Me (FWM) Lyrics – Meek Mill ft. A$AP Ferg

[Intro: Meek Mill]
F**king with me, n!ggas ain't f**king with me
(N!ggas ain't f**king—)
N!ggas ain't f**king with me, you n!ggas ain't f**king with me
(Woah, woah)
Woah, woah (Woah, woah)
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Drop (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Flew her out on the first flight
Got that pu**y the first night
N!ggas say it's war, then it's on sight, gang, gang (Brrt)
Walk in this b!tch with all this ice
I could've came through in a 'Rari but hit the hood on my dirt bike, yeah (Man)
Counting these bands up, been f**king my hands up (F**k it up)
I was in Paris, I pay for the drill, hit your mans up (Brrt)
Big Glock 40 on the hipline, hold my pants up (Hold it up)
She was confused, like, "How you the G.O.A.T. in a Lamb' truck? (She like, "What?")
F**king this tall b!tch from the back, say, "Stand up" (Woo)
Then put your motherf**king face down, as* up
N!gga been rich too long for making these songs, my n!gga, it's past luck
F**king this b!tch too long, she offered a threesome and I just passed up
She wanna go in the 'Rari (Too small)
I wanna rip in the Wraith (Let's go)
I wanna look at thе stars (Stars), like I was hitting in space (Yeah)
N!gga, how you gеt back home? (How he get back?)
Take a look at his case (Check him out)
Said her period's on (What happened?)
I put it on her face

[Chorus: Meek Mill & A$AP Ferg]
N!ggas ain't f**king with me, you n!ggas ain't f**king with me (Yeah, yeah, Harlem)
N!ggas ain't f**king with me, n!ggas ain't f**king with me (Meek Mill, what up?)
Twenty bad b!tches going up with the gang, they f**king for free (Oh-oh)
You call her phone, I call her phone, she coming to me (Yeah)

[Verse 2: A$AP Ferg]
Got a boss b!tch, Dominican
Slim with the buns, cinnamon
Friend got the cake like Entenmann's
East coast b!tch in Timberlands (Yeah)
Dip with the set like Killa Cam
Hop on a jet and we get a tan
Like Mortal Kombat when she throw it back, her friends like, "Finish him" (Right)
Run up, gone flex, huh
It look like I'm looting in my closet, with the baguettes, huh
I just hit Will up with a deposit (Yeah), fill up my neck, huh
Looking like light bugs sitting on my collar (Right)
We been stressed, huh, pull up with a mink, look like I am Chewbacca
Blocka-blocka, turned to shottas if them coppers try to pop us (Ferg)
Then go sit at John and Vinny's, have some pasta with some mobsters (Yeah)
Swerving through Philly, I'm hanging with Billies and nobody really can stop us (Woo)
Bia, Bia, we throw dollars, got your Bia pu**y popping like
Bia, Bia, why you acting like a ho? Like a ho
Bia, Bia, why you acting like a ho? Like a ho
Bia, Bia, get yo' eyes up off my dough, off my dough
Bia, Bia, get yo' eyes up off my dough, off my dough (That's right)

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
N!ggas ain't f**king with me, you n!ggas ain't f**king with me (N!ggas ain't f**king—)
N!ggas ain't f**king with me, n!ggas ain't f**king with me (They can't touch us)
Twenty bad b!tches going up with the gang, they f**king for free (F**king for free)
You call her phone, I call her phone, she coming to me
Bia, Bia

[Outro: Meek Mill]
F**king this bad b!tch from the projects, her name Tia
Head was good, the best on earth like Russ and Bia
N!gga asked me did I see her, but I ain't see her
But I did, 'cause she was tucked in the fahina
Spanish b!tches going up like la marina
She a hot girl and I'm hot too, jalapeño
We sell work and she want work 'cause she a pinger
We gone serve that lil' b!tch
(Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)
(Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)