I'm The Shit

[Verse 1: Meek Mill] Chilling in the cut higher than a Louis tag When I see them biddies I remind them of a Gucci bag Cause they want me and they need me I'm like Seymour, feed me I'm getting money believe me Hoes want to fuck the kid cause I'm on T.V Diamonds in my neck, check [?] [?] Pradas up and down [?] Shades on wonder where I got that from Stevie We be anywhere them motherfucking keys be Easy I make it look Bad bitch gon' take a look Dawg I'm on another page I might as well just make a book Niggas that can spit but never ever could they make a hook That's why they can't stand it, and I'm in demanding Boss shit raw shit I could get your man hit I put bread all over that beef like a sandwhich [Hook: Meek Mill] I'm the shit Check out my swag, look at my pockets, and do the math We getting money you doing bad I see in these niggas faces that they mad Cause I'm the shit I'm the shit I'm the shit I'm the shit Ya I'm the shit I'm the shit I'm the shit I'm the shit I'm the shit I'm the shit I'm the shit I'm the shit Ya I'm the shit I'm the shit I'm the shit I'm the shit [Verse 2: Ms. Jade] I make them sick make 'em make 'em sick Get your get your money daddy gon' make it flip I'm the shit take a sniff On point Mama Swiff And I shine brighter than a time piece on my wrist Use a window washer I advise it Swisher in a wrapper under my [?] Insane in the brain I need a psychiatrist All this hating that they doing going to make me get violent Still stunting so you better believe it cause I told you Fuck a nigga [?] money tricking shit we don't do Fuck them niggas get the money type of shit we toast to Louis you should brag about I been here they my old shoes Ha, y'all late like old news Trash ass won't stop stink like Young Pooh Pewh, me and Meek still killing it Y'all keep screaming y'all the shit but we for real with it [Hook: Meek Mill] I hopped up out the cell swagging Pull up in the 550 looking like a wagon I be spitting fire plus I'm flyer than a dragon When they mention competition I be laughing I'm the shit where my toilet paper at They was hating when I was down now where all of them haters at Now I'm back up on that G shit Filling up like three clip See me in the streets they switch the words like its a remix Uh, I hit bitches like Chris Brown I'm king of my city just waiting to get crowned You highness, I'm as hot as a volcano Give your bitch pipe work like drain though Aye ho, I roll in then roll out That pounds in the old house Shit I'm like the fire man cause I bring them hose out Every time I'm partying, wrist wear be Cartier Shining for the audience they watch me like an audience [Hook: Meek Mill]