[Intro: Meek Mill]
When I say weakass, you say bitch
Weakass bitch, weakass bitch
I don't want no basic bitches, basic bitches
I don't want no basic bitches, wait a minute motherfucker

[Hook: Meek Mill]
White n***as be talkin' hard
Talkin' shit till we pull your card
Take your chain, beat you up
Fuck your bitch, clean you up
My n***as wylin', we wylin' wylin'
My n***as wylin', we be wylin', we wylin' wylin'
My n***as wylin', we be wylin' we wylin', wylin'
My n***as wylin'
And I don't want no basic bitches

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
She ain't never fuck with a rich n***a
She told me that her ex was a bitch n***a
So I told her put me on the 'Gram though
Just to flex on that n***a with some real killers
And now he on my line talkin' reckless
I'm thinkin', should I slide or should I check him?
But I ain't goin' to war bout no pussy though
But if you tryna you get wet then
Runnin' with my n***as on the low-low
We in the south side, talkin' mafioso
I be really outside, bustin' with my four-four
Right there on the south side, watching for the po-po
Sharper than a motherfucker
We gettin' money like a motherfucker
She suckin' dick for Red Bottoms
You bet some bitches call 'em bloodsuckers
Get it?
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[Verse 2: Quavo]
I know exactly what Meek talkin' bout
I took your basic ass ho and then I nut on her mouth
Broke n***as you can stand to the left
Rich n***as to the right with their pistols out
Playin' with a cat, got her whiskers out
Got 'Rari's and Bentleys, and Fiskers out
Hold up, what the fuck this n***a talkin' bout?
Yo, Takeoff, pull the Mac-11 out
Young n***as wylin', 12 o'clock on a Friday
Pull up like Big Worm, I want my money Friday
And you can have your basic bitches
Because my hoes' siddity with fat ass and titties

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
Takeoff, I make the work disappear like a magician
Take that envy then stand in the kitchen, whip me up a chicken
I beat that pot like a chemist, money bat-bat like it's tennis
And free my n***as in penitentiaries, they locked in the system
I pray the Lord is my witness, n***a, I'm stackin' them benjis
Ever since they killed Pistol Pete my n***a, I turned to a menace
And all these diamonds around my neck, I put on two of them chinchillas
Drop my top in the winter, cash out at the Beverly Center
Go to my jeweler out in Cuba, get diamonds below temperature
Double cup my muddy trouble, I'm an Actavis citizen
Bitches run around the lobby, boot 'em up, but no Timberlands
Your bitch pull up to my trap with no call
Like football she get penalties
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