Jeremih, Meek Mill, Swizz Beatz - Classic lyrics

Woo! It's hot outside man
Meek Millys coming daddy

Hundred for the walkthrough
I'm not who you talk to
Drive by and 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
Jumpin' out them Benzos
Meet 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

It's hot outside, it's Meek Milly season

I got a fever bitch
Hot outside, I got a fever bitch
Feeling sick, I got a 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 is on me in the booth and
All I talk is that real shit the truth and

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 can ask 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 the money
The hoes do whatever you say
Riding in a drop head
Phantom with the toupee
And if you're just hearing this
Then it's probably too late

I got a fever bitch
Hot outside, I got a fever bitch
Feeling sick, I got a 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

Meek Milly, Mack Milly
Get smacked silly, come to Philly
Come see it live in direct
You know, godamnit!