Fa Sho - Meek Mill, Tdot illdude

I be getting money fucking hoes

Hundred bands on me everywhere I go

Lot of things on me everywhere I go

If you on the other side, then you got to go

Bruce Lee Roy, I got the glow

Diamonds dancing in my chain it come from Joe

Hundred bands on me everywhere I go

Lot of niggas hating but they keep it on the low

I keep my bitch in Celine that’s fa sho

I keep my bitch in Vera Wang, that’s fa sho

I keep my hittas on the plane, that’s fa sho

And the streets know my names, that’s fa sho, sho

I’ve been getting money on the low

Type of nigga buy a Birken for your hoe

Hundred thousand on me everywhere I go

Bought a Range just to drive it in the snow

Fuck you, niggas, talking shit is lit

Riding dirty got the chopper in the Bent

Got your baby momma trying to get a flick

Now nigga, tell your baby momma fuck up off my dick

I’m just cooling with my young niggas

She in the VIP with all these drug dealers

Acting like she never fucked with you

And she told me that you a fuck nigga

When you popping like we popping, my nigga, ain’t no laying low

Mixing that Givenchy with Valentino camo

Fuck on the air mattress all in the bando

Dabbing like I’m Cam tho

Touchdown, yeah, hoe

I be getting money fucking hoes

Hundred bands on me everywhere I go

Lot of things on me everywhere I go

If you on the other side then you got to go

Bruce Lee Roy, I got the glow

Diamonds dancing in my chain it come from Joe

Hundred bands on me everywhere I go

Lot of niggas hating but they keep it on the low

I keep my bitch in Celine, that’s fa sho

I keep my bitch in Vera Wang, that’s fa sho

I keep my hittas on the plane, that’s fa sho

And the streets know my name, that’s fa sho, sho

Yea, mobbing at the clear port

Richard Mille all plain like the airport

Therefore I am flyer than an air force

Looking devilish I pull up in that red Porsche

Now we got your bitch up on the money train

I heard she fucking what’s his name and what’s his name

We only know your wifey by her Twitter name

I only pop the perc, so I don’t feel the pain

Feel the pain, feel the pain, make them feel the flame

All these corny niggas winning, I don’t know who to blame

But maybe its the internet, I’ve been busy counting money, you should do the

same

Every nigga 'round me got a body

Shorty with me trying to kick it like karate

In my DM acting thirsty, word to Gotti

And it be going down when I pull up to the party

I be getting money fucking hoes

Hundred bands on me everywhere I go

Lot of things on me everywhere I go

If you on the other side then you got to go

Bruce Lee Roy, I got the glow

Diamonds dancing in my chain it come from Joe

Hundred bands on me everywhere I go

Lot of niggas hating but they keep it on the low

I keep my bitch in Celine, that’s fa sho

I keep my bitch in Vera Wang, that’s fa sho

I keep my hittas on the plane, that’s fa sho

And the streets know my names, that’s fa sho, sho

I’m still balling, money still calling

I’m on my eighth Rollie, niggas still talking

Flood the whole band, it look like real water

Ticket after ticket I feel like I’m will calling

Niggas hating on me, I don’t feel for 'em

'Cause my South Philly niggas kill at will for 'em

And my North Philly niggas do the drill for 'em

The lawyers paid nigga made me spend a mil on 'em, pussy!

Blow the motherfucking money on these niggas

I be getting money fucking hoes

Hundred bands on me everywhere I go

Lot of things on me everywhere I go

If you on the other side then you got to go

Bruce Lee Roy, I got the glow

Diamonds dancing in my chain it come from Joe

Hundred bands on me everywhere I go

Lot of niggas hating but they keep it on the low

I keep my bitch in Celine, that’s fa sho

I keep my bitch in Vera Wang, that’s fa sho

I keep my hittas on the plane, that’s fa sho

And the streets know my names, that’s fa sho, sho