Where Dey Do Dat

[Hook: 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 [?] 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 [Hook] [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 [Hook] [Verse 3: Meek Mill] I'm winning big face spending [?] 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 [?] 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 [Hook] [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