[Chorus: Meek Mill]
I been that nigga 'fore the money and the fame,
I been that nigga 'fore the diamonds and the chain,
I been that nigga 'fore the foreigns and the clothes,
I been that nigga on the corner with the most.
I been that nigga, I been that nigga,
My dawg a shooter, please, don't make me send that nigga,
I been that nigga, I been that nigga,
If he keep talkin', I'll make him pin that nigga.
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
I been that nigga on the corner, nappy braids and sellin' hard,
Now I pull up on 'em bitches, got them textin', «Oh my God!»
I got bitches out in Paris that be textin', «Ooh la la»,
I hit back like, «Who this?» She hit back, «You forgot?»
Real niggas gon' link up,
But my H-town pourin' drink up,
Just me and Junior in the Brink's truck
Doin' all this shit we ain't think of.
Tryna wild out ‘cause we cranked up,
I'm blue-dottin' that pink stuff,
Maraj puttin' that pussy on me,
Ten bands throw her mink up.
I got money all in my mind, ho,
What do you think think I grind for?
Condoms all in my condo,
Pocket change what you signed for?
My niggas, my niggas,
My niggas, my hitters, we finna get richer,
I'm talkin' ‘bout bigger and bigger,
They stealin' my swag, just look at my pictures.
[Chorus: Meek Mill]
I been that nigga 'fore the money and the fame,
I been that nigga 'fore the diamonds and the chain,
I been that nigga 'fore the foreigns and the clothes,
I been that nigga on the corner with the most.
I been that nigga, I been that nigga,
My dawg a shooter, please, don't make me send that nigga,
I been that nigga, I been that nigga,
If he keep talkin', I'll make him pin that nigga.
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Blew a half a kilo on my Cuban link to watch it swing,
No shirt, baking soda, standin' at the sink,
Swervin' in my Wraith, I should just pull up at the church,
Have these niggas playin' on me, devils wish it was a hearse.
In my all black shades, mothafuckin' Ray Charles,
I used to mop the floors, now who the mothafuckin' boss?
I been that nigga that could get ‘em by the two's,
Snow white, no spikes, two stacks for my Loubs.
You a fool for your wifey, and I passed her to my crew,
Coke white, sour crème, butter all in my coupe,
Put my dawgs on celery, you see we all be blowin' loud,
Chopper still might judge a jury, I could take this bitch to trial.
[Chorus: Meek Mill]
I been that nigga 'fore the money and the fame,
I been that nigga 'fore the diamonds and the chain,
I been that nigga 'fore the foreigns and the clothes,
I been that nigga on the corner with the most.
I been that nigga, I been that nigga,
My dawg a shooter, please, don't make me send that nigga,
I been that nigga, I been that nigga,
If he keep talkin', I'll make him pin that nigga.