B Boy(feat. Big Sean & A$AP Ferg) (Explicit) - Meek Mill/Big Sean/A$AP Ferg

All that a*s Lord have mercy

All that champagne these *****es thirsty

Verserchy no hold up I meant Versace

I prolly pull up Roberto over Cavalli

Puffin' on Cali prolly out in the valley

Sippin' on something drowsey

*****es twerkin' like Miley

Twerk twerk for a real n***a sellin' work

Promise I won't tell a word

I been on that trill **** way back

North Philly n***a but I'm laid back

Get shot in your head drivin' your Maybach

Homey D Clown know I don't play that

Sippin' dirty riding dirty

I say hi to thirty

Call your dog

I call my dawg and he'll buy a birdy

Try to school me

I'm getting out here early

D**e dealer Puma life

Back of this soccer jersey

Mink draggin' tell PETA I'm swaggin'

All these karats like

I'm tryna lure in a rabbit

Just to put it on my jacket

What you doin' I'm doin' fashion

Okay I walk with a limp

And I talk with a slur

I might wear every single chain

And mix it up with my fur

I might get every single drink

And mix it up til' I blur

I tell the ***** get on my lap

But don't you get on my nerves

I need that bag full of green like

I lawn mow it

John Doe and all Sean Doe it

And I keep it G yeah I ground floor it

And I'm pound blowin'

If her p***y good then

I might one two three round four it

Got her down for it

Yeah n***a overthink never under stress

Yeah I understand your girl over

I'm so unimpressed

Yeah and she tryna **** me raw unprotect

But if I don't have that rubber on it

I feel underdressed

Yeah and I got money bags under

My eyes ho 'cause I ain't sleep

They all Goyard too 'cause I ain't cheap

Finally Famous Aura Gold is my I-N-C

And I put everything in motion like I-N-G

And when we flyin' private

You could bring the gun on with us

I got this freak to 3rd base

She tryna run home with us

And I got comma on comma on

Comma on comma on comma

And I ain't talking about no run on sentence

Yeah n***a hot headed so

I need that Chings Chili

Put my P up on her head like

That ***** is reppin' Philly

And I wheelie in that

P***y like my n***a Meek Milly

On my way to meet millis

Lawyer drafting up the deep deep dealies

I got rich decided that ain't rich enough

When I did it big *****

I decided that ain't big enough

Dead Pres who you diggin up

Who that n***a that you hating on

But just can't get enough

**** the jig is up little *****

When

I made off scheming on n***as' payoff

I never take a day off

Your stash is short like Adolf Hitler

You should lay off on the gangsta talk

'Cause you're fake dog

You never pushed no yay dawg ain't see no

Keys like Ray Charles

Me and Meek in the Maybach we get

Wale and take off

We got your ***** in a big house

She walk in hype like Hey Ross

Get money Dreamchasers

We ballin' hard like the Lakers

You ballin' Nah you

A faker you prolly catchin' a fader

I'm at your house on the hill

I ****ed your girl and your neighbor

You thinkin' Khloe don't know me

I'm in the car dashin' haters

I'm in the Kardashian get it

I'm lyin' can't I pretend

They say fake it 'til you make

It well let the fakin' begin

I got a ***** with fake titties

Fake a*s she all in the Benz

Them titties'll prolly fall like

A ball when she bends

My n***as from Harlem

And Philly all get it in

Your ***** come around and

We ****in' her and her friends

Get money Dreamchasers

We ballin' hard like the Lakers

You ballin' Nah you a faker

You prolly catchin' a fader

Come get with the Dreamchasers

We ballin' hard like the Lakers

You ballin' Nah you a faker

You prolly catchin' a fader

I'm at your house on the hill

I ****ed your girl and your neighbor

I'm at your house on the hill

I ****ed your girl and your neighbor

I'm at your house on the hill

I ****ed your girl and your neighbor

I'm at your house on the hill

I ****ed your girl and your neighbor

What she do

She just put heart eyes under my pic n***a

That's my ***** n***a

Bought her a first class ticket

To put the dick in her