[verse 1]
 uh, in the kitchen goin ham again
 fuckin' with dem birds like cam and dem
 i'll tell you what's the word when the tan is in
 we dem niggas on the curb with dem hammers and
 whole brick throw it on a triple beam
 it get hectic we gon' stretch it like a limousine
 ain't no question if i touch it then it's mr.clean
 i be reppin in yo' section me my nigga keem
 ghost boys, in a ghost nigga
 i burn bread i ain't talkin toast nigga
 whole team of killers, i'm the coach nigga
 presidential on my wrist, now take ya votes nigga
 rookie of the year, cookies in the rear
 i got some bad bitches that'll get it there
 if you don't wanna get it we gon send 'em there
 if it's heavy then omelly comin in a lear
 bricksquad, like waka and dem
 if its gucci like d.howard get a block for dem
 i don't touch i just leave it up to tock and dem
 meek mill started wasn't chopper we was poppin den

[hook]
 lean wit it, rock wit it
 throw some bake up in the pot wit it
 microwave or we gon we gon pop whip it
 when it get right we drop that ice and make it lock wit it
 i tell em lean wit it, rock wit it
 throw some bake up in the pot wit it
 microwave or we gon we gon pop whip it
 when it get right we drop that ice and make it lock wit it, ughh!

[verse 2]
 i made a million off a mixtape
 i'm sellin that raw shit, you sellin that whip weight
 cookin' up a whole bird until i make my wrist ache
 when i pulled up to the club you should've seen ya bitch face, ughh!
 fitfy cash in my pocket
 nigga, i got the stash in my pocket
 i'm blowin money fast in my pocket
 said its lookin like i got nicki ass in my pocket
 talkin ass ass ass ass, all i get is cash cash
 club lit my last tag, could've bought a fast jag
 the way these bitches wavin' at me, you would think a cab passed
 wondered why u hatin on me, nigga wit 'cho mad ass
 rollie on me cost a whole brick
 killers with me ain't go no pics
 these groupie bitches ain't got no sense
 so we make a movie on dem bitches no script

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[verse 3]
 thirty-six treat it like a dirty bitch
 cuz i hit it and then send it to the other strip
 call me anything don't call me by my government
 cuz when i'm out 'chea in the jungle we be sellin bricks
 half these niggas in my hood be on some tellin shit
 we be on some if you snitchin crack ya melon shit
 if i ain't rockin with the smith its parabellum shit
 papi bring 'em on the boat they know we sellin shit
 lean wit it, rock wit it
 posted mac. 11 in the lot wit it
 seven fifty gettin' busy wit a box in it
 so when they pull us over they don't find dem glocks in it

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