[Verse 1: Meek Mill]

Woo! I'm on my way to an island

And I'm popping shit at the pilot (fly shit only)

Niggas be broke and be starving

But still talking shit like they violent (niggas is broke)

They said that they honest, talk money

These niggas gon' say that they got it

Get it now boy, the key to success

And these niggas gon' blame it on Khaled

They don't want to see you win (they don't)

They don't want to see the Wraith (no)

You don't want to see your bitch caught up in the stars

Like she's outer space

Mansion at the condo, condo at the mansion and I'm running out of space

Tell your homie, keep on coming out his mouth, I'm sending somethin' round his way

Niggas barely getting lawyer money

Better get some Sig Sauer money

Running 'round like you Superman

Don't be selfish, get your mom insurance money (hah!)

'Cause I'm the one to put it on your money

I'm the one that make it happen it to you

Niggas with you f**k around and do it for me



[Hook: Tory Lanez]

Hopped in the Wraith and I bought it, it's litty again

Fly out the piff and the tropic, it's litty again

All of my partners is poppin', you know that we litty again

All of the fours on Collins, you know that we litty again

They don't want to see the squad

They don't want to see the Wraith

They don't want to see your bitch up in the stars like she going outer space

Litty again, litty again

I got it we litty again

Litty again, litty again

I got it, we did it, we litty again

[Verse 2: Tory Lanez]

Feature money out the safe

Went and brought a Wraith

Brought it down Collins

Niggas talking like they want it, when we in the city they don't want problems

Niggas said they gon' rob us

But nigga we coming for welfare

A shooter money when I pull it out of you

Catch a bullet like a NFL player

Should've known it was litty

When bitches start lying on my dick

Lie on that pussy like I hit

Can't even be a side, side bitch

I'm hittin' 9s, 10s and you ain't even looking like you a 5

Roll bitches trying to do it for Twitter

When they used to do it for Vine

I'm the man of the hour, I'm the nigga with the airtime

Rolls Royce Wraith

Put your bitch up in the stars like she in the airline

Niggas talking 'bout my hair line

I laugh about it, I be feelin' them

See, we both be making M's

They be making memes, I be making millions

I just counted up a Quentin Miller

A QM, that's a quarter milli

They don't wanna see Jae drop "6 Fly"

Private when he go to Philly

Funny money, yeah I know it's silly

But your hoe feel me when I pull up and I got a pour a whole four on it

I promise she gon' know it's litty, motherf**ker, yeah



[Hook: Tory Lanez]

Hopped in the Wraith and I bought it, it's litty again

Fly out the piff and the tropic, it's litty again

All of my partners is poppin', you know that we litty again

All of the fours on Collins, you know that we litty again

They don't want to see the squad

They don't want to see the Wraith

They don't want to see your bitch up in the stars like she going outer space

Litty again, litty again

I got it we litty again

Litty again, litty again

I got it, we did it, we litty again



[Verse 3: Meek Mill]

All of my niggas is way up

These niggas is haters, I know that they haters (f**kers)

I score your bitch like a lay up

I make a mil' like a layup

I pop a pill just to stay up

I sip the lean just to slow it up

I'm with my team and we going up

All these foreigns, they know it's us

Whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it

Like the coco when we mix the soda up

Perfect timing and we're blowing up

f**k it, I'ma light the Rollie up

Shawty f**king for Chanel

I ain't tripping, that's a coconut

Push the ride to the motor bus

Stack the paper fill the sofa up

Lie on that paper, I am not slacking, I stay on that paper

I feel like it's a restraining order on that money 'cause y'all stay away from that paper

I know some niggas that used to be balling but know they all feeling a way 'bout this paper

I be spending hundred, hundred, hundred, after hundred

They thought I was making this paper

f**kin' it good, I be raping this paper

Shit I might as well get married to money

I marry Nicki, still married to money

She rich as Mariah, I carry the money

And f**k a deposit, I bury the money

(Bury the mills) I bury the money

It hang out my pocket, embarrasing money

I act like I ain't used to having this money



[Hook: Tory Lanez]

Hopped in the Wraith and I bought it, it's litty again

Fly out the piff and the tropic, it's litty again

All of my partners is poppin', you know that we litty again

All of the fours on Collins, you know that we litty again

They don't want to see the squad

They don't want to see the Wraith

They don't want to see your bitch up in the stars like she going outer space

Litty again, litty again

I got it we litty again

Litty again, litty again

I got it, we did it, we litty again