B Boy (feat. Big Sean & A$AP Ferg) (Explicit)

B Boy - Meek Mill/A$AP Ferg/Big Sean
All that a**  Lord have mercy
All that champagne  these b**ches thirsty
Verserchy  no hold up  I meant Versace
I prolly pull up Roberto over Cavalli
Puffin' on Cali  prolly out in the valley
Sippin' on something drowsey
B**ches twerkin' like Miley
Twerk  twerk for a real ni**a sellin' work
Promise I won't tell a word
I been on that trill sh*t  way back
North Philly ni**a  but I'm laid back
Get shot in your head drivin' your maybach
Homey D cown know I don't play that
Sippin' dirty  riding dirty  I say hi to thirty
Call your dog  I call my dawg and he'll buy a birdy
Try to school me  I'm getting out here early
D**e dealer  Puma life  back of this soccer jersey
Mink draggin'  tell PETA I'm swaggin
All these karats like I'm tryna lure in a rabbit
Just to put it  on my jacket
What you doing
Doin' fashion
Okay  I walk with a limp and I talk with a slur
I might wear every single chain and mix it up with my fur
I might get every single drink and mix it up til I blur
I tell the b**ch get on my lap  but don't you get on my nerves
I need that bag full of green like I lawnmow it
John Doe and all Sean Doe it
And I keep it G  yeah  I ground floor it
And I'm pound blowin'
If her p**sy good then I might one  two  three  round four it
Got her down for it
Yeah  ni**a overthink  never under stress
Yeah  I understand  your girl over  I'm so unimpressed
Yeah  and she tryna f**k me raw  unprotect
But if I don't have that rubber on it I feel under dressed
Yeah  and I got money bags under my eyes  ho  cause I ain't sleep
They all Goyard too cause I ain't cheap
Finally Famous Aura Gold is my I-N-C
And I put everything in motion like I-N-G
And when we flyin' private you could bring the gun on with us
I got this freak to 3rd base  she tryna run home with us
And I got comma on comma on comma on comma on comma
And I ain't talking about no run on sentence
Yeah  ni**a hot headed so I need that Chings Chili
Put my P up on her head like that b**ch is reppin' Philly
And I wheelie in that p**sy like my ni**a Meek Milly
On my way to meet millis
Lawyer drafting up the deep deep dealies
I got rich decided that ain't rich enough
When I did it big  b**ch  I decided that ain't big enough
Dead Pres  who you digging up
Who that ni**a that you hating on  but just can't get enough
F**k  the jig is up
I'm like Madoff when I made off  scheming on niggas' payoff
I never take a day off  your stash is short like Adolf  Hitler
You should lay off on the gangsta talk cause you're fake  dog
You never pushed no yay  dawg  ain't see no keys like Ray Charles
Me and Meek in the Maybach  we get Wale and take off
We got your b**ch in a big house  she walk in hype like
Hey  Ross
Come get with the dreamchasers  we ballin' hard like the Lakers
You ballin'
Nah  you a faker  you prolly catchin' a fader
I'm at your house on the hill  I f**ked your girl and your neighbor
You thinkin' Khloe don't know me  I'm in the car dashin' haters
I'm in the Kardashian  get it
I'm lyin'  can't I pretend
They say fake it 'til you make it  well  let the fakin' begin
I got a b**ch with fake titties  fake a**  she all in the Benz
Them titties'll prolly fall like a ball when she bends
My niggas from Harlem and Philly all get it in
Your b**ch come around and we f**kin' her and her friends
Come get with the dreamchasers  we ballin' hard like the Lakers
You ballin'
Nah you a faker  you prolly catchin' a fader
Come get with the dreamchasers  we ballin' hard like the Lakers
You ballin'
Nah you a faker  you prolly catchin' a fader
I'm at your house on the hill  I f**ked your girl and your neighbor
I'm at your house on the hill  I f**ked your girl and your neighbor
I'm at your house on the hill  I f**ked your girl and your neighbor
I'm at your house on the hill  I f**ked your girl and your neighbor
What she do
She  just  put heart eyes under my pic ni**a
That's my b**ch ni**a
Bought her a first class ticket to put the dick in her