Lean With It Lyrics - Philadelphia Eagles 3 - Meek Mill

[Verse 1: Meek Mill] 

Uh, In the kitchen going H.A.M again 

Fucking with them birds like Cam and them 

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

We them niggas on the curb with them hammers in 

Whole brick, throw it on the triple beam 

If it get hectic we gon stretch it like a limousine 

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

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

Ghost boy in the ghost nigga 

I burn bread I ain't talking toast nigga 

Whole team of killers, im the coach Digger 

Presidential on my wrist now take your votes nigga 

Rookie of the year, cookies in the rear 

I got some bad bitches that will get it there 

If you dont wanna get it we gon send them there 

If its heavy then O' Melly comin in the lear 

Brick Squad like Wack and them 

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

I dont touch it I just leave it up to Tak and them 

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

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[Hook] 

Lean wit it, Rock wit it 

Throw some bak up in the pot wit it 

Microwave or we gon pot whip it 

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

I tell them 

Lean wit it, Rock wit it 

Throw some bak up in the pot wit it 

Microwave or we gon pot whip it 

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

[Verse 2: Meek Mill] 

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

Im selling 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 your bitch face 

Ugh, 50 cash in my pocket, nigga I got your stash in my pocket 

Im Blowin' Money Fast in my pocket 

I said its lookin like I got Nicki ass in my pocket 

Talkin ass ass ass ass all I get is cash cash 

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

The way these bitches waving at me you would've thought a cab past 

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

Rolee on me cost a whole brick 

Killers with me ain't got no pics 

These groupie bitches ain't got no sense 

So we make a movie on them bitches, no script 

[Hook] 

[Verse 3: Meek Mill] 

36 treat it like a dirty bitch 

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

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

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

Half these niggas in my hood be on some telling shit 

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

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

Papi bring them on the boat he know we selling shit 

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

750 getting busy wit a box in it 

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

[Hook]