Raw - Meek Mill

I asked my little bitch if she seen a brick and she said no

I told that little bitch look at my wrist and she said oh

You on some bullshit, with that point like Eric Snow

My nigga B move them O’s like he playing tic tac toe

Now and we both going in, like a got a curfew

You don’t get no money, paper shorter than commercial

Let me hear you niggas plotting on me, I’m a murk you

Have my goons at your crib every day like Urkel

One day I go fuck a bitch, then I be like fuck a bitch

Have her try to bust my windows out like

Cause I got another bitch and she even badder

Looking like Beyonce, but that don’t even matter

Cause I ball hard, I play for team Louie

They whole clique suck my dick, that’s team chewy

Rocks in the Bezel, all husky face blew it

Since a lil' nigga used to talk that shit like Stewie

Who he, Louie had Louis chicks, Louis shirts, Louis belt

Walked up in the Louis store and tell 'em I want the shelf

Buy the whole mannequin, niggas and they shenanigans

Go get 'em sent to Hahnemann, shoot 'em like we gambling

Once I trade these handguns, I’m trying to be my grandson

I’m having million dollar dreams

And hundred dollar nightmares thinking 'bout the cream

Ok, black apollo, black rims, black tims, black ice

All black everything, flowing through the back night

Black flooded rollie on, looking like a flashlight

Tryna get that black car money bitch cash life