[Verse 1: Meek Mill]

It's big business, big bills, and big choppers

Cherry red Challenger looking like a lobster

All black D's on it hoes holler

Sliding through your area why is they comparing us

I'm serious, number on my check look like a serial

And I still got the block jumping Shawn Marion

I see a hater disrespect me then I'm airing them

He don't dig me where I'm coming from we just bury him

We count money fuck bitches go super hard

Laid back Maybach looking like a superstar

Diamonds on my neck shining like a shooting star

Thirty in my clip it got me feeling like a shooting guard

Stop me, small but I'm cocky

Two fourties give a nigga eighty like Shockey

Pull up in the hood four door Maserati

Jewels on flashy like a paparazzi copy

I be probably in the hills out in Cali

In a million dollar crib eating on strip and broccoli

Watch me, Philadel Flyer no hockey

Tell your chick to google me she can dot com

She ain't got to chase me just tell her Myspace me

And maybe she can find me so I can get behind it

Told her I got a deal so now she drove me like sloppy

Got the goons on deck they ride hard like Kawasaki

Swag so sick my money is the medicine

Stunting on you rookie ass niggas like a veteran

Still do my thing while I'm watching for the letter man

Had to kick the door down them pussies wouldn't let me in

I here now I said I'm here now

Had to kick the door down them pussies wouldn't let me in

Meek Milly nigga what what

I'm getting money like a mother fucker

Windows darker than the bitch but I can see

I got everything you got nothing that's why your bitch be all over me