[Chorus: Meek Mill]

Where they do that where they do that

Where they do that where they do that

I don't know not around here

We getting to the money trappers of the year

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]

Where they do that not around here

Slide through your block on the Banshee first gear

Ya Pradas on my feet D squared

Lame ass niggas sitting back to the rear

Every time I look up them hoes trying to fuck

Every time I drop I give a rapper bad luck

Shucks, pull up on em, daddy's on drugs

Now they climb back [?]

What you want to do when I come through

Hatin' ass rappers I check them like one two

Ain't a bitch around my niggas run through

Either she fuck me then maybe she fuck you

In the VIP sipping on Rosé

Rose gold rollie same color [?]

Pockets guacamole don't be on me like you know me

I pull up in the spur I'm balling on them like Ginóbili

Swish, that's a bad bitch for three there

Haters say there looking for me they don't ever be there

Break these lizards down, get em in the club when we there

Swagger on a hundred introduce them to that D squared

[Chorus: Meek Mill]

Where they do that where they do that

Where they do that where they do that

I don't know not around here

We getting to the money trappers of the year

[Verse 2: Young Chris]

Bring them all back no strings attached

I don't have a main ho, baby I'm a mack

All about my mills and I keep a gutter

Body like Nicki got me thinking no rubber

[?] already taking over

Wall like Kentucky you boys can't touch me

Box like Floyd pretty boy make it ugly

Bout to bring it home Philly young C. Utley

Get over here where that ass belong

Let's fuck and listen to Usher baby, daddy's home

Mary Jane pass the strong

I'm loving this little lemon like a Mary song

Keep that ass on top like a carry on

Then I hit it from the back, in that ass like a thong

Fuck all night, last 'til the morn

Baby girl get up shake that ass to the song

Champ, Patron in our section

To you haters I got a little suggestion

You try to blame the economy while you stressing

Most of y'all niggas was broke before the recession

[Chorus: Meek Mill]

Where they do that where they do that

Where they do that where they do that

I don't know not around here

We getting to the money trappers of the year

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]

I'm winning big face spending

Salvatore Ferragamo white linen

We ball hard ninth inning

Tell them hoes I don't want to talk I'm spending

That ass fat she got a donk

She whisper in my ear she trying to fuck

I'm like what she like yeah

I scorpion that bitch, get over here

Meek Milly chilling with the dilly

Twenty-two and under, top three North Philly

That's me, like Willie

You a hater like

Bottles of Patron, let the [?] spill

Sliding through the club like I'm walking on wheels

Neck on bling, wrist on chill

Shitting on these niggas got the bitches like ew

My pocket look like precious

Check out the diamonds dancing in my necklace

Getting money, young black reckless

Shawtys hear the law from the door, get naked

[Chorus: Meek Mill]

Where they do that where they do that

Where they do that where they do that

I don't know not around here

We getting to the money trappers of the year

[Outro: Meek Mill]

Throw your Rollies in the sky

And wave them side to side

Keep them real high

And if you got an Audemar

Hommie show it off

And if you got a Brietling watch

Show them its the right watch

And if your Louie bag real throw it up

And if your Gucci bag real throw it up

And if you getting to the paper

You never been a hater

Let me see have a hater throwing up