Meek Mill - Str8 like that (feat. 2 chainz) lyrics

We just too turnt up turn up to the max
We be gettin to it do it straight like that

We do it str8 like that
Get money str8 like that
We run it str8 like that
Who want it str8 like that?

We just too turnt up turn up to the max
We be gettin to it do it straight like that

DJ turn me up! Please don't turn me down
These niggas ain't hear me then
These niggas gonna hear me now
I got bad hoes in my section
These niggas wanna burn me down
So I'm gon' make it sparkle
Tell the waiter come serve me now
Just Ciroc bottles and top models
All real niggas that pop bottles
I pulled up and I drop-topped
And my bad bitch just popped out
And like Alakazam! This shit way
Out of my hands!
And I'm with black card shawty
Vroom-vroom jumpin out of that Lamb
Well damn, it's YSL in my shirt
Fly as hell off Earth
Y'all niggas smoking on dirt
I'm on probation poppin on Perc
We sippin that lean, the fuck y'all mean
My money so long and my bitch so mean
We smokin on strong and I'm with my team
And We turned up, got your bitch tryna fuck

All I do is turn up
I'm about to show y'all
Early bird get the worm
I'm up way before y'all
I don't even know y'all
Riding with the doors off
Fuck her on the lean
Then I fucking doze off!
The dope man is my role model
I had a TV on top of my floor model
That bitch would show
Fiends used to smoke dope out the antenna
Closet full of amphibians
Aim at it and hit it
Difference between me and your girl: my girl
Ass thicker life sentence my trunk
Real niggas respect it
Dumb charm on my necklace
Stupid watch on my left wrist
I ain't have a lot so I brag
A lot, when I got a lot, i pop a lot
I bought a drop, bought some pussy
Get head in the parking lot
My rhyme style's unorthodox
My weed stank no Tic Tac
Asking me where I get that
Gucci sat on my flip flap!
Paint job cost 10 stacks
Rims cost me another ten
So tell a friend to tell a friend to
Tell a friend to tell a friend

Straight like that nigga, straight like that
No birthday get cake like that
And I ball hard niggas hate like that
Cause I drop that work
Come straight right back like whoa
I peeled off in the Bent
Came straight right back in a Rolls
Peeled off with ya bitch
Came straight right back with y'all
Nigga we share that bitch
10 big chains I don't wear that shit
Big Glock 9, I air that shit
And a big V12, I steer that shit like skurrrt
And they be like word, I'm with a bad bitch
But I wouldn't wife her
My neck all froze and my wrist like burr
And my shit so cold, I'm a need a light fur
We turned up to the max
Turned up on them racks
Got shorty all on that pole and she
Gon turn up for these stacks
Cause I'm ballin, like Spalding
My wrist flooded, New Orleans
And I'm shittin on 'em, no toilet
And no referee, I called it