Meek Mill feat. Cardi B – On Me (Official Audio)

Lyrics for “On Me” performed by Meek Mill feat. Cardi B

Yeah, reporting live from the northside of litty city
You f**k my b**ch, I’m a keep it player
I just want you to know we the Navy Seals
We gon’ strike your whole motherf**king platoon n**ga
Gang

Three bad b**ches f**kin’ on me
Top floor at my pent house yeah
Young rich n**ga, on my roll
F**kin’ her, huggin’ my flip flop yeah
F**k her, that troll my hip-hop yeah
N**ga play me gon’ get shot
Quarter mil’ can my wrist watch woah
Bust down, Patek don’t tick-tock no

We got them b**ches in a drought
I caught a platinum and then hitting it raw
This life I’m living be tripping me out
‘Cause I just light a flamers
Be spitting in my mouth
I’m a buy a bird for a project b**ch
Rolls truck coming, I’m a cop that s**t
Ass all fat, tell her pop that s**t like

Every red bottom, know I got that s**t
Post it on the gram but you not that lit
Your favorite rapper is not that rich
Fly Dubai on Emirates
Only fly a mob that’s with the s**ts
All bad hoes need discipline

I wanna freak nasty hoe
And I want all bad b**ches
I’m in a red ‘sace robe
F**king on all bad b**ches
I wanna brand new Rolls
And I want all bad b**ches
I want all bad b**ches
That’ll grant all my wishes
Tell her come f**k with me
Tell her come f**k on me
F**k on me
Tell her come f**k on me
I want a freak nasty hoe
And I want all bad b**ches
I want a freak nasty hoe
That’ll grant all my wishes

Cardi
I bought my money ring yours out
Red Lamborghini with the doors out
I hit them the mall, clear stores out
Hit it to your face, get pores out yeah

I been hard working and humble
Believe me, I’ve heard of the mumble
I’m just gon’ leave it alone
‘Cause I would put burners to bundles

B**ches are miserable, they are so typical
Hating is cheap, not my material
Look where I’m at, run back to years ago
I used to strip, now I keep a different pole

I do not f**k with your kind, no
I do not f**k with your vibe, no
I am a big boss b**ch versuri.online
I do not come in your size, no
I seen a b**ch try to switch sides
Then jump back, tryna d**k ride
But I ain’t really worried about these hoes
Cause b**ches are hurt, D Rose

Gucci bags, 40 count stick it out
If they want the smoke, then I give it out
I might leave my robe at your n**ga house
Give you two something to figure out
I seen all these shots and they brick, brick, brick
Try something new hoe, quick, quick quick
Body bag, body bag, zip zip zip

I wanna freak nasty hoe
And I want all bad b**ches
I’m in a red ‘sace robe
F**king on all bad b**ches
I wanna brand new Rolls
And I want all bad b**ches
I want all bad b**ches
That’ll grant all my wishes
Tell her come f**k with me
Tell her come f**k on me
F**k on me
Tell her come f**k on me
I want a freak nasty hoe
And I want all bad b**ches
I want a freak nasty hoe
That’ll grant all my wishes..②
Yeah…

➤ Produced by Bangladesh
Album: Championships
Meek Mill & Cardi B 2018

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