Me(FWM)(feat. A$AP Ferg) - Meek Mill/A$AP Ferg

Lyrics by：Robert Williams/Darold Brown/Matthew Samuels/Stephanie Martin/Todd Anthony Shaw/Jonathan Smith/Sammie Norris

Flew her out on the first flight

Got that p***y the first night

N***as say it's war then it's on sight gang gang brrt

Walk in this ***** with all this ice

I could've came through in a

'Rari but hit the hood on my dirt bike yeah man

Countin' these bands up been ****in'

My hands up **** it up

I was in paris I pay for the drill

Hit your mans up brrt

Big glock 40 on the hipline

Hold my pants up hold it up

She was confused like

How you the goat in a lamb' truck

She like what

****in' this tall ***** from the back say

Stand up woo

Then put your mother ****in' face down a*s up

N***a been rich too long for makin' these

Songs my n***a it's past luck

****in' this ***** too long she offered

A threesome and I just passed up

She wanna go in the 'rari too small

I wanna rip in the wraith let's go

I wanna look at the stars stars like

I was hittin' in space yeah

N***a how you grt back home how he get back

Take a look at his case check him out

Said her period's on what happened

I put it on her face

N***as ain't ****in' with me you n***as

Ain't ****in' with me yeah yeah harlem

N***as ain't ****in' with me n***as

Ain't ****in' with me meek mill what up

Twenty bad ***** es goin' up with the

Gang they ****in' for free ooh ooh

You call her phone I call her phone

She comin' to me yeah

Got a boss ***** dominican

Slim with the buns cinnamon

Friend got the cake like entenmann's

East coast ***** in timberlands yeah

Dip with the set like killa cam

Hop on a jet and we get a tan

Like mortal kombat when

She throw it back her friends like

Finish him right

Run up gon' flex huh

It look like I'm looting in my closet with the baguettes huh

I just hit will up with a deposit

Yeah fill up my neck huh

Lookin' like light bugs sittin' on my collar right

We been stressed huh pull up with a mink

Look like I am chewbacca

Blocka-blocka turned to shottas

If them coppers try to pop us ferg

Then go sit at John and vinny's

Have some pasta with some mobsters yeah

Swervin' through philly I'm hangin' with billies

And nobody really can stop us woo

Bia bia we throw dollars got your

Bia p***y poppin' like

Bia bia why you actin' like a ho

Like a ho

Bia bia why you actin' like a ho

Like a ho

Bia bia get yo' eyes up off my dough

Off my dough

Bia bia get yo' eyes up off my dough

Off my dough that's right

N***as ain't ****in' with me

You n***as ain't ****in' with me

N***as ain't ****in'

N***as ain't ****in' with me

Twenty bad ***** es goin' up

With the gang they ****in' for free ****in' for free

You call her phone I call her phone

She comin' to me

Bia bia

Vad from the projects her name tia

Head was good the best on earth like russ and bia

N***a asked me did I see her but I ain't see her

But I did 'cause she was tucked in the fahina

Spanish ***** es goin' up like la marina

She a hot girl and I'm hot too jalapeño

We sell work and she wan' work 'cause she a pinger

We gon' serve that lil' *****

Gang gang gang gang gang

Gang gang gang gang gang