[Verse 1: Meek Mill]

We get money ball hard

Get money ball hard

Get it, get it

As I was riding through the city in my S550

Bad bitch nice titties ass fat like really

Quiet chilly cause I ball Audemar like 20

And the diamonds on my neck be dancing on her get silly

Get with me, this Philly at its fineness I'm you highness

I'm a plus but you're a minus

Shorty blush but never mind her

Cause my mind be on the money and there's money on my mind

And I be in the mix like water

Not at all could you find it

But you see I be VIP

Hit the club don't need I.D

We stepped in when we leave like three

She came with you but leave with me

She ain't go to know the alphabet to know the CMG

We pull up in the GMC

Me lil' Dolla T.I.P

Aye, so get them the baddest bitches with them

I just bag them then I hit them

Check and add them to my list

And I don't love them I don't cuff them

Fuck them pass them to my nigga

And the newest Prada kicks [?]

[Chorus: Meek Mill]

We get money, ball hard

Big business, all large

So when them haters hating tell them hate some more

We balling on them suckers popping on that Ace and more

We get money, ball hard

Big business, all large

So when them haters hating tell them hate some more

We balling on them suckers popping on that Ace and more

[Verse 2: Dolla]

Fly guy grab a ho to a wing

Have a one night fling

With a nigga on the [?]

Standing tall like Kareem

By any means necessary

Dick game legendary

Fifteen years, gun hold never scary

Next time you see him he'll be in the obituary

Shorter that February, valentine ass nigga

If I got a CAT scan see dollar signs nigga

Money on my mental, Bently continental

She say she want my big money, dolla dick what I give her

Y'all niggas catch up the Chevy look like mustard

Inside mayonnaise get lettuce I'm a hustler

Toaster turn you into cold meat have a burger

Flow 187 you could call me young murder

Beat the track up like her name was Tina Turner

I got accountants for the accountants

I got lawyers for the lawyers

Fucking thick high yellow bitches somewhere out here foreign soil

[Chorus: Meek Mill]

We get money, ball hard

Big business, all large

So when them haters hating tell them hate some more

We balling on them suckers popping on that Ace and more

We get money, ball hard

Big business, all large

So when them haters hating tell them hate some more

We balling on them suckers popping on that Ace and more

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]

I said I pull up to the scene so fresh so clean

That 7 4 pound with the window rolled down

Like 50 on my neck feel like the king no crown

I be Pradad down to death and all my gear be low down

Red horse, red strip, red Porshe, red lights

Tell me stop cause I'm killing them

Got change like a chameleon

And them lames they not feeling them but tell them keep hating

Praying on my down fall tell them keep waiting

I be here I be there

With the rocks don't ride no where

I'm so fly when I go leer

Why would I lie no I don't care

I ride that five without no fear

Keep that chopper on deck

If a nigga run up on me hit him up with no rap

We get money and ball hard

The shit that we get from the [?] be all raw

We drop that work in the pot whip all hard

And we take it to the block bring it back and its all ours

[Chorus: Meek Mill]

We get money, ball hard

Big business, all large

So when them haters hating tell them hate some more

We balling on them suckers popping on that Ace and more

We get money, ball hard

Big business, all large

So when them haters hating tell them hate some more

We balling on them suckers popping on that Ace and more