Plenty Money

[Verse 1: Meek Mill] Stacks in my Prada bag wrapped in rubber bands Got these niggas trying to climb through my windows like [?] But I just bought a mac call it [?] 32 hit up you and paralyze your other man I be on that north sider shit I come from the bottom shit so I talk a lotta shit Niggas say they getting money but I don't acknowledge it I see that shit I like that shit won't hesitate to cop that shit What's in my pocket dawg? all dirty money Ladders on deck come and take it from me Niggas looking at me like they fucking hungry But they get fucking buried trying to run up on me Yes sir, cause I'mma let my toolie clap How you gon' rob me, nigga where they do that at Not around here, around there neither This 40 ought to hit your ass just like Derek Jeter Dude a baseballer, I'm an eight baller I'm a straight baller, batter whip a cake holler We just get the money we don't take offers I'm so motherfucking fly I'm about to take off of Chilling with this Rollie on my arm What I paid for it could of went and bought a car I could take my show money blow it at the mall I could hit the jewelry store and throw it on an Audemar (Blow it on an Audemar?) Ya bitch I said it Believe it if I said, I meant it 2010 I'm trying to go flying spur on them, tinted Riding low through the city blowing on spinach Get it I'm a h-u-s-t-l to the er We are, all getting to the money nigga flee off Keep on, I love it when they hate that's what I feed off Catch you we gone throw shit everywhere like its a free for all Get money fuck more bitches And kill more snitches I'm like Shakur with it Small fee I'll have my youngin at the door with it Playing ding dong dixie, mask on long semi Talking money I get plenty of it Doing my thing I push that point just like when Penny was it Why they hating, cause I'm getting plenty money They want to take it tell them get it from me