Me (FWM)

(Explicit) - Meek Mill/A$AP Ferg

Lyrics by：Robert Williams/Darold Brown/Matthew Samuels/Stephanie Martin/Todd Anthony Shaw/Jonathan Smith/Sammie Norris

F**kin' with me n***as ain't f**kin' with me n***as ain't f**kin'

N***as ain't f**kin' with me you n***as

Ain't f**kin' with me woah woah

Woah woah woah woah

Woah woah woah woah

Drop yeah

Flew her out on the first flight

Got that p***y the first night

N***as say it's war then it's on sight gang gang brrt

Walk in this b***h with all this ice

I could've came through in a

'Rari but hit the hood on my dirt bike yeah man

Countin' these bands up been f**kin'

My hands up f**k it up

I was in paris I pay for the drill

Hit your mans up brrt

Big glock 40 on the hipline hold

My pants up hold it up

She was confused like how you the

Goat in a lamb' truck she like what

F**kin' this tall b***h

From the back say stand up woo

Then put your motherf**kin' face down a*s up

N***a been rich too long for makin'

These songs my n***a it's past luck

F**kin' this b***h too long

She offered a threesome and I just passed up

She wanna go in the 'rari too small

I wanna rip in the wraith let's go

I wanna look at the stars

Stars like I was hittin' in space yeah

N***a how you get back home how he get back

Take a look at his case check him out

Said her period's on what happened

I put it on her face

N***as ain't f**kin' with me

You n***as ain't f**kin' with me

Yeah yeah harlem

N***as ain't f**kin' with me

N***as ain't f**kin' with me

Meek mill what up

Twenty bad b***hes goin'

Up with the gang they f**kin' for free ooh ooh

You call her phone I call her

Phone she comin' to me yeah

Got a boss b***h dominican

Slim with the buns cinnamon

Friend got the cake like entenmann's

East coast b***h in timberlands yeah

Dip with the set like killa cam

Hop on a jet and we get a tan

Like mortal kombat when she throw

It back her friends like finish him right

Run up gon' flex huh

It look like I'm looting in

My closet with the baguettes huh

I just hit will up with a deposit

Yeah fill up my neck huh

Lookin' like light bugs sittin'

On my collar right

We been stressed huh pull up with a mink

Look like I am chewbacca

Blocka blocka turned to shottas if them

Coppers try to pop us ferg

Then go sit at John and vinny's

Have some pasta with some mobsters yeah

Swervin' through philly I'm hangin'

With billies and nobody really can stop us woo

Bia bia we throw dollars got your

Bia p***y poppin' like

Bia bia why you actin' like a ho like a ho

Bia bia why you actin' like a ho like a ho

Bia bia get yo' eyes up off my dough off

My dough

Bia bia get yo' eyes up off my dough off

My dough that's right

N***as ain't f**kin' with me

You n***as ain't f**kin' with me

N***as ain't f**kin'

N***as ain't f**kin' with me n***as

Ain't f**kin' with me they can't touch us

Twenty bad b***hes goin' up with

The gang they f**kin' for free

F**kin' for free

You call her phone I call her phone she comin' to me

Bia bia

F**kin' this bad b***h from the

Projects her name tia

Head was good the best on earth like

Russ and bia

N***a asked me did I see her but

I ain't see her

But I did 'cause she was tucked In

The fahina

Spanish b***hes goin' up like la marina

She a hot girl and I'm hot too jalapeño

We sell work and she wan' work 'cause she a pinger

We gon' serve that lil' b***h

Gang gang gang gang gang

Gang gang gang gang gang