work from my face

I get that work from my face

[Wale]

600 Benz, Condo 600 grand

I got 12 hundred kicks them straight from Japan

My ambition is wicked I put that shit on my hands

[Rick Ross]

I get that work from my face

[Wale]

I put that shit from my man

[Jadakiss]

Dependin’ on how I feel, either the coupe or sedan

I’m only dealin’ with you, nothing to do with your man

Ruin your plans, it’s best to do what you can

I’m up to 600 bricks, started with 200 grams

Hand to hand in the cold

Pockets on hella swole

I was breaking ‘em down, now I’m selling ‘em whole

Work straight out the kitchen

Aint no competition

You just shut up and listen and you can complete the mission

Know you want me to fall

I don’t do nothing but ball

You heard I was in jail, but I just came form the mall

I’m on my way to the jeweller bout to cop me a mula

Keep the digital ruler, at arms length of the ruger

Life’s a bitch and I feel her

Aint nobody iller, ? Godzilla

Catch me blowing vanilla’s

Used to be blood money now it’s go hard scrilla

After I count it all up, I’ma go to the dealer and get a…

[Rick Ross]

600 Benz, house 600 grand

That was 6 years ago, whips come from Japan

I get that work from my face

I get that work from my face

[Wale]

600 Benz, Condo 600 grand

I got 12 hundred kicks them straight from Japan

My ambition is wicked I put that shit on my hands

[Rick Ross]

I get that work from my face

[Wale]

I put that shit from my man

[Wale]

Hope you heard that intro

This that I been grinding cause I’ve been saving for that benz flow

So mash on them petty badges

Tell em’ ? but they never gon catch us

If I am pulled over, I know they gon be on it

Cause it’s hot in here and I got no L like the ’72 Dolphins

Woooh, race my nigga, and I bet you never pass me like a (free) safety, nigga

I’m Polamalu, 600 the newest model

My newest motto to use a condom with newest models

Uhh, got a hundred on the dash uh

Ya aint killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

I’m a rare one, camo’s and some rare ones

where I’m from a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

Dropping hundreds like it aint nothing

Really it was but you know I never sayin’ nothing

Maybach Music Group Bag Of Money

{M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-Maybach Music}

[Intro: Rick Ross (T-Pain)]

Money over everythang (Yeaaah-ee)

Self made, but right now shawty (Ey-ey-ey-ey-ei-ee)

You lookin like money (yea!)

I’m talkin ’bout real money, huh!

(Yeah-EAH!)

[Chorus: Rick Ross (T-Pain)]

My bitch bad, lookin like a bag of money (Ohh-oh-ooh-woooo-ooh-ooooooooh)

That bitch bad, lookin like a bag of money (Yea-ea-ea-ey-ei-ee)

I go and get it and I let her count it for me (Hey-ey-eh-ey-ei-ee)

I fuck her good and she always ride it for me (Ooooh, she bad)

My bitch bad, lookin like a bag of money (She bad bad bad, she bad bad bad)

That bitch bad, lookin like a bag of money (She bad bad bad, she bad ohh-oh-ooh-wooo-ooh)

I go and get it and I let her count it for me (Ohh-oh-ooh-woooo-ooh)

I fuck her good and she always ride it for me (Oooh, she ride it for me)

[Interlude: Rick Ross (T-Pain)]

She got me caught up in the moment (She got me caught up in the mo-MENT!)

She got me cuaght up in the moment (She got me caught up in the moment)

I only kiss her when she on it (Ooh, when she on it)

Fuck her good, make her call me in the morning (Oooh, ooh, whoo)

[Chorus]

[Wale]

Temporary forever (word), levitate witta nigga (word)

I could tease you ’til you hate me, bet you hate them naval kisses (nah)

We can do like eight positions (uh), hit it til yo’ make-up missin (uh-huh)

Baby girl my stroke official, and you know I paint that picture

Hoes on my line (Word up!), most of ’em 9s (Word up!)

Couple of ’em dimes, but all my hoes is hard to find

And I ain’t always on the prowl, it’s just my soda mixed with brown

Got me quite open for a while, so let me in or let me out

And I like my marijuana bright, and I like my window tinted out

Shout out them strippers who hustle – get yours, you know what this about

I just might throw a big amount, don’t know if I’m ‘posed to take you out

I just know I’m ‘posed to praise you up, don’t mean I ain’t ‘posed to take you down

Word up!

[Chorus]

[Meek Mill]

My bitch bad lookin like a bag of money

E’ry time she fuck me she say “Can I have some money?”

