Classic (feat. Swizz Beatz) (Explicit)

Classic(feat. Swizz Beatz) (Explicit) - Meek Mill/Swizz Beatz

Woo It's hot outside man

Meek Millys coming daddy

Hundred for the walkthrough I'm not who you talk to

Drive by and wet you up ni**a that's a carpool

Spitting all this hot sh*t every single bar cool

Diamonds in the rollie face animated cartoon

Call me Meek Milly I don't play that sh*t

Got me on my nappy braids before the Maybach clique

Riding in the wheels of fortune Pat Sajak sh*t

And all I rock is Balmain like I made that sh*t

I've been front row fashion week looking like I'm in the show

Sitting in the foreign leather softer than a dinner roll

Make a movie on your b**ch tell her friend to get a role

You thought she was innocent we laughing like she been a ho

Jumpin' out them Benzos meet yo b**ch in the friend zone

She told you I was friendzoned what I'm in the endzone

Touchdown with a 2 point conversion give her that dick long

She busting like the clip long uber to send your b**ch home ni**a

It's hot outside it's Meek Milly season

I got a fever b**ch

Hot outside I got a fever b**ch

Feeling sick I got a fever b**ch

In these philly streets situations is

Police ain't respecting the youth and

The youth ain't respecting the truth and

The Glock 9 on me in the booth and

All I talk is that real sh*t the truth and

The money turned your b**ch into a gold digger

The money got me feeling like the old Jigga

And Jigga even told me you a cold ni**a

They ain't believe me I was broke but I showed niggas

And I told niggas that I would expose niggas

Went to buy a pair of sneaks landed at the Royce dealer

Brand new paper tag haters never made me mad

You can ask your baby momma I'm flyer than her baby dad

Looking at my neck what that cost Hundred-eighty cash

Looking at my b**ch she remind me of a Stacey Dash

We was selling rock before Kareem Biggs Damon Dash

Oh you think you fly with your lil' Dream Chasin' a**

We don't chase b**ches we chase money and that D'ussé

Cause when you get money the hoes do whatever you say

Riding in a drop head Phantom with the toupee

And if you're just hearing this then it's probably too late

I got a fever b**ch

Hot outside I got a fever b**ch

Feeling sick I got a fever b**ch

In these philly streets situations is

Police ain't respecting the youth and

The youth ain't respecting the truth and

The Glock 9 on me in the booth and

All I talk is that real sh*t the truth and

Meek Milly Mack Milly

Get smacked silly come to Philly

Come see it live in direct

You know it God dammit