Hard in Da Paint - Meek Mill

Composer：Meek Mill

Ay Rug

See these n**gas already know what it is with me

Did no I go hard in the paint

Hard

We ain't got to talk about that

Hahha

Philly in this b**ch heard that

Rollie on my wrist brighter than my future is

Shorty standing there a** fatter than Rasputia is

I play for the dream team hang out with the coolest kids

Watch out for my Louie belt

'Cause that's right where my Ruger is

I go hard in the muthaf**kin' paint n**ga

Leave you stankin' n**ga what

The f**k you thinkin' n**ga

Five presidents on that presidential Lincoln n**ga

Gold presidential out the window middle finger n**ga

F**k 'em all f**k 'em that's how I feel

How I feel

Sh*tting on these n**gas without a deal

Without a deal

My money right right I'm super strapped strapped

Talking all that hammer sh*t where your toolie at

Where your toolie

Ask around the town town we be doing that

Yeah

All that white and sour diesel we be moving that

That's word to my thirty six O's

I'm still the same n**ga with the thirty six flow

In thirty days I'm trying to f**k thirty rich hoes

I'll still be spitting that

Flamerz like thirty six stoves woah

North side 'til the death of me definitely

Camero with the black stripe referee preferably

I be feeling myself and I ain't on no Ecstasy

But the groupies is and you

Can tell by how they molested me

Haaa

She gon' suck my dick she gon' suck it too

She gon' f**k omelly and she gon' f**k the crew

Now she f**k with me she don't f**k with you

And that's crazy dawg you know that was your f**king boo

Haaaa

That's the reason why you hating

Let the streets say what they want because I'm caking

Shout out to all of the n**gas that

Thought that I wouldn't make it

They the fakest ones hating while I was in the basement

Were get in a

Where I'm from getting money be the object

I get mine putting fire to the pyrex

F**k a diss track I bring it to you direct

I kill you then the witness die next

44 bulldog is a 5x

You never progress if you only side bet

I'm trying to kill two birds with one stone

I just grabbed two birds but one gone

I supply it well that's my clientele

I fire shells if any one of my clients tell

Tell tell tell

They say is a long line to hell

But I'm a either get

Rich or I'm a die in jail

Until then I'm only trying to gain revenue

Razor blade in a plate full of residue

96 Impala is heaven blue

Being broke like you is what I'll never do

Purple juice and them Xans got me sleep walking

She say n**gas like me she don't see often

And I don't care if he shot I just keep sparking

I make n**gas throw towels and make peace offerings

I got two baby mommas and we don't speak often

I just give them bank rolls and tell them keep walking

I just show a b**ch money I don't keep talking

Then she slob on my knob like she retarded

Sour D 4 grams stuffed in the Dutch

Fifty grand rubber band tucked in the cut

Two b**ches four hands touching my nuts

Then I give them long dick touching their gut

If money is the topic I get it like floyd

I be O G moving grams of the

If I don't know n**gas my hand on toy

'Cause I'm a f**king shooter Brandon Roy

My n**ga cass got the bent I need the 550

Only blow good smoke the L's 550

You not a real connect if you can't supply fifty

My cousin nas get half 'cause he'll die with me

O B H be the set and we gon' get ours'

A couple n**gas got shot trying to take ours

I was in the crack house with eight vowels

You was like eminem off of eight mile

In your shitty house writing rap songs

I use to run in n**gas house with the mac on

I guess you only need one mic like Nas

I'll take a full pound in a white pie

Glock 30 compact that's the right size

That is were on the stove watch the white rise

I'm talking brick sales get your order up

I dry cook mine I don't like it watered up up

If you should a back us setting food a clor enough

That gun as more a clip

Hang right for enough