It's Me Again (Remix) Lyrics

Featuring Meek Mill & Cassidy

I'm right back in a new LLac
Triple black flac, I'm in the jews back
I'm in my to black and our numbers match
School time nerds, we should go with 10 that
AK 47, apprehend that
Say who you wanna and get ‘em sent back
You tell the center it's fresh for Artie
Now who wanna join? Meet the sorority
Grand 5 grand, get in line niggas
It's school day, bitches
Spike lee at the floor seats
Hoppin' on niggas gang
It's just my done speed
Wuddup? That word blank, shittin' on the termites
I'm the best thing smokin' up the turn pipe
I hear him caughin' up a lung now
My man you ring bells, you hear that bong sound?

Pocket full of money, that be millions
Bottles have me ringin' and they really good
Niggas that hatin' really starin' and they get it good
Don't worry ‘bout it homie cuz I'm a million

They got me C.Grand, it's on the side
And I could even throw stacks, I bust that thang
They call me Mr. Goddamn, that's my bitch
They call me MR. GuessWhat, that's my bitch too (Hello!)

I said killin' all South Beach, 20 grand on me
Jury so loud like a marching band, homie
Hide it in the stove, that should put pan on me
I don't really do the problem pussy, I go hand money

To the lamest Lamborgini, count them fetucini
Swimmin' in your bitch, no water her bikini
Your money so teenie just like mighty mo mini
Boy I'm pickin' out these bitches just to tack ‘em like a fetish

And my wrist be on that hard clique
Aside thorugh the subs like the bucket's so nautical
She callin' you daddy?
Well I'mma pick her daughter up

Treat ‘er like weekend and party her, marry her
Ir that you bitch? That your chick?
No it ain't, now you lie
Every week she fuckin' me
I beat it like some vital sound
I'm so high, why am I on this heard

I could be somewhere in the solar system
But your bitch is rollin' with him

Pocket full of money, that be millions
Bottles have me ringin' and they really good
Niggas that hatin' really starin' and they get it good
Don't worry ‘bout it homie cuz I'm a million

They got me C.Grand, it's on the side
And I could even throw stacks, I bust that thang
They call me Mr. Goddamn, that's my bitch
They call me MR. GuessWhat, that's my bitch too (Hello!)

It's me again, me me again
They watchin' me like CNS
I'm very cute, drop a roof
4-8 coup they see me in
I know you wish you could wear that exclusive gear that he be in
Your money funny, comedian
That's shit's why you don't wanna see me win
If you wanna see me lose, I swear when I see you do
I'mma squeeze the tools
See u'm fly man fo
But I'm a G so don't get SH It incolo
Y'all mean homie home, I'm spittin' cooked crack
You bet put my rack on the
Got that nigga teen on, got a green on me
Got that codeine on me
Metamphetamines on me
Niggas scheme on me so I keep Lebron team only

And they got the same names as Achim homie
Sent me far as bars, I come with plenty
‘Cause my life like a reality show that wanna end
Get me

Pocket full of money, that be millions
Bottles have me ringin' and they really good
Niggas that hatin' really starin' and they get it good
Don't worry ‘bout it homie cuz I'm a million

They got me C.Grand, it's on the side
And I could even throw stacks, I bust that thang
They call me Mr. Goddamn, that's my bitch
They call me MR. GuessWhat, that's my bitch too (Hello!)