Released: December 25, 2012
Featuring: Meek Mill
Songwriter: Chip Meek Mill
Producer: Dready
[Verse 1: Chip]
Okay I'm Lethal like Bizzle
Kick no Rizzle
Roll up a swish and put the green in the middle
I met your girl she was all up on a nigga
I don't even wanna fuck her I give her the finger fiddle
You hating on Chip? Up goes the middle
I can make it rain, leave you in a drizzle
Yeah I'm on a ball, yeah nigga dribble
Don't sleep on a brother bars wipe away the dribble
Yeah, I like girls and clubs
Step up in a party everybody show me love
Your ex left you empty? I can fill you up
On that note tell me baby girl where’s your cup
You know we nuh tek backchat
Fassi boy get one cap, snapback
All you do is act bad, triples can’t back that
Show up like the pizza boy, yo where the cash at?
[Hook: Chip]
On your marks, get set, go go go
One day I'm gonna blow blow blow
Hey that was money on the phone
Pizza Boy, Aw yeah we getting dough
Pizza Boy, Aw yeah we getting dough
Pizza Boy, Aw yeah we getting dough
On your marks, get set, go go go
Pizza Boy, Aw yeah we getting dough
[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Ugh, I eat ya boy
I show up to ya crib like the pizza boy
Everyday I'm super fresh like it was Easter, boy
And I got blood dripping all up on my sneakers, boy
Hold up, all the bad bitches wanna go go go
Cause everybody know I'm finna blow blow blow
They call me Santa Clause on the low low low
Cause I make it reindeer on a ho ho ho
She don't sucky sucky
Then we don't fucky fucky
If I ever eat your pussy shorty you might just be lucky
And I be fryin' chicken
Ain't been in no Kentucky
But I'm racing like a derby and it's 'Rari with the buggy
Eyes on it, murder my opponent
Tell a bad bitch fall through and hop on it
My whip like a stadium ain't got a top on it
And my wrist cost a bird you could put a block on it
Tell 'em Chip
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Chip]
Oh, Aw yeah we getting dough
Chip and Meek Milly had to get 'em with the flow
Look if she ain't giving blow then she don't get to go
From North Side to Philly hell yeah we on a roll
Oh, bad bitches on deck
Cash cash cash boy me na take cheque
Drop hit after hit after hit after hit
And that pizza gonna come, Domino Effect
Yes, nigga everything's nice
When you get the pizza everybody wanna slice
Fucking with the pizza might catch you a slice
Shots, boom bye bye, bye
Yeah, so fuck what you think mate
Girls dyke, drink straight
Pizza Boy I delivered the hot shit
Hustle Gang, Maybach bitch forgot this
[Hook]
Okay I'm Lethal like Bizzle
Kick no Rizzle
Roll up a swish and put the green in the middle
I met your girl she was all up on a nigga
I don't even wanna fuck her I give her the finger fiddle
You hating on Chip? Up goes the middle
I can make it rain, leave you in a drizzle
Yeah I'm on a ball, yeah nigga dribble
Don't sleep on a brother bars wipe away the dribble
Yeah, I like girls and clubs
Step up in a party everybody show me love
Your ex left you empty? I can fill you up
On that note tell me baby girl where’s your cup
You know we nuh tek backchat
Fassi boy get one cap, snapback
All you do is act bad, triples can’t back that
Show up like the pizza boy, yo where the cash at?
[Hook: Chip]
On your marks, get set, go go go
One day I'm gonna blow blow blow
Hey that was money on the phone
Pizza Boy, Aw yeah we getting dough
Pizza Boy, Aw yeah we getting dough
Pizza Boy, Aw yeah we getting dough
On your marks, get set, go go go
Pizza Boy, Aw yeah we getting dough
[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Ugh, I eat ya boy
I show up to ya crib like the pizza boy
Everyday I'm super fresh like it was Easter, boy
And I got blood dripping all up on my sneakers, boy
Hold up, all the bad bitches wanna go go go
Cause everybody know I'm finna blow blow blow
They call me Santa Clause on the low low low
Cause I make it reindeer on a ho ho ho
She don't sucky sucky
Then we don't fucky fucky
If I ever eat your pussy shorty you might just be lucky
And I be fryin' chicken
Ain't been in no Kentucky
But I'm racing like a derby and it's 'Rari with the buggy
Eyes on it, murder my opponent
Tell a bad bitch fall through and hop on it
My whip like a stadium ain't got a top on it
And my wrist cost a bird you could put a block on it
Tell 'em Chip
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Chip]
Oh, Aw yeah we getting dough
Chip and Meek Milly had to get 'em with the flow
Look if she ain't giving blow then she don't get to go
From North Side to Philly hell yeah we on a roll
Oh, bad bitches on deck
Cash cash cash boy me na take cheque
Drop hit after hit after hit after hit
And that pizza gonna come, Domino Effect
Yes, nigga everything's nice
When you get the pizza everybody wanna slice
Fucking with the pizza might catch you a slice
Shots, boom bye bye, bye
Yeah, so fuck what you think mate
Girls dyke, drink straight
Pizza Boy I delivered the hot shit
Hustle Gang, Maybach bitch forgot this
[Hook]