Meek Mill - Slay Songtexte

Yeah
Chasing
Chasing that bag, chasing that bag
Chasing
Whoo
Aye
Lil fish


Woke up this morning I had a ménage
Loaded the foreigns I packed the garage
We do it big like we back in the sky
Maybe I'll sell if I rap and I lie
Maybe I'll sell if I let niggas write it
These niggas swagger jacking and they bite it
This for my niggas trappin' out them Hondas
Tryna get designer Gucci they attire
Walk in this bitch and it's quiet
I break a heart then I buy it
I probably get her a Birkin
I take that back, shit I'm lying
I'm on the jet when I'm flying
I'm in the Bentley, I'm wheelin'
I'm in the trench with my niggas and I know the feeling to see 20 million
Funny money niggas counterfeit
I could tell you ain't been around the shit
Like a swiper, when I got the black card
80 of them burners if they counterfeit
Seen the money, and I know the sound of it
It go (vrrrt vrrrt!)
That's a lot of it
Know that language that money machine clicking
They been rap dissing, I ain't seen, niggas
Know Omelly ready, I got Dean with us
7 on me, I got Leem with us
Like that dirty dirty, how I lean niggas
My wrist so subzero like freeze niggas
Finish them niggas, I put an end to them niggas
I'm on the roof with that scope
When I hit them little bitches like Remy my nigga


You save 'em, we slay 'em
Girl I ball


Whip whip whip, whip it
Me and your bitch in a Bentley
Making it rain when she strippin'
Hold up the umbrella like Bentley
Fuck with a nigga that's righteous
Call me Mr. East Coast I'm the tightest
I remember when bedbugs was biting
God bless me like a nigga got sinus
Ooh
Holy Ghost, I'm a baptist
Fucking on ratchets
Might get a Met Gala actress
Who give me the top when I slap it
Feeling like DJ Khaled
She grabbin' on my dick getting careless
Man I had to kill this beat, I'm a savage
Meek Milly drop 20 on the atlas