Meek Mill and 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

Written by:
William Roberts, Robert Williams

Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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