Rick Ross, Meek Mill - Maybach Drip lyrics
Rick Ross [William Leonard Roberts II] Clarksdale, Mississippi, U.S. 🇺🇸
Meek Mill [Robert Rihmeek Williams] Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Rick Ross, Meek Mill - Maybach Drip lyrics]
Eastside to the westside shit
You already know how we carryin' it
(Maybach Music) salute
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up! Yeah
My young nigga, he low
Ain't got no Instagram
But he do them wackies for the fifty bands
Fear nothing, redrum and that's on any man
We like dough boy, we gon' smoke boy
Out that minivan (Woah)
Rocking Off White on my off-night
Niggas swing a punch, it be a lost life
Told my dawg to put that TEC up
That don't spark right
Money dancing at the clearport
This a boss life
When I be on the West, I know some real Crips
Going platinum with them choppas
Making real hit's
I done lost so many homies
I can't feel shit
So I been jumping out that
Chopper like I'm Will Smith
Her ass fake but she a real bitch
Suck me super good and she
Ain't hard to deal with
And she don't post me either
She be on some chill shit
And she know if she fuck a lame
I cut her real quick gang
Cut that bitch off (Cut that bitch)
If she ain't a dime, she make my dick soft
(Fuck that bitch) rocking the Saint Laurent
We having a drip off (Let it drip)
Nigga, I've been ballin' since the tip off
(Tip off, woah)
G5, I got a set of twin bitches
Me and Diddy, money not a big difference
(Haha) crib on a lake, and it's so remote
Half a brick in the Wraith
Smoking on the roach
I got sliders that will hit you for a stack
Walk up on you
Strike you like you was a match
Walk you in a dome, and I can't hide a patch
You was innocent but you was
Running with a rat (Ha)
I got a two door with the Fendi seats
Two Cuban links, I'm living big as Meech
I'm moving kilos like they funnel cakes
Got me on a record, patience
Screaming "Andele"
Went from sleeping on a floor
Feeling hunger pains
Try to keep up with your boy
I've seen a hundred things
Hundred karats on my neck
Look like a hundred chains
All these pussies getting wet
They think that I'm to blame gang
Cut that bitch off (Cut that bitch)
If she ain't a dime, she make my dick soft
(Fuck that bitch) rocking the Saint Laurent
We having a drip off (Let it drip)
Nigga, I've been ballin' since the tip off
(Tip off, woah)
Gold presidential when I'm on the clock
Twenty old schools when I'm on the block
I got the baddest bitches
Ain't know who to watch
If she post another nigga, I'ma cut her off
Money on the table, when I want to talk
Nigga think I'm Ronald Reagan
The way I want to walk
Quick to drop them bombs
Like I'm Gorbatschow
And I got the baddest bitches rocking Polo
Ralph woah
Cut that bitch off (Cut that bitch)
If she ain't a dime, she make my dick soft
(Fuck that bitch) rocking the Saint Laurent
We having a drip off (Let it drip)
Nigga, I've been ballin' since the tip off
(Tip off, woah)
You already know how we carryin' it
(Maybach Music) salute
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up! Yeah
My young nigga, he low
Ain't got no Instagram
But he do them wackies for the fifty bands
Fear nothing, redrum and that's on any man
We like dough boy, we gon' smoke boy
Out that minivan (Woah)
Rocking Off White on my off-night
Niggas swing a punch, it be a lost life
Told my dawg to put that TEC up
That don't spark right
Money dancing at the clearport
This a boss life
When I be on the West, I know some real Crips
Going platinum with them choppas
Making real hit's
I done lost so many homies
I can't feel shit
So I been jumping out that
Chopper like I'm Will Smith
Her ass fake but she a real bitch
Suck me super good and she
Ain't hard to deal with
And she don't post me either
She be on some chill shit
And she know if she fuck a lame
I cut her real quick gang
Cut that bitch off (Cut that bitch)
If she ain't a dime, she make my dick soft
(Fuck that bitch) rocking the Saint Laurent
We having a drip off (Let it drip)
Nigga, I've been ballin' since the tip off
(Tip off, woah)
G5, I got a set of twin bitches
Me and Diddy, money not a big difference
(Haha) crib on a lake, and it's so remote
Half a brick in the Wraith
Smoking on the roach
I got sliders that will hit you for a stack
Walk up on you
Strike you like you was a match
Walk you in a dome, and I can't hide a patch
You was innocent but you was
Running with a rat (Ha)
I got a two door with the Fendi seats
Two Cuban links, I'm living big as Meech
I'm moving kilos like they funnel cakes
Got me on a record, patience
Screaming "Andele"
Went from sleeping on a floor
Feeling hunger pains
Try to keep up with your boy
I've seen a hundred things
Hundred karats on my neck
Look like a hundred chains
All these pussies getting wet
They think that I'm to blame gang
Cut that bitch off (Cut that bitch)
If she ain't a dime, she make my dick soft
(Fuck that bitch) rocking the Saint Laurent
We having a drip off (Let it drip)
Nigga, I've been ballin' since the tip off
(Tip off, woah)
Gold presidential when I'm on the clock
Twenty old schools when I'm on the block
I got the baddest bitches
Ain't know who to watch
If she post another nigga, I'ma cut her off
Money on the table, when I want to talk
Nigga think I'm Ronald Reagan
The way I want to walk
Quick to drop them bombs
Like I'm Gorbatschow
And I got the baddest bitches rocking Polo
Ralph woah
Cut that bitch off (Cut that bitch)
If she ain't a dime, she make my dick soft
(Fuck that bitch) rocking the Saint Laurent
We having a drip off (Let it drip)
Nigga, I've been ballin' since the tip off
(Tip off, woah)