And I say, “Can I get a threesome?”, she say “Boy, you funny”

But I be like, “F’real, just pick up that phone, call up one of your girls”

When I’m on that pill and I pop dat purr — girl, I put in that work

Long as she come to me first, it’s fourteen racks what I put on that purse

Shit that Birkin bag, make the old dude mad, when I murk through pass in a dark blue Jag

Say she like my style, but I talk too fast, and I got that drive, and she just might crash

Hold up! She say she fuckin with me the long way (long way)

She gon’ ride this dick, I had a long day (long day)

Nigga look at my bitch, you lookin the wrong way

Somethin mean, look exactly just like the song say

[Chorus + Interlude]

{M-M-Maybach Music}

Maybach Music Group Black Grammys

[Intro:]

If Michael Jackson was alive right now

He would want us to smoke one for him

Double M, Self Made 3, let’s go

[Interlude: Wale]

Folarin in this ma’fucka

I’m just talking to you ma’fuckas

If I don’t make you niggas proud

Then this should never be allowed

[Verse 1: Wale]

Misunderstood, just over heads

Just in your ears, although you deaf

Killing my fitteds with no intent, I grew ’em better

Like I’m under a goal post, I’m too official

Extra point nigga, I forever kick it

As far as lyrics I’m quite content with celibate living

Lyrically unfuckwittable with these syllables

And fuck your syllabi, lil nigga been to school

The realest dude in the room in my groove

And all my women come frequently as the summer’s moon

Keep talking ’bout ambition shit

Brown women, brown liquor, I’m innocent

And all these bitches don’t know which body part they gon’ pick

Invite them to my mind but they end up on my dick

Reminiscing upon my man Slick

We from the jungle, the grimiest animal a pig

Assalamu alaykum though, try to hit the Jummah

Muhammed said you faking, though

Somebody said “you winning, why BOA pray so much?”

I said “you tripping, such winners make niggas pray on us”

Dreams fulfilling they ain’t capable of

As I renovate a model but do raise up your cup

Tell them niggas we never giving up

And never lose us on this never ending revenue hunt

[Interlude: Wale]

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]

Uh, I did it for my family

I’m a take my mama to the Grammy’s

And shoutout everybody that ever said that I can’t be

And show her everything that she taught done came in handy

Yeah, everything fine and dandy

Hurricane flow, dropped my album it was Sandy

On another level so they couldn’t understand me

I guess I gotta take what I want like Meyer Lansky

Shore is ’bout to get back, put your feet up and sit back

Barely went gold but I got money just like I went plat

You get that? Look like I went diamond where my wrist at

I eat a nigga first four bars without a Kit Kat, pause

Let me get that, oh, how you get that far

Cause when I ran out of gas I had to push that car

And when I ran out of cash I had to push that hard

Like Chris Paul when he push that ball, you dig?

I ain’t even used to look that far, you dig?

I learned to hustle when I took that loss, I did

18 when I took that charge

Time to retire old niggas like they did Brett Favre, you dig?

New flows and new hoes

Now I’m switching Ferrari’s just like I do clothes

I run a business my nigga, I don’t just do shows

I don’t just rhyme nigga, all I know is grind nigga

[Verse 3: Rockie Fresh]

I’m looking at the plan like this shit might work

But if it don’t work then this shit might hurt

We made first and goal now we gotta convert

Gotta get a couple mill, then go for dessert

I’m tryna break the bank, I ain’t breaking the news

That negative attention be the reason we lose

Instead of paying bills niggas wanna buy shoes

If it’s money over bitches, is it that hard to choose?

Give these fuck niggas some fame

9 times out of 10 they wouldn’t even sustain

You can tear they ass apart and let the pussy remain

Until the industry fuck ’em and then they no one again

I always been me, I was never ashamed

I understand that no man’s path is the same

And when you not lying you’re even harder to tame

If you ever tell the truth then you free in the game

Nigga don’t be a statistic

How your main bitch sending me pictures?

Feeling futuristic might buy me a Fisker

Or a time machine to make the process quicker

I ain’t with the waiting but I stay patient

I take work trips, I don’t take vacations

I’m headed to the top where I stay stationed

Yeah nigga, I stay stationed

And I ain’t with the drama, don’t look back for that

The flow got more crack than the trap you at

I’m done with bitter bitches, it’s a wrap for that

If your a angry bird, it’s an app for that

I waited for a minute for this plan to hatch

And now I’m back with a brand new batch

Yeah, and it feel good when it go like that

I spend quick and make the dough right back

[Verse 4: J. Cole]

This verse never before rehearsed, it was wrote on site

To slit a nigga throat on sight

Took a whole lot of punches like the Cotto fight

Cole world, zip your coat up tight

I put your soul on nice

Illiterate, the boy don’t write

Never met a beat that the flow don’t like, it’s cold

Young CO, L.E. call me Neo

And If I ain’t the one I’m the prototype

Insane how I rhyme

All I do is brainstorm then I rain down lines

Shame y’all lying, me I’m the truth

Dog eat dog world nigga we on the loose

Niggas don’t wanna hang, I’m the tree, I’m the noose

You lil pups couldn’t pee on my roots

Touch the beat, oh, I could be a masseuse

Thoughts black, I should be in The Roots

While y’all foulin’, me I just shoot

Fallon, Jimmy, nigga

Ask for it nice, now it’s gimmie nigga

Once poor now it’s plenty, nigga

Still want more, no Demi, nigga

Serve niggas quick like Denny’s

Got penny’s for my thoughts, now look what I done bought

Did the most with what I was taught

A Carolina nigga bound to be the greatest is a helluva start

It’s Cole… World… nigga