When I say weakass, you say bitch Weakass bitch, weakass bitch I don't want no basic bitches, basic bitches I don't want no basic bitches, wait a minute motherfucker
[Hook - Meek Mill:] Rap niggas be talkin' hard Talkin' shit till we pull your card Take your chain, beat you up Fuck your bitch, clean you up My niggas wylin', we wylin', we wylin', wylin' My niggas wylin', we wylin', we wylin', wylin' My niggas wylin', we wylin', we wylin', wylin'
[Meek Mill:] I don't want no basic bitches She ain't never fuck with a rich nigga She told me that her ex was a bitch nigga So I told her put me on the 'Gram though Just to flex on that nigga with some real killers And now he on my line talkin' reckless I'm thinkin', should I slide or should I check him? But I ain't goin' to war about no pussy though But if you tryna you get wet then Runnin' with my niggas on the low-low We in the south side, talkin' mafioso I be really outside, bustin' with my four-four Right there on the south side, watching for the po-po Sharper than a motherfucker We gettin' money like a motherfucker She suckin' dick for Red Bottoms You bet some bitches call 'em bloodsuckers Get it?
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[Quavo:] I know exactly what Meek talkin' bout I took your basic ass ho and then I nut on her mouth Broke niggas you can stand to the left Rich niggas to the right with their pistols out Playin' with a cat, got her whiskers out Got 'Rari's and Bentleys, and Fiskers out Hold up, what the fuck this nigga talkin' bout? Yo, Takeoff, pull the Mac-11 out Young niggas wylin', 12 o'clock on a Friday Pull up like Big Worm, I want my money Friday And you can have your basic bitches Because my hoes' siddity with fat ass and titties
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[Takeoff:] Takeoff, I make the work disappear like a magician Take that envy then stand in the kitchen, whip me up a chicken I beat that pot like a chemist, money bat-bat like it's tennis And free my niggas in penitentiaries, they locked in the system I pray the Lord is my witness, nigga, I'm stackin' them benjis Ever since they killed Pistol Pete my nigga, I turned to a menace And all these diamonds around my neck, I put on two of them chinchillas Drop my top in the winter, cash out at the Beverly Center Go to my jeweler out in Cuba, get diamonds below temperature Double cup my muddy trouble, I'm an Actavis citizen Bitches run around the lobby, boot 'em up, but no Timberlands Your bitch pull up to my trap with no car Like football she get penalties
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