Rick Ross, Meek Mill - Lyrical Eazy

Glock 4 a peezy, this shit too easy (Too easy)
These fuckin' rap niggas be talkin' to greasy (Too greasy)
Said smoke, well run up on me nigga, when you see me, pussy (Fuck 'em)
Murder on mind, I been up all night
Two bad bitches tryna fuck all night
Heard we was in the club, he had to duck all night
I told him, catch him at the later, I shoot his truck on seight
Niggas ain't got it (Got it), niggas ain't 'bout it ('Bout it)
Hunnid cash, large black card in my pocket (Pocket)
Rose gold Richie' (Richie'), I don't need a rocket (Never)
Brand new Benz for what? 'Cause I ain't even drive it
Nigga, this how I'm respondin', I'm like, y'all ain't even pop it
'Cause we've been mobbin', flyin' private, different hours
And I ain't lyin', I got this money shit to a science
Got your baby momma in the Bahamas actin' different and she