[Intro: Meek Mill]

It's Team Pyrex over here

You know how we do it

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]

Uh, in the kitchen going H.A.M again

Fucking with them birds like Cam and them

I'll tell you what's the word when the tan is in

We them niggas on the curb with them hammers in, ah!

Whole brick, throw it on the triple beam

If it get hectic, we gon' stretch it like a limousine

Ain't no crutchin', if I touch it then it's Mr. Clean

I be reppin' in your section, me and my nigga Dean

Ghost boy in the ghost, nigga

I burn bread, I ain't talking toast, nigga

Whole team of killers, I'm the coach Digger

Presidential on my wrist now take your votes, nigga

Rookie of the year, cookies in the rear

I got some bad bitches that will get it there

If you don't wanna get it we gon' send them there

If it's heavy then Omelly comin' in the lear

Brick Squad like Waka and them

If it's Gucci like D. Howard I get a block for them

I don't touch it I just leave it up to Tak and them

Niggas started, was a drought but we was poppin' then

[Chorus: Meek Mill]

Lean wit' it, rock wit' it

Throw some bake up in the pot wit' it

Microwave or we gon' pot whip it

When it get right, we drop that ice and make it lock wit it

I tell them lean wit' it, rock wit' it

Throw some bake up in the pot wit' it

Microwave or we gon' pot whip it

When it get right, we drop that ice and make it lock wit it

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]

I made a million off a mixtape, nigga get your shit straight

I'm selling that raw shit, you sellin' that whip weight

Cookin' up a whole bird until I make my wrist ache

When I pulled up to the club you should've seen your bitch face

Ugh, fifty cash in my pocket

Nigga, I got your stash in my pocket

I'm blowin' money fast in my pocket

I said it's lookin' like I got Nicki ass in my pocket

Talkin' "ass, ass, ass, ass" all I get is cash, cash

Club LIV my last tag, I could've bought a fast Jag

The way these bitches waving at me you would think a cab past

No wonder why you hatin' on me nigga wit' your mad ass

Rollie on me cost a whole brick

Killers with me ain't got no pics

These groupie bitches ain't got no sense

So we make a movie on them bitches, no script

[Chorus: Meek Mill]

Lean wit' it, rock wit' it

Throw some bake up in the pot wit' it

Microwave or we gon' pot whip it

When it get right, we drop that ice and make it lock wit it

I tell them lean wit' it, rock wit' it

Throw some bake up in the pot wit' it

Microwave or we gon' pot whip it

When it get right, we drop that ice and make it lock wit it

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]

36 treat it like a dirty bitch

‘Cause I hit it then I send it to the other strip

Call me anything, don't call me by my government

‘Cause when I'm out here in the jungle we be selling bricks

Half these niggas in my hood be on some tellin' shit

We be on some "if-u-snitchin'-crack-your-melon" shit

If I ain't rockin' with the Smith it's Parabellum shit

Papi bring them on the boat, he know we selling shit

Lean wit' it, rock wit' it, posted Mac 11 in the lot wit' it

7-50 getting busy wit' a box in it

So when they pull us over they don't find them Glocks in it

[Chorus: Meek Mill]

Lean wit' it, rock wit' it

Throw some bake up in the pot wit' it

Microwave or we gon' pot whip it

When it get right, we drop that ice and make it lock wit it

I tell them lean wit' it, rock wit' it

Throw some bake up in the pot wit' it

Microwave or we gon' pot whip it

When it get right, we drop that ice and make it lock wit it