Fitted Cap Lyrics - Meek Mill

1 Beat billionaire

2 You know I stick to the script

3 Twenty million dollar nigga, but I do it like this

4 Maybach Music, Maybach Music

5 [Chorus]

6 My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Wuh!)

7 My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Wuh!)

8 My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap

9 My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap

10 The Rolls-Royce, it's all white

11 Foamposites, the LeBrons, I'm fuckin' wit' the Spikes

12 My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!)

13 My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!)

14 The Rolls-Royce, it's all white (How can I not talk big? I got to)

15 Foamposites (Wale!), the LeBrons, I'm fuckin' wit' the Spikes

16 Wale

17 Yeah, uh

18 Ferrari mics, bitch, I'm on my car show

19 My chick black and white, she ain't no dime, that bitch a Concorde

20 Eleven know I'm reppin' this, shoot and I don't ever miss

21 The coupe I'm in is rented, I ain't wit' all that commitment shit

22 P-R-Ps is proper, couple Gs when I'm shoppin'

23 My girls and my SBs, got a thing for pink boxes

24 Shout out Frankie the Butcher, shout out Mishka in Brooklyn

25 That's some nigga from ten deep ATL, I'm wit' the cooker

26 I ain't even tryin', fool, ho, I ball like private school

27 You bammas like Hyperstrikes, your wifey sleep outside of you

28 And Tito's my niggas, you know just we just need more shit and

29 It's ironic how I drop some dough when I got them Homer Simpsons, look

30 Pine-green Foams, they may never see the store

31 Got LeBron Entourages like Maverick and Richie Paul

32 Bitch, I ball, ho, you lame, look at my Laneys, switchin' lanes

33 Look at my nines, look at my Blazers, look at my fours, cut wit' laser

34 Look at my whore, that is your lady, look at my flo', makin' y'all crazy

35 Makin' y'all sick, y'all cannot tame me, Lexus drive me, Maybach pay me

36 Salute

37 [Chorus]

38 I said I'm swaggin' out in my Cool Greys, no LL, but these cool Js

39 And my wrist froze, but I'm cool sha', like a bald head, I'm too paid

40 I'm too blazed, and I'm too high, George Kush, the whole crew high

41 Wrong move and that tool fly, better Kon that ass like Wu-sai

42 It's MMG, MOB, young nigga, I been OG

43 Walk around wit' like ten on me, that five seven, that fen' on me

44 Don't grin on me wit' them long stares, you ain't God unless no fear

45 Big money, all the hoes, HD, I came so clear

46 We jeweled out and we racked up, Phantom big when it back up

47 Big Boy, look like a Mack truck, shooters ride wit' that Mac tucked

48 I'm a Bad Boy, bitch, ask Puff, Simpson-Rodgers, my last cup

49 On this shit, I can't stand up, country Ks as I man up

50 This Rozay, Wale, Gunplay, and that nigga Pill

51 In Brazil, and this shit is real, got bad hoes and that whippet pill

52 One week and we get the deal, one day and I fucked the bitch

53 My Levis, they five o one, my snapback is hella bent

54 [Chorus]

55 Fresh-ass nigga, no wonder why them hoes be open

56 That's that nigga, so what'd I say? They okey-dokin'

57 How you figga? You fuckin' wit' me? I hope he jokin'

58 I'm witcha girl, you home alone, bitch you Macauley Culkin

59 I'm oviedosin', ay, homie, Kobe smokin'

60 Then put my ashes on you niggas, bet you gon' need lotion

61 I'm slowly roastin', heatin' up, so you know we toastin'

62 Fuck hoes wit' no emotion, fade away like Kobe postin'

63 Out in Sweden, like ain't shit that you can't tell us

64 Lord, forgive me, as a kid, I used to look at niggas jealous

65 'Cause uh, they had them Js, and my mama wouldn't cop 'em

66 Can you blame her? Hundred dollars for them bitches wann't a option

67 Now we livin' much better, nigga, pay whatever

68 Rock them bitches once then forgot about 'em forever

69 My kicks like my chick, I don't need to know the numbers

70 You just need to know I'm comin', I'll kill you niggas this summer

71 Cole

72 [Chorus: x2]