[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
A#m
Woo! I’m on my way to an island
Fm A#m
And I’m popping shit at the pilot (Fly shit only)
Fm
Niggas be broke and be starving
A#m
But still talking shit like they violent (Niggas is broke)
Fm
They said that they honest, talk money
A#m
These niggas gon’ say that they got it (Huh?)
Fm
Get knocked with the key to success
A#m
And these niggas gon’ blame it on Khaled
A#m
They don’t want to see you win (They don’t)
Fm
They don’t want to see the Wraith (No)
A#m
You don’t want to see your bitch
Fm
Caught up in the stars like she outer space
A#m
Mansion after condo, condo after mansion
Fm
And I’m running out of space
A#m
Tell your homie, keep on coming out his mouth
Fm
I’m sending somethin’ round his way
A#m
Niggas barely getting lawyer money
Fm
Better get some Sig Sauer money
A#m
Running ‘round like you Superman
Fm
Don’t be selfish, get your mom insurance money (Ha)
A#m Fm
‘Cause I’m the one to put it on your money
A#m
I’m the one that make it happen it to you
Fm
Niggas with you fuck around and do it for me

[Hook: Tory Lanez]
A#m Fm
Hopped in the Wraith and I bought it, it’s litty again
A#m Fm
Fly out the piff and the tropic, it’s litty again
A#m Fm
All of my partners is poppin’, you know that we litty again
A#m Fm
All of the foreigns on Collins, you know that we litty again
A#m
They don’t want to see the squad
Fm
They don’t want to see the Wraith
A#m
They don’t want to see your bitch up in the stars
Fm
Like she going outer space
A#m
Litty again, litty again
Fm
I got it, we litty again
A#m
Litty again, litty again
Fm
I got it, we did it, we litty again

[Verse 2: Tory Lanez]
A#m
Feature money out the safe
Fm
Went and brought a Wraith, brought it down Collins
A#m
Niggas talking like they want it
Fm
When we in the city, they don’t want problems
A#m
Niggas said they gon’ rob us
Fm
But nigga, we coming from welfare
A#m
I shoot a movie, when I pull it have you
Fm
Catch a bullet like a NFL player
A#m
Should’ve known it was litty
Fm
When bitches start lying on my dick
A#m
Lie on that pussy like I hit
Fm
Can’t even be a side, side bitch
A#m
I’m hittin’ 9s, 10s
Fm
And you ain’t even looking like you a 5
A#m
Broke bitches trying to do it for Twitter
Fm
When they used to do it for Vine, whoa
A#m
I’m the man of the hour
Fm
I’m the nigga with the airtime
A#m
Rolls Royce Wraith
N.C
Put your bitch up in the stars like she in the airline
A#m
Niggas talking ‘bout my hair line
Fm
I laugh about it, I be feelin’ them
A#m
See, we both be making M’s
Fm
They be making memes, I be making millions
A#m
I just counted up a Quentin Miller
Fm
A QM, that’s a quarter milli
A#m
They don’t wanna see Jae drop “6”
Fm
Fly private when I go to Philly
A#m
Funny money, yeah I know it’s silly
Fm
But your hoe feel me when I pull up
A#m
And I got a pour a whole four on it
Fm
I promise she gon’ know it’s litty, motherfucker, yeah

[Hook: Tory Lanez]
A#m Fm
Hopped in the Wraith and I bought it, it’s litty again
A#m Fm
Fly out the piff and the tropic, it’s litty again
A#m Fm
All of my partners is poppin’, you know that we litty again
A#m Fm
All of the foreigns on Collins, you know that we litty again
A#m
They don’t want to see the squad
Fm
They don’t want to see the Wraith
A#m
They don’t want to see your bitch up in the stars
Fm
Like she going outer space
A#m
Litty again, litty again
Fm
I got it, we litty again
A#m
Litty again, litty again
Fm
I got it, we did it, we litty again

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
A#m
All of my niggas is way up
Fm
These niggas is haters, I know that they hate us (Suckers)
A#m
I score your bitch like a lay up (Score)
Fm
I make a mil’ like a layup (More)
A#m
I pop a pill just to stay up (Woo)
Fm
I sip the lean just to slow it up (Slow it up)
A#m
I’m with my team and we goin’ up (Goin’ up)
Fm
All of these foreigns, they know it’s us
A#m
Whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it
Fm
Like the coco when we mix the soda up
A#m
Perfect timing and we’re blowing up
Fm
Fuck it, I’ma light the Rollie up
A#m
Shawty fucking for Chanel
Fm
I ain’t tripping, that’s a coconut
A#m
Push the ‘Rari ‘till the motor bust
Fm
Stack the paper, fill the sofa up
A#m
Lie on that paper
Fm
I am not slacking, I stay on that paper
A#m
I feel like it’s a restraining order on that money
Fm
‘Cause y’all stay away from that paper
A#m
I know some niggas that used to be balling
Fm
But know they all feeling a way ‘bout this paper
A#m
I be spending hundred, hundred, hundred after hundred
Fm
They thought I was making this paper
A#m
Fuckin’ it good, I be raping this paper
Fm
Shit, I might as well get married to money
A#m
I marry Nicki, still married to money
Fm
She rich as Mariah, I carry the money
A#m
And fuck a deposit, I bury the money (Bury the mills)
Fm
I bag the money
A#m
Ithang out my pocket, embarrasing money
Fm
I act like I ain’t used to having this money, ho!

[Hook: Tory Lanez]
A#m Fm
Hopped in the Wraith and I bought it, it’s litty again
A#m Fm
Fly out the piff and the tropic, it’s litty again
A#m Fm
All of my partners is poppin’, you know that we litty again
A#m Fm
All of the foreigns on Collins, you know that we litty again
A#m
They don’t want to see the squad
Fm
They don’t want to see the Wraith
A#m
They don’t want to see your bitch up in the stars
Fm
Like she going outer space
A#m
Litty again, litty again
Fm
I got it, we litty again
A#m
Litty again, litty again
Fm
I got it, we did it, we litty again