DC, unos, dos, tres, cuatro Free El Chapo! Fuck your bitch, get a bag from her, then I never call her Now she trippin', goin' crazy, nigga tell her let up off us OGs see me comin' through and they say, "That's a baller" That's that nigga really started from the bottom really in that order Make a call, bring them plans down Smokin' loud like surround sound Niggas wanna come around now 'Cause they know that Meek Milly got the crown now Put my mask on, put the crown down Tell 'em turn up When it come to action, niggas ride with me Screamin' murder Niggas fallin' off, bitches fallin' through Callin' plays like an audible Get that money, what you oughta do Need a plug? I can make a call or two Put you on, nigga, put you on, I can put you on What you doin', nigga, what you doin', nigga, what you doin'? Get the bag but I'm way triller You around 'cause you paid niggas In the dark really spray niggas When we run into you, we ain't playin' with you Meek put a rapper on CNN Niggas said I wouldn't eat again I just counted 5 mil' in cash I'm a real nigga they won't see again Pray to my God we don't go to the feds We don't go to the feds I pray all that money don't go to my head Don't go to my head I pray on my Glock when I'm goin' to bed When I'm goin' to bed Now pray for the suckas that wanted me dead 'Cause all of 'em dead! Fuck 'em People locked me, put them chains on me Wonder why I got these chains on me Audemars, I got a Range on me Shit a hundred thousand ain't a thing to me What's your range, homie? This another level Flood the Rollie, get another bezel She don't dig me, get another shovel Go and get the money, we don't ever settle Went to jail, came back home, then I got rich, damn Went to jail again, then I came home then I got Nick, damn Niggas prayin' that I go to jail again so they can pop shit, damn Only trap nigga doin' real numbers spittin' hot shit Niggas hatin' 'cause my numbers down, what'd you do, 50? 20 somethin', I did 250 MAC 11 hit you 20 times, now you Harlem Shaking like you Diddy Pop niggas spittin' melodies when it's really nothin' they can do with me Ballin' on 'em ain't new to me, fuckin' bitches ain't new to me Summers, summers 10 summers I've been at the tempo like I'm Mustard At the Grammys with the hustlers With the trappers, you a busta Spillin' lean on the red carpet Phone tapped, I hear the feds talkin' Still trappin' out the bando Moonwalkin' on that damn marble Ballin', ballin', ballin', ballin', ballin' Ballin' on 'em like I'm James Harden I don't drive it if it ain't foreign I don't fuck it if it ain't foreign Still eatin' and I ain't tourin', nigga gettin' it Got that ladder with me with the 33, I'm Scottie Pippen it Pray to my God we don't go to the feds We don't go to the feds I pray all that money don't go to my head Don't go to my head I pray on my Glock when I'm goin' to bed When I'm goin' to bed Now pray for the suckas that wanted me dead 'Cause all of 'em dead! Fuck 'em Ballin', ballin', ballin', ballin', ballin' Ballin' on 'em like I'm James Harden I don't drive it if it ain't foreign I don't fuck it if it ain't foreign Still eatin' and I ain't tourin', nigga gettin' it Got that ladder with me with the 33, I'm Scottie Pippen it