Hard In Da Paint

[Intro: Meek Mill] Ay Rug See these niggas already know what it is with me I go hard in the paint We ain't even got to talk about that Philly in this bitch, heard that [Verse 1: Meek Mill] Rollie on my wrist brighter than my future is Shorty standing there ass fatter than Rasputia is I play for the dream team, hang out with the coolest kids Watch out for my Louie belt cause that's right where my Ruger is I go hard in the muthafuckin' paint nigga Leave you stankin' nigga, what the fuck you thinkin' nigga? Five presidents on that presidential Lincoln nigga Gold presidential out the window middle finger nigga Fuck 'em all that's how I feel Shitting on these niggas without a deal My money right I'm super strapped Talking all that hammer shit where your toolie at Ask around the town we be doing that All that white and sour diesel we be moving that That's word to my thirty-six O's I'm still the same nigga with the thirty-six flow In thirty days I'm trying to fuck thirty rich hoes I'll still be spitting that flamerz like thirty-six stoves, woah North side 'til the death of me, definitely Camero with the black stripe, referee preferably I be feeling myself and I ain't on no Ecstasy But the groupies is and you can tell by how they molested me She gon' suck my dick, she gon' suck it too She gon' fuck Omelly, and she gon' fuck the crew Now she fuck with me, she don't fuck with you And that's crazy dawg you know that was your fucking boo That's the reason why you hating Let the streets say what they want because I'm caking Shout out to all of the niggas that thought that I wouldn't make it They the fakest ones hating while I was in the basement [Verse 2: AR-ab] Where I'm from getting money be the object I get mine putting fire to the Pyrex Fuck a diss track I bring it to you direct I kill you then the witness die next 44 Bulldog is a 5x You never progress if you only side bet I'm trying to kill two birds with one stone I just grabbed two birds but one gone I supply it well that's my clientele I fire shells if any one of my clients tell They say its a long line to hell But I'ma either get rich or I'ma die in jail Until then I'm only trying to gain revenue Razor blade in a plate full of residue '96 Impala is heaven blue Being broke like you is what I'll never do Purple juice and them Xans got me sleep walking She say niggas like me she don't see often And I don't care if he shot I just keep sparking I make niggas throw towels and make peace offerings I got two baby mommas and we don't speak often I just give them bank rolls and tell them keep walking I just show a bitch money I don't keep talking Then she slob on my knob like she retarded Sour D 4 grams stuffed in the Dutch Fifty grand rubber band tucked in the cut Two bitches four hands touching my nuts Then I give them long dick touching their gut If money is the topic I get it like Floyd I be OG, moving grams of the [?] If I don't know niggas my hand on toy Cause I'm a fucking shooter, Brandon Roy My nigga Cass got the Bent I need the 550 I only blow good smoke the L's 550 You not a real connect if you can't supply fifty My cousin Nas get half cause he'll die with me O.B.H be the set and we gon' get ours' A couple niggas got shot trying to take ours I was in the crack house with eight vowels You was like Eminem off of eight mile In your shitty house writing rap songs I use to run in niggas house with the mac on I guess you only need one mic like Nas I'll take a full pound in a white pie Glock 30 compact that's the right size [?] on the stove watch the white rise I'm talking brick sales get your order up I dry cook mine I don't like it watered up