Litty (feat. Tory Lanez)

Woo! I'm on my way to an island

And I'm popping shit at the pilot (Fly shit only)

Niggas be broke and be starving

But still talking shit like they violent (Niggas is broke)

They said that they honest, talk money

These niggas gon' say that they got it (Huh?)

Get knocked with the key to success

And these niggas gon' blame it on Khaled

They don't want to see you win (They don't)

They don't want to see the Wraith (No)

You don't want to see your bitch

Caught up in the stars like she outer space

Mansion after condo, condo after mansion

And I'm running out of space

Tell your homie, keep on coming out his mouth

I'm sending somethin' round his way

Niggas barely getting lawyer money

Better get some Sig Sauer money

Running 'round like you Superman

Don't be selfish, get your mom insurance money (Ha)

'Cause I'm the one to put it on your money

I'm the one that make it happen it to you

Niggas with you fuck around and do it for me

Hopped in the Wraith and I bought it, it's litty again

Fly out the piff and the tropic, it's litty again

All of my partners is poppin', you know that we litty again

All of the foreigns on Collins, you know that we litty again

They don't want to see the squad

They don't want to see the Wraith

They don't want to see your bitch up in the stars

Like she going outer space

Litty again, litty again

I got it, we litty again

Litty again, litty again

I got it, we did it, we litty again

Feature money out the safe

Went and brought a Wraith, brought it down Collins

Niggas talking like they want it

When we in the city, they don't want problems

Niggas said they gon' rob us

But nigga, we coming from welfare

I shoot a movie, when I pull it have you

Catch a bullet like a NFL player

Should've known it was litty

When bitches start lying on my dick

Lie on that pussy like I hit

Can't even be a side, side bitch

I'm hittin' 9s, 10s

And you ain't even looking like you a 5

Broke bitches trying to do it for Twitter

When they used to do it for Vine, whoa

I'm the man of the hour

I'm the nigga with the airtime

Rolls Royce Wraith

Put your bitch up in the stars like she in the airline

Niggas talking 'bout my hair line

I laugh about it, I be feelin' them

See, we both be making M's

They be making memes, I be making millions

I just counted up a Quentin Miller

A QM, that's a quarter milli

They don't wanna see Jae drop "6 Fly" Private

When I go to Philly

Funny money, yeah I know it's silly

But your hoe feel me when I pull up

And I got a pour a whole four on it

I promise she gon' know it's litty, motherfucker, yeah

Hopped in the Wraith and I bought it, it's litty again

Fly out the piff and the tropic, it's litty again

All of my partners is poppin', you know that we litty again

All of the foreigns on Collins, you know that we litty again

They don't want to see the squad

They don't want to see the Wraith

They don't want to see your bitch up in the stars

Like she going outer space

Litty again, litty again

I got it, we litty again

Litty again, litty again

I got it, we did it, we litty again

[Meek Mill]

All of my niggas is way up

These niggas is haters, I know that they haters (Suckers)

I score your bitch like a lay up (Score)

I make a mil' like a layup (More)

I pop a pill just to stay up (Woo)

I sip the lean just to slow it up (Slow it up)

I'm with my team and we goin' up (Goin' up)

All of these foreigns, they know it's us

Whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it

Like the coco when we mix the soda up

Perfect timing and we're blowing up

Fuck it, I'ma light the Rollie up

Shawty fucking for Chanel

I ain't tripping, that's a coconut

Push the 'Rari to the motor bus

Stack the paper, fill the sofa up

Lie on that paper

I am not slacking, I stay on that paper

I feel like it's a restraining order on that money

'Cause y'all stay away from that paper

I know some niggas that used to be balling

But know they all feeling a way 'bout this paper

I be spending hundred, hundred, hundred after hundred

They thought I was making this paper

Fuckin' it good, I be raping this paper

Shit, I might as well get married to money

I marry Nicki, still married to money

She rich as Mariah, I carry the money

And fuck a deposit, I bury the money (Bury the mills)

I bag the money

It hang out my pocket, embarrasing money

I act like I ain't used to having this money, ho!

Hopped in the Wraith and I bought it, it's litty again

Fly out the piff and the tropic, it's litty again

All of my partners is poppin', you know that we litty again

All of the foriegns on Collins, you know that we litty again

They don't want to see the squad

They don't want to see the Wraith

They don't want to see your bitch up in the stars

Like she going outer space

Litty again, litty again

I got it, we litty again

Litty again, litty again

I got it, we did it, we litty again