Uh, six hundred racks in a duffel, you either you with us or you ain't You ain't, it's fuck you We came in this bitch two Glocks, four pounds, and a ten So we ain't gonna rumble You get some money, they love you As soon as you lose it, them hoes don't want you Please Nigga ran through the money, got way more humble Ten to a twenty, I'm makin' it double A ten on ya homie, I think he in trouble Bro seen me make like ten Ms and he ain't get one 'Cause he ain't wanna hustle I almost put a bird on a bitch ass rap nigga Shh, but I ain't wanna fumble Niggas know how I'm layin', Glock 10s, FNs 63s, new Benz Fuckin' her sis, I'm hittin' two twins Better believe it, I run up this cash I give bro and them like two Ms She fuck good, she gettin' a bag I call Kim K, get her some SKIMS, yeah Boss shit, niggas thinkin' I lost it Made it out of my hardships Tall bitch throw it back and she toss it Knock it out of the park shit Dog shit, I been poppin' that dog shit On some raisin' the bar shit Car shit, brrp, you and your dog hit Talkin' A and that R shit One mill', two mill', three mill', four I had that when I came in the door I was still crack way back '04 I was still sharp way back for sure She wanna fuck for them racks for sure He wanna kill for them racks for sure I'm puttin' everybody out that want war You'll eat, I'll kill young bull I'm on that Berks Street, Diamond, Susqu, trap street Yeah, the real up North Walk through the valley, shadow of death You try me, I'll get you killed up North I bought the Spectre, that shit like electric I gave it to Khi, it's still out North Right on the block, it's still out North I'm up top, got hittas out Newark Uh, six hundred racks in a duffel, you either you with us or you ain't You ain't, it's fuck you We came in this bitch two Glocks, four pounds, and a ten So we ain't gonna rumble You get some money, they love you As soon as you lose it, them hoes don't want you Please I'm doin' this shit with ease (let's go) She a lil hood bitch, mean as fuck For me, she get on them knees (let's go) Real hood nigga I'm rockin' a Patek This shit like three hundred Ps (ah) Bro and them pushin' that weed Goin' live on nigga real quick like Speed Ya dig? Too much motion I went Cullinan, follow the Ghosts (all in the back) Niggas ain't havin' the way that we havin' They get on some ho shit Run up them rackeys, niggas turn into actors And get on some broke shit She caught the wave and surfed it Lambo yacht real fast in the ocean Bend through ya block on a big boy, coastin' On 12, what the hell? Get paid, fuck jail G43, this bitch tuck well She get paid to play with that water I'm eatin' her out, this bitch upscale She fuck well and stay to herself Oh, behave, go get her Chanel Nigga, I'm made, I'll sit in a cell Before I tell and sit in a cell So many nights they ain't give me no bail We was all locked up sittin' in jail Now Dubai on a yacht, we sail Arabic dime don't know Meek Mill I just told her my name Rihmeek Ten Rolls-Royce comin' through like a Sheik Chase it, chase it, chase it, chase it Uh, six hundred racks in a duffel, you either you with us or you ain't You ain't, it's fuck you We came in this bitch two Glocks, four pounds, and a ten So we ain't gonna rumble You get some money, they love you As soon as you lose it, them hoes don't want you Please