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[Intro]

P-P-Papamitrou, boy


[Chorus: Meek Mill]

Fresh out the trap and they know how I carry it

I fell in love with the game and I married it

200 thou' for the walk on a Saturday

I threw the wrap on the Phantom, it's matte today

Pushin' that bitch through the 'jects like a chariot

Diamonds on diamonds, they comin' in various

I gave that bitch $20,000 for charity

Counted me out and I'm back, and I'm havin' it, ayy


[Verse 1: Calboy]

I'm from the trenches where I had to get it

I'm so used to trappin', I get it and flip it

I know that you be actin', I know you ain't with it

Bro, throw me the package, I wrap it and flip it

They say I got money so I'm actin' different

Get it by my lonely, so I never listen

Stay callin' my phone, this lil' bitch, she trippin'

Just leave me alone, I'm handlin' business

Work hard, I gotta get it (I gotta get it)

Trap hard, we in the kitchen

Diamonds so cold, light even bend

And my niggas don't fold, they never bendin'

Took a loss, but shit happens, I get it

With the bosses, I'm payin' attention

Told that bitch I ain't wastin' no time

So, no, I can't wait, not a minute

And I pray to the Lord for better days

I'm flexin' hard like a heavyweight

Spent some racks and I bust down the bezel face

Got this .30 on me, make 'em run away, yeah

Bitch, I'm gettin' paid

I was in the trap whippin' shit like a slave

Can't put trust in these bitches, these bitches changed

On the block with them niggas, was goin' insane, yeah

I ain't come to play

Can't fuck with lil' shawty, she in the way (You in the way)

No time to waste

Gotta get to this money, I'm runnin' late, yeah (I'm runnin' late)

Better keep a K

Boy, these bullets get drawn like anime

I'ma hop in that foreign and do the race

Yeah, I got the Bentley, Meek got the Wraith, yeah



[Chorus: Meek Mill]

Fresh out the trap and they know how I carry it

I fell in love with the game and I married it

200 thou' for the walk on a Saturday

I threw the wrap on the Phantom, it's matte today

Pushin' that bitch through the 'jects like a chariot

Diamonds on diamonds, they comin' in various

I gave that bitch $20,000 for charity

Counted me out and I'm back, and I'm havin' it, ayy


[Verse 2: Young Thug]

Woo, ayy

Fuck on a private jet

Then he hop in his 'Gatti with a jet motor (Rrt)

Ayy, I just had bought out the plug

I got enough drugs to never be sober, yeah

I can't hop in with a scrub

I don't carry dubs in none of my clothin', yeah

I told this bitch to cool off

She was overexcited 'bout my golds, yeah, uh (Woo)

Choke on the beans, I'm fuckin' her friend

They doin' my chores, yeah

He fresh out the can and I gave him a wifey

Nigga, that's yours, yeah (No cap)

I sleep with a K and a couple grenades

I'm ready for war, yeah

Nipsey blue Range Rover SVR

Racks in the safe, I stack it like Lays

My diamonds all colors like a gay parade (Woo)

Go on your bitch, I could've just laid

But I alley-oop'd to my homie, he ate (He just scored)

I cooked that fishscale, he slimed out the plate

Got 52 watches and I still come in late

You a sassy bitch, but I don't go on dates

Diamonds canary, stone lemon cakes

Show me attention when I'm in your city

I'm so used to fuckin' on all of your bitches

They wanna fuck us and they know that we pimpin'

Giuseppe Zanotti, I cop by the 50, yeah

I work the backstreets in all of the cities

Yes, I paid for her thighs, lips, ass, and her titties, yeah

Skydweller get wet as Pacific

I ain't sold a drug, but my wrist on the chicken, yeah (Woo, woo)



[Chorus: Meek Mill & Lil Durk]

Fresh out the trap and they know how I carry it

I fell in love with the game and I married it

200 thou' for the walk on a Saturday

I threw the wrap on the Phantom, it's matte today

Pushin' that bitch through the 'jects like a chariot

Diamonds on diamonds, they comin' in various

I gave that bitch $20,000 for charity (Yeah, yeah)

Counted me out and I'm back, and I'm havin' it, ayy (Yeah, yeah)


[Verse 3: Lil Durk]

Look at my clarity, my diamonds is serious

I got out of jail and I fucked on her period

I know they racist, Gucci interior

Came from a corner to ownin' my cereal

Meek, we don't need a stylist

Percs, weed, even my balance

Alexander McQueen Margielas (Yeah)

I kill in the streets, you tellin' (Skrrt)

Don't run, don't run

Make it home to my son (To my son)

I be with killers who kill other killers

I'm hangin' with Von

You'd rather buy the bitches back

I'd rather give a new house to my mom

Some niggas rather pray to the Bible

When I converted, I pray with my palms

See, keepin' my Glock when I'm in the field (Gang)

Hop in the Track and I burn out the wheels (Skrrt)

I fuck with the gangsters, don't fuck with my peers

Fresh out of Jeffrey's, I hop on the Lear

Grippin' that .40, not talkin' a beer

Flawless the diamonds, I boog out the ear

Bentley do wheelies, I pop it in gear

Eight in my cup when I'm walkin' through, clear

Mm-mm-mm-mm, this lifestyle

Man, that X is fuckin' my pupil

Just turn these lights down

I'm just a wild, wild boy

Chopper ridin' 'round for him

I need my mils like Meek

I'm a thug like Thug and Cal, Calboy



[Chorus: Meek Mill & Lil Durk]

Fresh out the trap and they know how I carry it (Trappin')

I fell in love with the game and I married it (Trappin')

200 thou' for the walk on a Saturday (Uh)

I threw the wrap on the Phantom, it's matte today (Oh)

Pushin' that bitch through the 'jects like a chariot (Yeah)

Diamonds on diamonds, they comin' in various (Clear)

I gave that bitch $20,000 for charity (Gave the bitch)

Counted me out and I'm back, and I'm havin' it, ayy (Uh oh)


[Outro: Lil Durk]

Mm-mm, uh oh

Mm-mm, uh oh

Mm-mm, uh oh 

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