[Intro: Meek Mill]

Aye look, go and get ya motha fuckin' scale and bag after this

[Hook: Meek Mill]

I'm on that backblock, I'm trynna get it all

It's money out chea, I'm trynna get it all

My nigga got that neck, I tell 'em send it off

Twenty a the joint? Ok we playing ball

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]

Heater in my tire, crack up in my draws

Watching out for Shamrock?, he trynna get us all

They want cases up, they trynna send us off

Head me upstate, working all up out the yard

Taskforce Tuesday, watch out where the cars at

Tell my youngin watch out for the molly, booze, and [?]

Taskforce swinging through the jungle like they Tarzan

Slowing down, staring at me like they see the market

I pulled out the stack pack trynna bring a stack back

Break it down, headed up, run through it like a [?]

Flip it once, flip it twice, then put it where my stash at

Tipee say he got a lick and I say where the cash at

And I'mma bring my ladder out of storage, where my men at

He say he got twenty keys and we gonna go and grab that

Interception, that's a touchdown

We was fucked up, but we up now

[Hook] 2x

[Verse 2: AR-AB]

They say money make the world spin

I'm at the Louis store, spending like a whirlwind

Put ya AR crying about a girlfriend

I'd rather get the Pyrex and drop girl in

I get straight to the pussy, no foreplay

I was sitting in jail for a short stay

Let a nigga show up on court day

I'mma show 'em the moon in broad day

AK, street sweep, no dustpan

Cut grams, play the corner like the cut man

I left school and used to hang in the hooky house

I dropped powder in water and pulled a cookie out

Big money, gotta account for three days

White girl, I make her drop like D. Wade

Purp wind, Sour D or the P Haze

I had a girl telling me I got three legs

[Hook] 2x

[Verse 3: Shizz Nitty]

The way we got them pies in, nothing with this grinding

Take it to the kitchen, find a flame and get to frying

Grab the sixty-two, got a point they grip the nine

Scratch my head, look at my man like yo we grinding

Used to play the crib, now we block it like a line

Raised from the street where them coppers wait in line

My boys ain't doing great, but they doing kinda fine

They [?] or they ain't, never stuck up in the line man

Heard about them niggas, how they sing like Frankie Lineman

Crying like my bitches, used to nickel now I dime shit

Niggas want me fail like the prison system jail

When we vision all whipping all till I'm in a cell

I got niggas pushing Ls, cause a nigga took an L

On the pill, hope he win, come home bringing hell

Get the orders from the kitchen then I sit it on the scale

Break it down, take the orders, then we send it like it's mail

[Hook] 2x