Versace - Meek Mill

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It's killers real n**gas

That's all in my posse shooters

I'm getting so rich that

They making up rumors that I'm illuminati rich

Just me and my n**gas

We killin' these b**ches go body for body murders

These suckers be hating

They praying to God that I don't cop a bugatti

Hold up drop the top on the rari

Pull in the club and

I'm stopping the party

Hold up got b**ches on b**ches

They poppin' on molly's

I'm prolly at follies with peewee and tip

Questing with Lou

I did everything that

I said I would do

I really won't tell you that

I'm better than you

But we're not on the same level as you

'Cause the G55 got a hell of a view

Regular n**gas make regular moves

With ya regular b**ch and ya regular crew

And you n**ga still smokin' on regular too

Like word

What a shame my n**ga

Louboutin' blood like game my n**ga

Get left tryna aim my n**ga

Like Saddam Hussein my n**ga

I'm whippin' this brand new machine

100 bands in my jeans

Call yo b**ch Barry Sanders

She done ran through the team

I got hoes out the D

They playing on the team

Do anything for me

I mix that xan with the lean

Hold up let me get it back

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I'm gettin' this money

I'm stackin' my broccoli racks

I'm running my city

You might gotta pay me if you land

On my property tax

I bought the boardwalk and I parked on the ave

Sh*t my life's like monopoly

You caught a new case and you got outta jail

Boy you look like a cop to me

Get out of jail free card