iGOT NEXT AUDIO: Meek Mill Feat. Paloma Ford

iGOT NEXT AUDIO: Meek Mill

LYRICS

[Hook: Paloma Ford]

I don't know what these niggas speakin' off

I don't know what these niggas trippin' on

Don't touch my niggas I suggest you don't

Boy if you do you must be suicidal

Don't say my name unless you suicidal

Don't get to close unless you suicidal

Dont touch my niggas I suggest you don't

Boy if you do you must be suicidal

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]

Money won't ease us

Man niggas even hated on Jesus

Living life on the road on the chase for the money

Cause the hoes won't please us

Yeezus told us there's blood on the leaves

Ain't no love in the streets

Let her run into me and she wanted to meet

Now she fuck with a G

Got your bitch not wanting to speak

Hold up, y'all mahfuckers tried to shit on us

Chain all lit all up

Porsche with the horse like get on up

And my bitch got that shit on her

Rock Balmain cause I'm ballin'

I put red bottoms on red models

And no more red bottles

Straight Belarie nigga every bottles

Ricky Rozay we in here

Double M G we've been here

Straight from the north side

Right by the project how did I get here

Sippin' on lean with a bad ass bitch

From the Hills, probably live there

And get money like me

And the pussy so wet I need swimwear

Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]

Suicide doors, riding around with a suicide whore

There's no love in the streets and this blood on my sneaks got suicide on them

Going everywhere you are not going

Doing everything you are not doing

And I've been out to get it and you mention my niggas that's suicide on them

Right back to the money my nigga no we don't play

Say my name and that's D.O.A

And all these chains is saying we okay

And we drink Champagne, eat Frito Lays

At lunchtime, do it for the ghetto one time

I don't even know how to tell time, look at our time

Cause the watch say bust down and the whole band is drumline

Me and my nigga, Rozay that's my nigga

D-Boy, that's my hitter

You ain't doing wrong, as long as you don't touch my hitter

South finger fuck my trigger, smoking on strong

None of y'all can fuck with us

None of y'all gossip, Jigga

Give me my throne, and you ain't gonna like my picture

Leave a comment, fuck nigga

Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up

[Hook]

[Bridge: Paloma Ford]

You must be suicidal

When we pull up, watch the suicide doors

I've been too deep, make 'em call the 5-0

If he surprised, I know that gun go

BLAT, BLAT, BLAT, BLAT

This kush got me so on

Man I'm so on

We ridin' 'round, we gettin' money

Don't act like you don't know

Don't touch my niggas

I suggest you don't

Boy if you do, you must be suicidal

[Hook]