[Produced by Cardo]

[Intro: Meek Mill]
See I don't even knock these hoes
They don't know no better
For now on I'm gona start judging you bitches off the n***as you fucking
You hoes don't know no rock from no diamond
It's levels

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
I remember smoking dope and fucking hoes
Dodging d's and poppin' pistols on the corner sellin' o's
For the love of Birkin bitches sellin' souls
Now I wake up and I fuck my dream girl and tell her whoa
Know no better, bitch don't know no better
Runnin' round town with these lame ass n***as
She don't know no better, know no better
N***a don't know no better
Runnin' round talkin like he gonna rob me
He don't know no better

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
I'm with a chick from the hood named Kiki
And she a bad girl like Riri
And she gon' bust it open for a real n***a
Fuck her on a perc now that ho tryna keep me
Pimpin ain't easy, no I see more she like feed me
I tell my jeweler to freeze me
Diamonds they dancing the bezel C Breezy, hol' up
Flawgin' what you think, I be driving to the bank
And my queens n***as spent 200,000 on the tank
So it's bulletproof when I roll through n***a
Everytime I come through n***a
I put a lion in the front and a camel in the back
Shit my party was a zoo n***a
You don't even have a clue n***a
You don't know no better
Tryna snatch my chain catch a whole full clip in your polo sweater
I'm a cold go go getter, that's your ho then go get her
Before she end up with some real n***as like us, she ain't bad, won't touch' her
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up
[Chorus: Meek Mill]
I remember smoking dope and fucking hoes
Dodging d's and poppin' pistols on the corner sellin' o's
For the love of Birkin bitches sellin' souls
Now I wake up and I fuck my dream girl and tell her whoa
Know no better, bitch don't know no better
Runnin' round town with these lame ass n***as
She don't know no better, know no better
N***a don't know no better
Runnin' round talkin like he gonna rob me
He don't know no better

[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
Wake up in the morning and I'm looking at [a mountain]
Young n***a 5 million dollar house
Still on that hood shit fucked around misplaced a whole million dollars
Fired my accountant
Bitch want a bag what you gon do for it
Meek she gotta fuck me or fuck you for it
Ho fucking up the brand, she don’t know no better
Fuck a real n***a it don't get no better
No stones on the Rollie theres a new sky dweller
D.C. C.M.G. we're the new Rockafella
Two doors on the ghost with the stars in the ceiling
Pay attention gotta school these n***as
Fuck a lame n***a then you a lame bitch
Let me give you the game
[Flawgin' ass] n***as keep gold digging bitches
Cus they both looking for something they really the same
I can tell the money don't flow right
New [Lamb but you still got a note right]
Bitch bad on the Gram and you liking erry pic
But she still sleeping on the floor right
Pound, These hoes be acting up
Pound These n***as be green as fuck
Pound These n***as talkin' bout robbin' us
But tell them pussies we choppered up
(I AM!)
[Chorus: Meek Mill]
I remember smoking dope and fucking hoes
Dodging d's and poppin' pistols on the corner sellin' o's
For the love of Birkin bitches sellin' souls
Now I wake up and I fuck my dream girl and tell her whoa
Know no better, bitch don't know no better
Runnin' round town with these lame ass n***as
She don't know no better, know no better
N***a don't know no better
Runnin' round talkin like he gonna rob me
He don't know no better