Featuring: Meek Mill Rick Ross J. Cole

Songwriter: J. Cole Rick Ross Meek Mill Wale

Producer: Beat Billionaire

[Intro: Rick Ross]
Beat Billionaire
You know I stick to the script
Twenty-million dollar nigga but I do it like this
M-M-Maybach Music
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (huh!)
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (huh!)

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap
The Rolls-Royce, it's all white
Foamposites, the LeBrons, I'm fuckin' wit' the Spikes
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (woo!)
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (woo!)
The Rolls-Royce (huh!) it's all white (huh!)
Foamposites, the LeBrons, I'm fuckin' wit' the Spikes

[Verse 1: Wale]
Ferrari Mikes, bitch, I'm on my car show
My chick black and white, she ain't no dime, that bitch a Concord
11, know I'm reppin' this, shoot and I don't ever miss
The coupe I'm in is rented, I ain't wit' all that commitment shit
PRPs is proper, couple Gs when I'm shoppin'
My girls and my SBs, got a thing for pink boxes
Shout out Frankie the Butcher, shout out Mishka in Brooklyn
That's Omeka from 10.Deep, ATL, I’m wit' the cooker
I ain't even tryna fool, ho, I ball like private school
You bammas like Hyperstrikes, your wifey sleep outside of you
NT, those my niggas, you know we just be bullshiting
It's ironic how I drop some dough when I got them Homer Simpsons
Look, pine green Foams, they may never see the store
Got LeBron entourages like Maverick and Richie Paul
Bitch, I ball, ho, you lame, look at my Laneys, switchin' lanes
Look at my 9s, look at my Blazers, look at my 4s, cut wit' laser
Look at my whore, that is your lady, look at my flo', makin' y'all crazy
Makin' y'all sick, y'all cannot tame me, Lexus drive me, Maybach pay me
Salute

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (woo!)
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (woo!)
The Rolls-Royce (huh!) it's all white (huh!)
Foamposites, the LeBrons, I'm fuckin' wit' the Spikes

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Yo, I said I'm swaggin' out in my Cool Greys, no LL but these cool J's
My wrist froze but I'm cool shaved like a bald head, I'm too paid
I'm too blazed and I'm too high, George Kush, the whole crew high
Wrong move and that tool fly, better calm that ass like woo-sah
It's MMG, MOB, young nigga, I been OG
Walk around wit' like 10 on me, that 5-7, that fen' on me
Don’t grin on me wit' them long stares, you ain't God then there's no fear
Big money, all the hoes here, HD, I see it so clear
We jeweled out and we racked up, Phantom beep when it back up
Big boy look like a Mack truck, shooters ride wit' that Mac tucked
I'm a Bad Boy, bitch, ask Puff, sip Cîroc it's my last cup
On this shit, I can't stand up, catch a case, I'll man up
This Rozay, Wale, Gunplay, and that nigga Pill
In Brazil, and this shit is real, got bad hoes in that whip appeal
One week and we get the deal, one day and I fucked the bitch
My Levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent, ha

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (woo!)
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (woo!)
The Rolls-Royce (huh!) it's all white (huh!)
Foamposites, the LeBrons, I'm fuckin' wit' the Spikes

[Verse 3: J. Cole]
Fresh ass nigga, no wonder why them hoes be open
That’s that nigga, so what'd I say? They okey-dokin'
How you figure? You fuckin' wit' me? I hope he jokin'
I'm witcha girl, you home alone, bitch you Macauley Culkin
I'm oviedosin', ayy, homie, Cole be smokin'
Then put my ashes on you niggas, bet you gon' need lotion
I'm slowly roastin', heatin' up so you know we toastin’
Fuck hoes wit' no emotion, fade away like Kobe postin'
Out in Sweden like ain't shit that you can't tell us
Lord forgive me, as a kid, I used to look at niggas jealous
Cause uh, they had them J's and my mama wouldn't cop 'em
Can you blame her? 100 dollars for them bitches wasn't a option
Now we livin' much better, nigga pay whatever
Rock them bitches once then forgot about 'em forever
My kicks like my chick, I don't need to know the numbers
You just need to know I'm comin', I'll kill you niggas this summer
Cole

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap
The Rolls-Royce, it's all white
Foamposites, the LeBrons, I'm fuckin' wit' the Spikes
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (woo!)
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (woo!)
The Rolls-Royce (huh!) it's all white (huh!)
Foamposites, the LeBrons, I'm fuckin' wit' the Spikes

Wale

Hailing from the city of Washington D.C., Olubo “Wale” Victor Akintimehin is a Nigerian rapper known for his polysyllabic and punchline filled lyrics. He’s been a member of the label Maybach Music Group along with Rick Ross and Meek Mill since the year of 2011. With his DC hometown, his fashion sense, and affinity for the ladies, Wale relates to the fun side of Rap often left behind. Wale’s career features several popular mixtapes and a few albums.

He has earned many platinum and gold plaques. The Gifted and The Album About Nothing both received gold certifications selling over 500,000 units. His 2011 hit “Lotus Flower Bomb” ft. Miguel received a platinum certification selling over 1,000,000 units.

Wale on his introduction to