Lean Wit It Lyrics - Maybach Milly 3 - Meek Mill

[Verse 1] 

Uh, In the kitchen goin ham again 

Fuckin' with dem birds like Cam and dem 

I'll tell you what's the word when the tan is in 

We dem niggas on the curb with dem hammers and 

Whole brick throw it on a triple beam 

It get hectic we gon' stretch it like a limousine 

Ain't no question if I touch it then it's Mr.Clean 

I be reppin in yo' section me my nigga Keem 

Ghost boys, in a ghost nigga 

I burn bread I ain't talkin toast nigga 

Whole team of killers, I'm the coach nigga 

Presidential on my wrist, now take ya votes nigga 

Rookie of the year, cookies in the rear 

I got some bad bitches that'll get it there 

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

If it's heavy then Omelly comin in a Lear 

Bricksquad, like Waka and dem 

If its gucci like D.Howard get a block for dem 

I don't touch I just leave it up to Tock and dem 

Meek Mill started wasn't chopper we was poppin den 

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[Hook] 

Lean wit it, rock wit it 

Throw some bake up in the pot wit it 

Microwave or we gon we gon pop whip it 

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

I tell em lean wit it, rock wit it 

Throw some bake up in the pot wit it 

Microwave or we gon we gon pop whip it 

When it get right we drop that ice and make it lock wit it, Ughh! 

[Verse 2] 

I made a million off a mixtape 

Nigga get ya shit straight 

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

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

When I pulled up to the club you should've seen ya bitch face, Ughh! 

Fitfy cash in my pocket 

Nigga, I got the stash in my pocket 

I'm blowin money fast in my pocket 

Said its lookin like I got Nicki ass in my pocket 

Talkin Ass Ass Ass Ass, all I get is cash cash 

Club lit my last tag, could've bought a fast Jag 

The way these bitches wavin' at me, you would think a cab passed 

Wondered why u hatin on me, nigga wit 'cho mad ass 

Rollie on me cost a whole brick 

Killers with me ain't go no pics 

These groupie bitches ain't got no sense 

So we make a movie on dem bitches no script 

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[Verse 3] 

Thirty-six treat it like a dirty bitch 

Cuz I hit it and then send it to the other strip 

Call me anything don't call me by my government 

Cuz when I'm out 'chea in the jungle we be sellin bricks 

Half these niggas in my hood be on some tellin shit 

We be on some if you snitchin crack ya melon shit 

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

Papi bring 'em on the boat they know we sellin shit 

Lean wit it, rock wit it 

Posted Mac. 11 in the lot wit it 

Seven fifty gettin' busy wit a box in it 

So when they pull us over they don't find dem Glocks in it 

[Hook]