Lyrics Meek Mill – Derrick Rose

Hook: Meek Mill
I’m ballin on these niggas like I’m Derrick Rose
If they ain’t talking money I don’t hear em though
If they ain’t talking pussy I don’t hear them ho’s

Verse 1: Meek Mill
Hunnid stacks, that’s featherweight
It’s time to get this money and the record straight
Fuck the loud ho’s, I don’t ever hate
On the first night, I don’t ever wait
I buy her weave, and red bottoms
Before you blink your eyes she got her head boppin’
I be in the hood, where the lean poppin’
While you was buyin’ circles we was square coppin’
Thirty six, Pyrex
Bakin Soda, I make a nine stretch
Paper towel, let it dry yes
Got em lookin’ at my wrist like «Is he signed yet?»
No nigga, you a ho nigga
Rapper, you a action figure G.I Joe nigga
Middle of the streets I’m on a 4-wheela
Same night I rock the same stages as O nigga
Hah!

Hook: Meek Mill

Verse 2: Mel Love
I say, I be off in the kitchen
Pitchin’ apron and a mitten
Trying to get it back ya a nigga trying to get it