[Intro]
Young n***a, pass, n***a slatt (Brrt)

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
I fell in love with this money shit
Got in the game and I'm lovin' it
I gotta pray like a hunnid times
I can't believe how it's comin' in
I got the Patek, the Richard Mille
Bustdown Rollie, AP, and the Skeleton
And I just jumped out the Cullinan
And I still got my soul, I ain't sellin' it
And I still got my pole, I ain't tuckin' it
N***as sayin' it's love, I know it's not
I just walked out the club with twenty thots
And they all 'bout to fuck me right on the spot
I just woke up this morning and bought a drop
'Bout to shit on these n***as, no Porta-Pot
I had to whip, then sellin' that water weight
Gotta get it all to 'em before it drop
I'ma keep it real with you before I lie
I'ma make like a billion 'fore I die
I've been keepin' that milli right on my side
When I go out to Philly, it's war outside
I've been layin' low, blowin' this cash, lately
I done spent like a mil' on Rodeo Drive
I heard my opps been mad lately
I was surprised he still alive
[Chorus: Meek Mill & Shy Glizzy]
None of these n***as can kill the vibe
None of these n***as can kill the vibe
Bodies gon' drop, they say it's smoke
It's crazy 'cause I'm on the killer's side
All of my n***as still slang dope
Deep in the jungle, they still alive
No situations, I ain't fooled
We 'bout to win, I can feel the vibe (Young Jefe Holmes)

[Verse 2: Shy Glizzy]
We 'bout to win, and I feel the vibes (Ah)
Pray that I look in my killer eyes (Ah)
How he ran, he still alive? (What?)
We steady screamin' out "Free the guys" (What? What?)
I went from a million top five (Top five)
You know numbers they don't lie (No sir)
No I can't beef with these broke guys
Our mobs that they gon' die (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm a rich n***a, wrist, call me six figures (Ice)
Eenie meenie miney mo, I choose a bitch, she get litter (Get lit)
Certified Glizzy, yeah I like to scratch n***as (God damn)
But who are you to say that I won't be the next trigger (God damn, God damn)
Now let me tell you 'bout myself
Yeah I'm the big boss if you didn't know (Boss)
And even before I had a check, I was pullin' up with them different hoes (Uh-huh)
I bet you have love for the opps but that ain't the way they see me though (Ah)
I hit the opp block, hop out with that Glock and the finger roll (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
[Chorus: Meek Mill]
None of these n***as can kill the vibe
None of these n***as can kill the vibe
Bodies gon' drop, they say it's smoke
It's crazy 'cause I'm on the killer's side
All of my n***as still slang dope
Deep in the jungle, they still alive
No situations, I ain't fooled
We 'bout to win, I can feel the vibe, damn