Lean Wit It Lyrics - Meek Mill

1 Uh, In the kitchen going H.A.M again

2 Fucking with them birds like Cam and them

3 I'll tell you whats the word when the tan is in

4 We them niggas on the curb with them hammers in

5 Whole brick, throw it on the triple beam

6 If it get hectic we gon stretch it like a limousine

7 Ain't no crutching if I touch it then its Mr. Clean

8 I be reppin in your section, me and my nigga Dean

9 Ghost boy in the ghost nigga

10 I burn bread I ain't talking toast nigga

11 Whole team of killers, I'm the coach Digger

12 Presidential on my wrist now take your votes nigga

13 Rookie of the year, cookies in the rear

14 I got some bad bitches that will get it there

15 If you don't wanna get it we gon send them there

16 If its heavy then O' Melly comin in the lear

17 Brick Squad like Wak and them

18 If its Gucci like D. Howard I get a block for them

19 I don't touch it I just leave it up to Tak and them

20 Niggas started, was a drought but we was poppin' then

21 [Chorus]

22 Lean wit it, Rock wit it

23 Throw some bake up in the pot wit it

24 Microwave or we gon' pot whip it

25 When it get right we drop that ice and make it lock wit it

26 I tell them lean wit it, Rock wit it

27 Throw some bake up in the pot wit it

28 Microwave or we gon' pot whip it

29 When it get right we drop that ice and make it lock wit it

30 I made a million off a mixtape, nigga get your shit straight

31 I'm selling that raw shit, you sellin that whip weight

32 Cookin up a whole bird until I make my wrist ache

33 When I pulled up to the club you should've seen your bitch face

34 Ugh, 50 cash in my pocket

35 Nigga I got your stash in my pocket

36 I'm Blowin' Money Fast in my pocket

37 I said it's lookin like I got Nicki ass in my pocket

38 Talkin ass ass ass ass all I get is cash cash

39 Club LIV my last tag, I could've bought a fast Jag

40 The way these bitches waving at me you would think a cab past

41 No wonder why you hatin' on me nigga wit your mad ass

42 Rollie on me cost a whole brick

43 Killers with me ain't got no pics

44 These groupie bitches ain't got no sense

45 So we make a movie on them bitches, no script

46 [Chorus]

47 36 treat it like a dirty bitch

48 Cause I hit it then I send it to the other strip

49 Call me anything, don't call me by my government

50 Cause when I'm out here in the jungle we be selling bricks

51 Half these niggas in my hood be on some telling shit

52 We be on some "if-u-snitchin'-crack-your-melon-" shit

53 If I ain't rockin' with the Smith its Parabellum shit

54 Papi bring them on the boat he know we selling shit

55 Lean wit it, rock wit it, posted Mac 11 in the lot wit it

56 750 getting busy wit a box in it

57 So when they pull us over they dont find them Glocks in it

58 [Chorus]