(Intro)
When I say weakass, you say bi**h
Weakass bi**h, weakass bi**h
I don’t want no basic bi**hes, basic bi**hes
I don’t want no basic bi**hes, wait a minute motherf**ker
(Chorus Meek Mill)
Rap ni**a’s be talking hard
Talking s**t till we pull your card
Take your chain, beat you up
F**k your bi**h, clean you up
My ni**a’s wylin, we wylin, we wylin, wylin
My ni**a’s wylin, we wylin, we wylin, wylin
My ni**a’s wylin, we wylin, we wylin, wylin
(Verse 1 – Meek Mill)
I don’t want no basic bi**hes
She ain’t never f**k with a rich ni**a
She told me that her ex was a bi**h ni**a
So I told her put me on the gram though
Just to flex on that ni**a with some real killers
And now he on my line talking reckless
I’m thinking, should I slide or should I check him?
But I ain’t going to war about no pu**y though
But if you tryna you get wet then
Running with my ni**a’s on the low-low
We in the south side, talking mafioso
I be really outside, busting with my four-four
Right there on the south side, watching for the po-po
Sharper than a motherf**ker
We getting money like a motherf***er
She s**king d**k for Red Bottoms
You bet some bi**hes call em bloods**kers
Get it?
(Repeat Chorus)
(Verse 2 – Quavo)
I know exactly what Meek talking bout
I took your basic ass ho and then I nut on her mouth
Broke ni**a’s you can stand to the left
Rich ni**a’s to the right with their pistols out
Playing with a cat, got her whiskers out
Got Rari’s and Bentleys, and Fiskers out
Hold up, what the f**k this ni**a talking bout?
Yo, Takeoff, pull the Mac-11 out
Young ni**a’s wylin, 12 o’clock on a Friday
Pull up like Big Worm, I want my money Friday
And you can have your basic bi**hes
Because my hoes siddity with fat ass and titties
(Repeat Chorus)
(Verse 3 – Takeoff)
Takeoff, I make the work disappear like a magician
Take that envy then stand in the kitchen, whip me up a chicken
I beat that pot like a chemist, money bat bat like it’s tennis
And free my ni**a’s in penitentiaries, they locked in the system
I pray the Lord is my witness, ni**a, I’m stacking them benjis
Ever since they killed Pistol Pete my ni**a, I turned to a menace
And all these diamonds around my neck, I put on two of them chinchillas
Drop my top in the winter, cash out at the Beverly Center
Go to my jeweler out in Cuba, get diamonds below temperature
Double cup my muddy trouble, I’m an Actavis citizen
Bi**hes run around the lobby, boot em up, but no Timberlands
Your bi**h pull up to my trap with no car
Like football she get penalties
(Repeat Chorus)
