Rich Porter Skit (feat. Meek Mill)

Feelin' like I'm Richard Porter, I'm really ballin'

Bad bitches got 'em calling, they really calling

My Rollie flooded like New Orleans, just like New Orleans

Ain't talking money, what you talking? Nigga what you talking?

My bitch probably wouldn't speak if you ain't talkin' money

Don't even talk to me if you ain't talkin' money

Ain't shit in life for free so we were talkin' money

You hear that sound? I think it's Benji, he talkin' to me

They got me feeling like Rich Porter, I got them hoes

Selling work we got them bricks, and got the most

If he ain't test it I don't trust em', he prolly told

Dimed out your homies, seen them statements, he got exposed

These niggas ratting and you fucking with these pussy niggas

I put these hoes up on the jet and bring that pussy with us

I bring that new thing through yo block, I see you looking nigga

36 up in the pot like what you cooking nigga?

Fish scale, I love the hustle, I'm 'bout my paper

And I'm fly as Alpo before he drop a statement

I knew I started getting money when I got them haters

Boy won't you go and kill yourself and just do God a favor

Don't you see a nigga ballin' like I'm Rayful Edmond (No snitching)

My DC shooter Fat Trel hold up that Mac-Eleven (Dem Bitches)

Nail me to the cross I swear I'll never testify (Never)

Never will, that Maybach murder got em' petrified

I'm hard to kill, I'm counting cake up with my finest bitch

Take off her makeup and she still look like a finalist

Top models, pop bottles, catch you bitches slipping

Do em' dirty that top dollar make a major difference

I bought another Phantom, cash count that at the dealer

It took an hour, fast money for us young niggas

Can't run around, marble statues in the front and back (Boss)

With no regard for the law, cause all I want is stacks

So fuck em' all