Meek Mill - Lean With It Lyrics
Uh, In the kitchen going H.A.M again*****ing with them birds like Cam and themI'll tell you whats the word when the tan is inWe them niggas on the curb with them hammers inWhole brick, throw it on the triple beamIf it get hectic we gon stretch it like a limousineAin't no crutching if I touch it then its Mr. CleanI be reppin in your section, me and my nigga DeanGhost boy in the ghost niggaI burn bread I ain't talking toast niggaWhole team of killers, im the coach DiggerPresidential on my wrist now take your votes niggaRookie of the year, cookies in the rearI got some bad *****es that will get it thereIf you dont wanna get it we gon send them thereIf its heavy then O' Melly comin in the learBrick Squad like Wack and themIf its gucci like D. Howard I get a block for themI dont touch it I just leave it up to Tak and themNiggas started, was a drought but we was poppin' then[Hook]Lean wit it, Rock wit itThrow some bak up in the pot wit itMicrowave or we gon pot whip itWhen it get right we drop that ice and make it lock wit itI tell themLean wit it, Rock wit itThrow some bak up in the pot wit itMicrowave or we gon pot whip itWhen it get right we drop that ice and make it lock wit it[Verse 2: Meek Mill]I made a million off a mixtape, nigga get your shit straightIm selling that raw shit, you sellin that whip weightCookin up a whole bird until I make my wrist acheWhen I pulled up to the club you should've seen your ***** faceUgh, 50 cash in my pocket, nigga I got your stash in my pocketIm Blowin' Money Fast in my pocketI said its lookin like I got Nicki ass in my pocketTalkin ass ass ass ass all I get is cash cashClub LIV my last tag, I could've bought a fast JagThe way these *****es waving at me you would've thought a cab pastNo wonder why you hatin' on me nigga wit your mad assRolee on me cost a whole brickKillers with me ain't got no picsThese groupie *****es ain't got no senseSo we make a movie on them *****es, no script[Hook][Verse 3: Meek Mill]36 treat it like a dirty *****Cause I hit it then I send it to the other stripCall me anything, don't call me by my governmentCause when I'm out here in the jungle we be selling bricksHalf these niggas in my hood be on some telling shitWe be on some if u snitchin' crack your melon shitIf I ain't rockin' with the Smith its Parabellum shitPapi bring them on the boat he know we selling shitLean wit it, rock wit it, posted Mac 11 in the lot wit it750 getting busy wit a box in itSo when they pull us over they dont find them Glocks in it[Hook]
