[Intro: Meek Mill]

It’s the dream team bitch

Mr. Philadelphia

Philly in this bitch, Meek Million

Jalil Beats, holla at me

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]

All I ever wanted was a million and a bad bitch

Used to blow my money and wake up like where my stacks went

I was 17 I left my crib, went where the cash went

And popped back in my hood in an Aston, mansion

Flying with the top off, and I’m getting topped off

I’m about my chicken bitch, and I spit that hot sauce

Mustard yellow Breitling, tell 'em catch up, I’m a hot dog

Hood nigga, but I live my life like I’m a rock star

Shot bar, fuck no, take me where the bottles at

Mr. Rose baby, get a lot of that

Copy that, roger that, I be where it’s popping at

Jahlil he put a hit out on that beat I b-b-body that

Imma take the offshore, baby, cause it costs more

Elevator take me to the top, right on the ball floor

Shawty tried to jump inside the coupe, can’t find the car door

Why you think I work so much and grind so fucking hard for

[Chorus: Meek Mill]

Hey, bottles up, shawty drop me down

Ask who fucking with me, not a sound

Hear them haters talking, but they whispering

So what they saying bout me, cause I’m getting it

We ballin, we ballin

Ballin like it’s Spalding

Everytime I wake up all I hear is money calling

Ballin and ballin, tearing up the Martin

Call me Mr. wrecking ball the way I break them walls in

[Verse 2: Shizz Nitty]

Fuck niggas and bitches

Ain’t Shizzy a dope

Used to have weed, now they say the bottom got dope

Knew a nigga had soap, and they rocked his ass

Saw they did a round hit, and they stopped his ass

Million dollar nigga, they call him socks in the air

They don’t play around anigga, they got Glocks over there

Rest in peace to Lil [?], he was just in the way

When them bullets from up top, man they started to spray

It’s just another story from around the way

Where we keep a tough crew and them boys don’t play

75 nigga ball, rest in peace to bubble

I like my remmy and my rose, bud is [?]

Keep winning, and keep on losing

You keep on hating and your bitch keep choosing

You think she ain’t?

Motherfucker we got bottles sitting everywhere

Ain’t too many niggas models sitting everywhere

[Chorus: Meek Mill]

Hey, bottles up, shawty drop me down

Ask who fucking with me, not a sound

Hear them haters talking, but they whispering

So what they saying bout me, cause I’m getting it

We ballin, we ballin

Ballin like it’s Spalding

Everytime I wake up all I hear is money calling

Ballin and ballin, tearing up the Martin

Call me Mr. wrecking ball the way I break them walls in