Artist: Meek Mill f/ French Montana, Lil Snupe
Album:  DC4
Song:   Outro
Typed by: Cedmaster3K 

[Lil Snupe]
Chasin' after green gods
Went from sleepin' on the porch to a motherfuckin' California king-sized
Momma ain't stressin', she know that it's all good
My number one goal is to get her out the hood
Never changed, I be thuggin' hard in my section
Me and all my dawgs protected by Smith & Wessons
Any nigga playin', we comin' in your direction
Let you know that we ain't flexin', you quickly gon' get ejected
Niggas want to kill me, cause a nigga comin' up
Want to kill 'em but that shit might really fuck my money up
Focus on my grind, gotta get the stacks
Tryna leave the streets alone but they steady callin' back
You ever seen death around the corner?
Chillin' on the block and pussy niggas run up on ya
Bustin' shells at you and they hotter than a sauna
It be hard to think straight when it's a lot of niggas want ya mane...

[Meek Mill]
Okay I've been the king for this rap shit, stuntin' hard and never had shit
Remember me with them nappy braids, when I was down on my last shit?
Bet them niggas wasn't mad then, took advantage, I asked them
For a shot at this, start laughin', it took a year or two and I passed them
Y'all niggas all look like haters, you ain't even put your dawg on paper
Word around that you trickin' on bitches, catch you with your chain on, I'ma take it
Now everybody catchin' these vapors, now everybody want and need favors
Southside, NY in Jamaica, Nicki on the bike, throw it up, scrape it
With 100 niggas 'hind me, Northside down in Philly where you find me
Ridin' 'round with a 30 on my lap in a big ass Phantom, I whip the Bentley like a johnny
Watchin' out for the 2-11 robbery, bang motherfucker for the money and the respect
... Hit 'em in the head with the stick nigga eject (shit!)
Mo' money, mo' money, mo' money, mo' problems (shit!)
Why you think I really went and bought more choppers? (shit!)
Mo' money, mo' money only bringin' more robbers (shit!)
Want to see me in a box so I went Porsche Boxster
Show me some evidence, never was better than, nor was you relevant
I'm too competitive, walk in the club, get my .357 in
My level on excellent, I cut the brick like it's cards and I shuffle it
You told 'em we sellin' it, a mouse in the building, I act like an elephant
Who the fuck just let the Devil in? Come to my city, they treat me like president
Ain't got no pity for niggas that's settlin', I had that La La and Melo was sellin' them
nicks for JR Smith, niggas try to kill me but they all missed
My downfall what they all wish, had a lot of homies but they all switched
Word up, my nigga... {*laughs*}

{*beat changes*}

[Chorus One: Meek Mill]
I see these haters lookin' at me like I owe them somethin'
You lookin' bad, I prolly throw you somethin'
I see you flexin' with that money and I know you frontin'
I caught cases, never told 'em nothin'

[Chorus Two: French Montana]
Ay ay; I got all these chains and this change on me (han)
Niggas said I changed, man they changed on me (han)
Man it ain't a thang, got the thang on me (han)
Man I see a clearport plane on me - ay ay (han)

[Meek Mill]
We lit, fuck 'em... ho!

You see me comin' 'round your corner lookin' like I got a check
Flew into your city, me and my niggas on the jet
Ballin' every time I take a shot, I hit the net
And everyday niggas want the money for respect
I ain't trippin', I got money, clothes, car, hoes, shoppin' 'til the mall close
Lord knows I could fit a brick up in these cargos
I don't fuck with niggas cause they all told
Worry 'bout another nigga money like they all hoes
I'm just with my niggas spinnin' hella blocks
Bad bitch on all my Banshee, I'm like twelve o'clock
Vroom vroom, I might do 100 blocks
In the back, 100 niggas deep and we like fuck the cops

[Chorus One] + [Chorus Two]

[Outro: Meek Mill’s son]
What's your grandma name?
What's your, gr-gr-grandma name, grandma name?
What's your grandma name?
What's my grandma name?

[Chorus One]