And she mess with Louie
I heard she fuck with Benji
She know that he be with me
Acting like a groupie
I let her Jimmy Choo me
Her shoes be Giuseppe
Mines be D Square
Double straps on 'em
Nine hundred a pair
Yeah, nominate me grinder of the year
'Cause I be up early in the morning, tryna grind me up a square
Just to get that dough, lil' Marc' set go
Tryna move them O's like tic tac toe
When I see them hoes, they be all tryna go
Joey ass niggas, they be all tryna roll
But we don't move D, we just move with the heat
Live by the gun in the cold of the streets
Supposed to make it hot, not cold in the streets
Same niggas running 'round, they done told in the streets
But this is the life, what it's like
By any means necessary
I'ma go and get it then retire like I never wear
So it's 2012 for you rappers, put a end to 'em
Scorpio flamer, Mortal Kombat, finish him
If I set this stage on fire
Game spitter, flame spitter
Lame niggas couldn't bang with us or hang with us
The same niggas went against me tryna partner shit now
Cold enemies on that partner shit now
'Cause they know I go hard as a tombstone
Any sign of disrespect, now you in the goon zone
Everywhere you see me at, know I got that tool on
Make a nigga sound good like that auto-tune on
Labels keep calling, they worser than my bitches
Rappers speak my name, I said they worser than these snitches
This is the blueprint, beginning of some new shit
But nah, this ain't Jay-Z, it's Meek Milly, baby
Louie belt, V-neck, chilling in my AP
And dog, I go crazy like I got rabies
I'm the man in my city
If you ask around the town, they say nobody fucking with me
You got so many diamonds
You wear all the finest clothes
And your grill is shining
As you're driving down the streets of gold
But you can't blame me
If I set this stage on fire
