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LYRICS: Meek Mill – Litty Ft. Tory Lanez

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[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Woo!
I’m on my way to an island and I’m popping shit at the pilot (fly shit only)
Niggas be broke and be starving but still talking shit like they violent (niggas is broke!)
They said that they honest, talk money, these niggas gon’ say that they got it (huh?)
Gettin’ out with the key to success and these niggas gon’ blame it on Khaled
They don’t want to see you win (they don’t!)
They don’t want to see the Wraith (no!)
You don’t want to see your bitch caught up in the stars like she outer space
Mansion at the condo, condo at the mansion, and I’m running out of space
Tell your homie, keep on coming out his mouth, I’m sending somethin’ ’round his way
Niggas barely getting lawyer money
Better get some Sig Sauer money
Running ’round like you Superman, don’t be selfish, get your mom insurance money (ha!)
Woo, ’cause I’m the one to put it on your money
I’m the one that make it happen it to you niggas, would you fuck around and do it for me?

[Hook: Tory Lanez]
Hopped in the Wraith and I bought it, it’s litty again
Fly out the piff and the tropic, it litty again
All of my parties is poppin’, you know that we litty again
All of the foreigns on Collins, you know that we litty again
They don’t want to see the squad
They don’t want to see the Wraith
They don’t want to see your bitch up in the stars like she going outer space
Litty again, litty again, I got it, we litty again
Litty again, litty again, I got it, we did it, we litty again

[Verse 2: Tory Lanez]
Feature money out the safe, went and brought a Wraith, brought it down Collins
Niggas talking like they want it, when we in the city, they don’t want problems
Niggas said they gon’ rob us
But nigga, we coming from welfare
I shoot a bullet when I pull it, how you catch a bullet like a NFL player?
Should’ve known it was litty when bitches start lying on my dick
Lie on that pussy like I hit
Can’t even be a side, side bitch
I’m in 9s, 10s, and you ain’t even looking like you a 5
Broke bitches trying to do it for Twitter, when they used to do it for Vine, whoa!
I’m the man of the hour
I’m the nigga with the airtime
Rolls Royce Wraith, put your bitch up in the stars like she in the airline
Niggas talking ’bout my hair line
I laugh about it, I be feelin’ them
See, we both be making M’s: they be making memes, I be making millions
I just counted up a Quentin Miller
A “QM,” that’s a quarter milli
They don’t wanna see Jae drop “6,” fly private when he go to Philly
Funny money, yeah I know it’s silly, but your hoe feel me
When I pull up and I got a pour a whole four on it
I promise she gon’ know it’s litty, motherfucker, yeah

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[Hook: Tory Lanez]
Hopped in the Wraith and I bought it, it’s litty again
Fly out the piff and the tropic, it litty again
All of my parties is poppin’, you know that we litty again
All of the foreigns on Collins, you know that we litty again
They don’t want to see the squad
They don’t want to see the Wraith
They don’t want to see your bitch up in the stars like she going outer space
Litty again, litty again, I got it, we litty again
Litty again, litty again, I got it, we did it, we litty again

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
All of my niggas is way up, these niggas is haters, I know that they haters (suckers)
I score your bitch like a layup (score)
I make a mil’ like a layup (sore)
I pop a pill just to stay up (woo)
I sip the lean just to slow it up (slow it up)
I’m with my team, and we goin’ up (goin’ up)
All of these foreigns, they know it’s us
Whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it, like the cocoa when we mix the soda up
Perfect timing and we’re blowing up
Fuck it, I’ma light the Rollie up
Shawty fucking for Chanel!
I ain’t tripping, that’s a coconut
Push the ‘Rari ’till the motor bust
Stack the paper, fill the sofa up
Lay on that paper, I am not slacking, I stay on that paper
I feel like it’s a restraining order on that money, ’cause y’all stay away from that paper
I know some niggas that used to be balling, but know they all feeling a way ’bout this paper
I be spending hundred, hundred, hundred after hundred, they thought I was making this paper!
Fuckin’ it good, I be raping this paper
Shit, I might as well get married to money
I marry Nicki, still married to money
She rich as Mariah, I carry the money
And fuck a deposit, I bury the money (Bury them M’s)
I bag the money, it hang out my pocket, embarrassing money
I act like I ain’t used to having this money, oh!

[Hook: Tory Lanez]
Hopped in the Wraith and I bought it, it’s litty again
Fly out the piff and the tropic, it litty again
All of my parties is poppin’, you know that we litty again
All of the foreigns on Collins, you know that we litty again
They don’t want to see the squad
They don’t want to see the Wraith
They don’t want to see your bitch up in the stars like she going outer space
Litty again, litty again, I got it, we litty again
Litty again, litty again, I got it, we did it, we litty again

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