[Meek Mill:]
Cuban Linx and kilos
We might get the rico
Pull up on a sucka take his bitch like I was D Bo
Got the four five in the six call it Cee-Lo
Buying bottles with your cop money, nacho cheese Dorito (hol up!)
All of my niggas official as fuck
Big ass Mulsanne like I'm whipping the truck
I'm sippin' Ciroc while I'm sittin' with Puff
And talking 'bout business with Jigga at lunch
That's cray, that's cray
New toys, let's play
I brought spades, with the deuce, like poof, let's [?]
I must say, I get money, fuck ho, don't pay
And I ball, in the clutch, Ray Al, for that tre
And I ride, for the Ye, West side, Kim K
White girl, through The Bay, my hood, I'm Mac Dre
Bitch, if money talks why you niggas never say shit?
If sky's the limit, why I'm ridin' in a space ship?
My money talkin' and my Rollie never tickin niggas
Five bullets [?] on the wrist I'm official nigga

[Joyner Lucas