Meek Mill, Rick Ross - Pillow Talk

Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang (Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up) Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang We got Glocks (glocks) on Glocks (glocks) Blocks (blocks) on blocks (blocks) We got hoes on hoes (hoes) We put thots on thots, gang None of my bitches is regular None of them switches is regular, we put on them blicks You gotta watch what you said it was I'm playin' chess on these niggas, I'm really equipped Niggas cannot get ahead of us, floorin' inside the (?), I'm really the shit Spoke on my name, he really bitch If I speak in a song then it's really a hit Woah, that was a double play, young nigga a savage and he tryna double back I tell him, "Chill", he want the funeral, he too for real He tell me he want him dead, I'm in the field Like I'm a runnin' back, I'm tryna tell him that I want it comin' back I'm with the Bully Boys, I'm really chillin' Well, he tryna kill 'em boys, I'm tryna, ah I'm tellin' killers that I want my money back Niggas that owe me, I don't even want it back Niggas they know me, I never been pussy You act like I'm pussy, I'm gettin' in front of that Threw me that pussy, I'm gettin' in front of that (five in the front) I was tryna nut in her mouth lil' shawty was tellin' me "Come in there, oh no, like where is the tubber at rose gold?" Van Cleefs all my freaks (Van Cleefs) Chanel on all my hoes (woah) Buss down all my sons (yeah) Ap all my bros Let's eat (let's eat), let's eat (let's eat) Let's eat (chow down), let's eat (chow down) I get to your counted release (release) We tryin' that paper Phillipe's (try that) I feel like a dime, I pull up to Swan The top down when I'm whippin' her down Glock down, I won't really respond The opps down, I ain't really town Not really around, I feel like a circle Get them bitches, I'm bendin' 'em down They really be clowns, these niggas is Urkles When we catch 'em, we strippin' 'em down Let's eat, let's eat, let's eat, let's eat Let's eat, let's eat, let's eat, let's eat Let's eat (Richie Ravioli), let's eat (let's eat) Let's eat (chow down), let's eat (chow down) Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang (han) Maybach Music Diamonds drippin', killer steppin', never come with confession (never) Call of Duty, all my shooters know to follow directions (han) Cars are garage kept (yes), shootout's a contest (yes) So place a bomb bet (yes), you haven't won yet? (Never) We thick on our corners (ha), come and get a small bonus (get it) This what you call moments, pillow talkin' informant (rat) Catch you flight in your bonnet (rat), time to pay more than hommage (rat) Want us all in confinement (rat), but that's not the assignment (rat) Real estate is invested (han), got ten mill' on my necklace (what?) All my niggas get money (nigga), success just so infectious (nigga) Alton road in my drop (drop), but I do my stocks (big glass) Shy away from the stocks (han), hands on with the blocks Got the pistols with switches but gave my hitters permission (facts) If you hood and you snitchin' (facts), time to start a petition (facts) This too good to be true (true), it's to good to be you (nigga) Got a spa on the jet (woo), so send the masseuse Let's eat (let's eat), let's eat (let's eat) Let's eat (chow down), let's eat (chow down) I get to your counted release (release) We tryin' that paper Phillipes Let's eat (let's eat), let's eat (let's eat) Let's eat (chow down), let's eat Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang