Meek Mill, Young Dro - I’m Clean lyrics

I'm clean in this bitch
I'm clean in this bitch
I'm clean in this bitch
Grand Hustle team with kings we getting rich

I'm Prada-ed down Polo-ed up
Hit the A, tell Charlie hold up
Call my nigga Dro, pull a rose up
Body shit looking like a tour bus
I'm clean in this bitch leaning like
They selling Promethazine in this bitch
I'm Grand Hustle team with
Kings we getting rich
Wilding on the couch screaming out
"free my nigga TIP"
Meek Milly what's the deally I
Be popping like a wheelie
I put on for my city I go
Hard for North Philly that be me
Diamonds so clear you can see them in HD
I'm down to disappear pop up all on MTV
Niggas looking at the screen like
It's ghosts that they see
I like my Rosé red my
Diamonds blue my money green
TIP put me on the team cause
I'm so fresh and so clean

I'm clean in this bitch
Young Dro Grand hustle flow
My play stingray everything
Dro and Meek Mill get respect
To the utter most
Cocaina deals white bricks just
Like Russell Crowe
New York City leather coat out in Buffalo
And when I lie to hoes my
Dick be growing like Pinocchio
I ain't really sociable my
44 ain't approachable
Shawty I stay right close to the
Stupid ass pistol I like to
Make that thing transform
Fucking get your whole block blew
Up by this hand bomb
When I heard this track I
Started tripping like a motherfucker
Went up in the booth and
Went sicker than a motherfucker
Triple thugger
Oh you know I'm all about that shine ho
All kinds of ice bitch my
Diamonds got diamonds on
Stupid ass fresh shawty you don't
Want to pardon me hold up
I need to answer my phone some ho calling me

I'm clean in this bitch
Players only live uno
Ralph Lauren all the way to
The ground you know
Prada on my feet my chick
A five times two though
My flow be hot as hell but
My wrist keep me cool though
Cujo, ya cause I be snapping
And I ain't trapping
I'm just rapping and look what happened
It ain't march I'm causing madness
We Maybaching on them two-tone
Crushing them like crouton
The cheers in the rear leaning
Back on the futon
Grand Hustle we do one thing
Get money money money money money
I'm a young king
I don't talk I let my gun sing
Nigga got a problem with it tell
Them my revolver said it