Meek Mill - Classic (Lyrics)

[Intro: Swizz Beatz]

Oh it’s hot outside man

Meek Millys coming daddy

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]

Hundred for the walkthrough Im not who you talk to

Drive by wet you up, nigga thats a carpool

Spitting all this hot shit, every single bar cool

Diamonds in the rollie face, animated cartoon

Call me Meek Milly I don't play that shit

Got me on my nappy braids before the Maybach clique

Riding in the wheels of fortune, Pat Sajak shit

And all I rock is Balmain like I made that shit

I’ve been, front row fashion week

Looking like I'm in the show

Sitting in the foreign leather, softer than a dinner roll

Make a movie on your bitch, tell her friend to get a role

You thought she was innocent

We laughing like she been a ho

Chopping up those benzos

Me yo bitch in the friend zone

She told you I was friendzoned, what?

I'm in the endzone

Touchdown with a 2 point conversion

Give her that dick long

She busting like the clip long

Uber to send your bitch home nigga

[Hook: Swizz Beats]

I got a fever bitch, hot outside I got a fever bitch

Feeling sick I gotta fever bitch

In these philly streets situations is

Police ain’t respecting the youth and

The youth ain't respecting the truth and

The Glock 9 on me in the booth and

All I talk is that real shit the truth and

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]

The money turned your bitch into a gold digger

The money got me feeling like the old Jigga

And Jigga even told me you a cold nigga

They ain’t believe me I was broke

But I showed niggas and I told niggas

That I would expose niggas

Went to buy a pair of sneaks

Landed at the Royce dealer

Brand new paper tag

Haters never made me mad

You get at your baby momma

I’m flyer than her baby dad

Looking at my neck

What that cost? Hundred-eighty cash

Looking at my bitch, she remind me of a Stacey Dash

We was selling rock before Kareem Biggs, Damon Dash

Oh you think you fly with your lil' Dream Chasin’ ass?

We don’t chase bitches, we chase money and that D'ussé

Cause when you get money, the hoes do whatever you say

Riding in a drop head, Phantom with the toupe

And if you’re just hearing this, then it’s probably too late

[Hook: Swizz Beats]

I got a fever bitch, hot outside I got a fever bitch

Feeling sick I gotta fever bitch

In these philly streets situations is

Police ain’t respecting the youth and

The youth ain't respecting the truth and

The Glock 9 on me in the coupe and

All I talk is that real shit the truth and

[Outro]

Meek Milly

Mack Milly

Get smacked silly

Come to Philly

Come see it live in direct

You know it, God dammit