Artist: Meek Mill Album: Flamers 3 (Mixtape) Song: Make Em Say Typed by: AZ Lyrics Showtime If you sippin on somethin put it down right now, Get Money We bouta get it poppin Diss Song I like my rosay red and my diamonds blue Keep a dime chick like 5 times 2 I be killin these haters when I slide by through Like a drive by do in a sky dive coop Flyin the whip sound like a lion Keep a white girl with white girl like ryan Shit I ain't baggin I'm buyin Alot of these suckas be frauds lyin Really though they fishin for a robbery I got them bitties tryna hit me like a lottery Haters wanna body me cause I'm a hot commodity Puffin on dat hater ease the pain like a apology niggas they can spit but they will never be as fly as me wrist lookin like the same arena were the flyers be ICEY I know I don't think they like me maybe I cause I might be dickin down they wifey It's easy to hate me it's harder to love me You a hater ask your bitches bet your all of them fucked me And they callin me hubby & they be callin for nuffin cause when I tell them hoes I like em I be +Kid+din like +Cudi+ they be like... Yup yup we make em say... yup yup we make em say... yup yup we got em like... let's get it, you got a boyfriend no we don't care dat now where the money at it's over here we ball hard bottles in the air chillin in the whip make them bitties stop and stare B4 I met tip I was the king martin luther diamonds in the bezzle lookin husky resputia don't get it twisted I spit but I'm a shooter glock 17 clip hangin longer then a ruler every time I see them hoes they be like you the best like drizzy but I tell them I'm cooler I ain't even here she gave me brain like a tutor kick dat chick out early in the morning like a rooster I'm a D.O.P.E.B.O.Y lookin like money every time I flow by haters hatin on me I don't know why cause I'm cum from the bottom where the sun don't shine pops died young so I had to man up cases got court so I had to stand up I'm the best around hands down hands up smack a sucka right in front of his squad and what like... Yup yup we make em say... yup yup we make em say... yup yup we got em like... let's get it you got a boyfriend no we don't care dat were the money at it's over here we ball hard bottles in the air chillin in the whip make them bitties stop and stare Them boys damn near forty they ain't fuckin with shorty I shine like a buck worth of jewelry for sure he the hottest in america all guts glory benzo 6 all on dat back rob horry limbo brake the corner all eyes on me like I'm tupac niggas envy wanna Shakur me haters why get mad I get paper all black Camaro lookin like darth vader diamonds in ma chain like the water in jamaica all blue them bitties like who the f r you my niggas we ball through somethin we all do on dat if she pop me she proly will call you my niggas tryna turn a pound of raw to a mally in the kitchen million dollar whippin like Bugatti me ma niggas got be hata like how he do that who dat we dat prolly Yup yup we make em say... yup yup we make em say... yup yup we got em like let's get it You got a boyfriend no we don't care dat now where the money at it's over here we ball hard bottles in the air chillin in the whip make them bitties stop and stareeeeeee!