[Intro]
(Yeah, Eyesaac, what up) Yeah
I got, like, motherfuckin'
Six hundred on my wrist and 'bout two-seventy on my neck
(Drama)
Yeah, let's get it (Yo, Nick Papz, make it slap)

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
Let this bitch hold my Bentley, I ain't seen it in months
I've been drippin' sauce lately, they've been eatin' it up
One point two, spend two hundred, we gon' even it up
Send 'em through, get them birdies, we gon' season em up, hey
Break the bank, n***a gon' break the bank
New Fеrrari on the strip, they said we can't
Brеak the bank, n***a gon' break the bank
VVSs drippin' off me like a sink

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
I be in the trenches, all my ice on, yeah
All these pointers, we don't need the lights on, yeah
I can't trust these n***as 'cause they pythons, yeah
Any time you see me, got that pipe on, yeah, ooh
I'm so rich, ain't got no safe
All these n***as know we don't play
Smoke that boy, he in my way
You don't hussle, don't get no play
Doin' a backflip off the yacht
Fuckin' 'em up while MIA
I give a fuck about who you shot
N***as'll put your head on a plate
N***as'll put your brain on the curb, I give them with the word
N***as ain't got me chopped and screwed, sippin' and serve
Excuse me, bitch, don't mean to be rude, but I gotta curve
Got some work, I'm makin' them moves and I got a perp
Big bank shawty, I got .40 on my hip
Forty in my pockets at the 4040 lit (We lit)
I stay in my lane on some Tory, Tory shit
I got foreigns I can't locate 'cause I'm really, really rich
[Chorus: Meek Mill]
Let this bitch hold my Bentley, I ain't seen it in months
I've been drippin' sauce lately, they've been eatin' it up
One point two, spend two hundred, we gon' even it up
Send 'em through, get them birdies, we gon' season 'em up, hey
Break the bank, n***a gon' break the bank
New Ferrari on the strip, they said we can't
Break the bank, n***a gon' break the bank
VVSs drippin' off me like a sink

[Verse 2: Tafia]
Bring them racks out, I'm gon' bring that pack out
Diamonds always hittin' (One, two), hit like Pacquiao
Got choppas on the east, on the west, I bring that MAC out
Told her call me street 'cause I got lights that never black out
Thirty on me with a duffle bag
With like two chains like 2 Chainz
If I save your number on this trap phone
I use context, I don't do names
Fuck n***a, I'm still trappin'
Thumbin' through all these blue thangs
I be wantin' to go back lowkey
But that lowkey shit don't feel the same
Trappin' out a foreign, got backend money
You still gettin' fronted, I graduated
Assault rifle with a hundred
Every charge I get come with aggravated (Uh-huh)
I jumped out runnin' sprints after that stretch (Uh-huh)
Scooped yo bitch up in a Lamb' and got her wet
You n***as only lit 'cause you got a rap check
You hot-ass n***as need to go get a rat check, ayy
Meek be in the hood, ain't get a chain snatched yet
If a ring missin', we gon' ring your block with fifty TECs, n***a
[Chorus: Meek Mill]
Let this bitch hold my Bentley, I ain't seen it in months
I've been drippin' sauce lately, they've been eatin' it up
One point two, spend two hundred, we gon' even it up
Send 'em through, get them birdies, we gon' season 'em up, hey
Break the bank, n***a gon' break the bank
New Ferrari on the strip, they said we can't
Break the bank, n***a gon' break the bank
VVSs drippin' off me like a sink