Classic (feat. Swizz Beatz)

Whoo!

It's hot outside, man

Meek Milly's comng, daddy

Hunnid for the walkthrough

I'm not who you talk to

Drive by'll wet you up

**** that's a carpool

Spitting all this hot shit

Every single bar cool

Diamonds in the Rollie face

Animated cartoon

Call Mean Milly, I don't play that shit

Got me on my nappy braids

Before the Maybach clique

Riding in the wheels of fortune, Pat Sajak shit

And all I rock is Balmain, like I make that shit

I been front row Fashion Week

Lookin' like I'm in the show

Sitting in the foreign

Leather softer than a dinner roll

Make a movie on your bitch

Tell her friend to get a role

You thought she was innocent

We laughin' like she been a ho

Jumping out them Benzo's

Meet yo bitch in the friend zone

She told you I was friend-zoned, what?

I'm in the end zone

Touchdown with a two point conversion

Give her that dick long

She bustin' like the clip long

Uber to send your bitch home, ****

I got a fever, bitch

Hot outside, I got a fever, bitch

Feeling sick, I got a fever, bitch

In these Philly streets, situations is

Police ain't respecting the youth and

The youth ain't respecting the truth and

The Glock nine is on me in the booth and

All I talk is that real shit, the truth and

The money turned your bitch into a gold digger

The money got me feeling like the old Jigga

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

They didn't believe me, I was broke

But I showed ****

And I told **** that I would dispose ****

Went to buy a pair of sneaks

Landed at the Royce dealer

Brand new paper tag

Hatin' never made me mad

You get at your baby mama

I'm flyer than her baby dad

Looking at my neck

What that cost, hundred-eighty cash?

Looking at my bitch

She remind me of a Stacey Dash

We were selling rock before Kareem Biggs, Damon Dash

Oh, you think you fly, with your little Dream Chasin' ass?

We don't chase bitches

We chase money and D'ussé

'Cause when you get the money

The hoes do whatever you say

Riding in a drop head

Phantom with the toupee

And if you just hearing this

Then it's probably too late

I got a fever, bitch

Hot outside, I got a fever, bitch

Feeling sick, I got a fever, bitch

In these Philly streets, situations is

Police ain't respecting the youth and

The youth ain't respecting the truth and

The Glock nine is on me in the booth and

All I talk is that real shit, the truth and

Meek Milly

Mack Milly

Get smacked silly

Come to Philly

Come see it, live and direct

You know