Meek Mill - Hot Boys Freestyle #3 lyrics

We running this rap shit
Meek Milly, I’m running this rap shit
215 we running this rap shit philly, ah

I said I’m sitting here chilling
In my old school whip
Me and old Melly and my old school clique
With a 45th of Volv, but some old school shit
Light skinned 32, that’s my old school chick
Why you hating, the money that I’m making?
I’m fly like before he dropped a statement
I ain’t fronting, I ain’t faking
We ball like the Lakers
I’m up early in the morning
Going hard for the paper
Going hard for the money
Like what I wouldn’t do
The shit all on these rappers
Like a fucking number 2
I say I be coming through
Rolex be summer blue fresher than Will B
My homies be stunting too
And I brought the mac with me
And I ain’t talking Charlie
Harley, them shells smoke you, Bob Marley
Gnarly, I’m cooler than that white boy
Surfing
If you throw your chick at me Imma catch em