Prolli

[Intro: Meek Mill]
Conway
Conway, Flamers
And he say (I, I, I, I, I)
Get 'em, get 'em
Get 'em (I got 'em)
Get 'em (I got 'em)
Get 'em (I got 'em)
Get 'em
I, I, I, I

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
And I be probably with your bitch (Hey), probably in the whip
Probably riding through the strip in the Impala '96
Purple label on my sweater, and it's Prada on my kicks
You know she probably on my dick because I'm probably the shit
And I'm like, what it's hitting for? Shawty, what it's hitting for?
Yo, what it's hitting for? Shawty, what it's hitting for?
Baby, I'll give you what you need
You don't need to learn your alphabet to know that I'm a G
Cause we ball 'til we fall, spend it just like we print it
Ain't no tricking if you ain't got it, we got it, so come and get it
Ayo, what it's hitting for? Shawty, what it's hitting for?
What it's hitting for? Shawty, what it's hitting for?

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Swag on a hundred (Hundred), jewels on bling
Every time I does they know I do's my thing
I'm so fly like without no wings
Got your bitch trying to slide like she on "Soul Train" (Hoo!)
First pop bottles and then we pop models (Models)
Husky 550 black 'Lac with the goggles
Shit I got these bitches trying to hit me like the lotto
Cause they heard I'm throwing numbers
Tell me get them then I got them (I got 'em)
Got 'em, I'ma get 'em, my niggas gon' hit 'em
Change hoes like they clothes, then every day, I'ma switch 'em
Cole Hamels, I'ma pitch you, my niggas gon' home-run 'em (Run 'em)
Strike them three times, I probably ain't gon' want them, ha!

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
And I be probably with your bitch (Hey), probably in the whip
Probably riding through the strip in the Impala '96
Purple label on my sweater, and it's Prada on my kicks
You know she probably on my dick because I'm probably the shit
And I'm like, what it's hitting for? Shawty, what it's hitting for?
Yo, what it's hitting for? Shawty, what it's hitting for?
Baby, I'll give you what you need
You don't need to learn your alphabet to know that I'm a G
'Cause we ball 'til we fall, spend it just like we print it
It ain't tricking if you ain't got it, we got it, so come and get it
Ayo, what it's hitting for? Shawty, what it's hitting for?
What it's hitting for? Shawty, what it's hitting for?

[Verse 2: Oschino]
Ugh, Lamborghini low, I got that Polo on my shirt
I tell that bitch "Goodbye" if she ain't fucking on the first...
Date, skate, I'm the nigga with the cake
I need a young'un' with a wet mouth that love to suck snake
Crib super big and the whip is super fast
I'm a super-duper star, I need a bitch, super bad
What it's hitting for? Shawty, what it's hitting for?
I could leave you wet like a mopped-up kitchen floor
Big money, big boys, all we like is big shit
Pockets full of Bisquick, wrist on some sick shit
Boss, floss like he fighting gingivitis
Everything I touch turn gold—King Midas

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
And I be probably with your bitch (Hey), probably in the whip
Probably riding through the strip in the Impala '96
Purple label on my sweater, and it's Prada on my kicks
You know she probably on my dick because I'm probably the shit
And I'm like, what it's hitting for? Shawty, what it's hitting for?
Yo, what it's hitting for? Shawty, what it's hitting for?
Baby, I'll give you what you need
You don't need to learn your alphabet to know that I'm a G
'Cause we ball 'til we fall, spend it just like we print it
It ain't tricking if you ain't got it, we got it, so come and get it
Ayo, what it's hitting for? Shawty, what it's hitting for?
What it's hitting for? Shawty, what it's hitting for? (Yeah)

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
I say Osama to Obama (Bomber), the B don't get her
If P don't hit her, then something was wrong with her
I don't make love to her, I fuck her, I long-dick her
From the back of the back I hit it I'm home with it
'Cause I'm way better than Mayweather
She told me every time I'm in it, the pussy way wetter
I trade cheddar (Cha-ching)
What it's hitting for? Shawty what you sipping on
Patrón got me gone, bitch bad to the bone (Bad)
Probably with your bitch (Probably), probably in the whip
And if I got her on some shit you know she probably sucking dick (Sucking)
Purple label on my sweater, and it's Prada on my kicks
I got some diamonds on my wrist 'cause I be flyer than a bitch, like

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
And I be probably with your bitch (Hey), probably in the whip
Probably riding through the strip in the Impala '96
Purple label on my sweater, and it's Prada on my kicks
You know she probably on my dick because I'm probably the shit
And I'm like, what it's hitting for? Shawty, what it's hitting for?
Yo, what it's hitting for? Shawty, what it's hitting for?
Baby, I'll give you what you need
You don't need to learn your alphabet to know that I'm a G
Cause we ball 'til we fall, spend it just like we print it
It ain't tricking if you ain't got it, we got it, so come and get it
Ayo, what it's hitting for? Shawty, what it's hitting for?
What it's hitting for? Shawty, what it's hitting for?