meek mill – contagious lyrics
[intro: meek mill]
see what it is, they don’t know a rock from a diamond
i’m like hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up
hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up
hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up
wait a minute, motherf-cker
[verse 1: meek mill]
ugh! i pull in your hood in a brand new wraith (like skrr!)
tell your b-tch “fall back, n-gga” (for what), we ain’t got no sp-ce (no way)
and your b-tch ain’t bad (no), n-gga, you ain’t got no taste (whoa)
and everybody want to be the king, like the deck ain’t got no ace
half of my b-tches, they richer than me
hoes that you payin’, i’m hittin’ for free
i used to p-ss up on that p-ssy, my n-gga
you payin’ that thot just to give her some d
god d-mn, god d-mn
i’m with a white b-tch named roxanne
and she ain’t home yet ’cause she got plans
and y’all hatin’ n-ggas can’t shake my hand
[chorus: meek mill & quavo]
’cause that sh-t contagious (woo), these n-ggas outrageous
started off buzzin’ like pagers
now i got paper, just look at these acres
wake up like, “where is my neighbors?”
prolly in vegas (vegas), shootin’ dice at the table
the feds, they watch me like cable
do me a favor, don’t do me no favors
a favor can get too contagious
[verse 2: quavo]
migo and meek milly got stacks in the ceiling
i got money ties all the way up through philly
i’m f-ckin’ your b-tch and she from puerto rico
the plug is a papí, he send me the kilo
i hop on the jet, then i fly out to vegas
link up with the mob in reno
paparazzi, they flash and stare
and i pull out mclaren, i hop out giuseppe toe
young n-gga, they know that qc the new death row
i’m in the kitchen cookin’ antidote (i’m cookin’ it)
lookin’ down on a f-ck n-gga
’cause a young n-gga on a top ropes
now everybody wanna take a picture (huh)
now that young n-gga’s worth seven figures (woo)
step out that vault and i’m countin’ millions
thankin’ the lord for the m&m’s
[chorus: meek mill & quavo]
’cause that sh-t contagious, these n-ggas outrageous
started off buzzin’ like pagers
now i got paper, just look at these acres
wake up like, “where is my neighbors?”
prolly in vegas (woo), shootin’ dice at the table
the feds, they watch me like cable
do me a favor, don’t do me no favors
a favor can get too contagious (offset)
[verse 3: offset]
my migo’, my vato, go check out my bio
got bricks comin’ in from ohio
i’m in north philly, i meet with meek milly (meek milly)
we tryna make millies off trappin’ the chicken
you run up on me, you need geico insurance
i run to the money, got plenty endurance
i shop overseas and you shoppin’ on clearance
spent 500k for my appearance (woo)
offset a magician at work, i’m a wizard
smokin’ on loud so n-ggas gonna hear me (gang, gang)
p-ssy -ss n-gga, you sweeter than cinnamon
thankin’ the lord while i count up blue benjamins (thank you)
sippin’ on actavis, don’t need a chaser
qc is the label, we f-ck with dreamchasers
my n-ggas they actin’ a fool, but this is not actin’
the money, it runnin’ my generation (uh)
[chorus: meek mill & quavo]
’cause that sh-t contagious, these n-ggas outrageous
started off buzzin’ like pagers
now i got paper, just look at these acres
wake up like, “where is my neighbors?”
prolly in vegas (vegas), shootin’ dice at the table
the feds, they watch me like cable
do me a favor, don’t do me no favors
a favor can get too contagious (woo)
[verse 4: takeoff]
mason margeilla, got dope on the tip of my toe
got rich off a pot and the stove
breakin’ and droppin’ in designer clothes
cappin’ trap out the back door of the bando
my plug is a migo, pull up on banana boat
f&n splittin’ your head like a cantaloupe
paparazzi flashin’, pull out that camaro (paparazzi)
d-mn, i mean camera, white girl from canada
no, i’m not tommy lee but i got pamela
in the back of the maybach changin’ channels
lightin’ the block up like christmas candles
bustin’ my women, my ceilin’ is panorama
og gas bag on my back like i’m santa
droppin’ up four in the one liter fanta
workin’ it, flippin’ that dope with a spatula
i flex in the chopper, you n-ggas are amateurs
[chorus: meek mill & quavo]
’cause that sh-t contagious, these n-ggas outrageous
started off bustin’ like pagers
now i got paper, just look at these acres
wake up like, “where is my neighbors?”
prolly in vegas, shootin’ dice at the table
the feds, they watch me like cable
do me a favor, don’t do me no favors
a favor can get too contagious (woo)
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