Rich Porter

[Hook: Meek Mill] Feelin' like I'm Richard Porter, I'm really ballin' Bad bitches got 'em calling, they really calling My Rollie flooded like New Orleans, just like New Orleans Ain't talking money, what you talking? Nigga what you talking? My bitch probably wouldn't speak if you ain't talkin' money Don't even talk to me if you ain't talkin' money Ain't shit in life for free so we were talkin' money You hear that sound? I think it's Benji, he talkin' to me [Verse 1] They got me feeling like Rich Porter, I got them hoes Selling work we got them bricks, and got the most If he ain't test it I don't trust em', he prolly told Dimed out your homies, seen them statements, he got exposed These niggas ratting and you fucking with these pussy niggas I put these hoes up on the jet and bring that pussy with us I bring that new thing through yo block, I see you looking nigga 36 up in the pot like what you cooking nigga? Fish scale, I love the hustle, I'm 'bout my paper And I'm fly as Alpo before he drop a statement I knew I started getting money when I got them haters Boy won't you go and kill yourself and just do God a favor [Hook: Meek Mill] [Verse 2: Rick Ross] Don't you see a nigga ballin' like I'm Rayful Edmond?? (No snitching) My DC shooter Fat Trel hold up that Mac-Eleven (Dem Bitches) Nail me to the cross I swear I'll never testify (Never) Never will, that Maybach murder got em' petrified I'm hard to kill, I'm counting cake up with my finest bitch Take off her makeup and she still look like a finalist Top models, pop bottles, catch you bitches slipping Do em' dirty that top dollar make a major difference I bought another Phantom, cash count that at the dealer It took an hour, fast money for us young niggas Can't run around, marble statues in the front and back (Boss) With no regard for the law, cause all I want is stacks So fuck em' all [Hook: Meek Mill]