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Oh it’s hot outside man Meek Millys coming daddy Hundred for the walkthrough Im not who you talk to Drive by 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 Chopping up those benzos Me 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 I got a fever bitch, hot outside I got a fever bitch Feeling sick I gotta 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 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 dispose niggas Went to buy a pair of sneaks Landed at the rawest dealer Brand new paper tag Haters never made me mad You get at 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, Dame and 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 money, the hoes do whatever you say Riding in a drop head, Phantom with the toupe 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 gotta 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 coupe 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 and direct You know it, God dammit