"Fitted Cap" lyrics
(with Meek Mill & Rick Ross)
(feat. J. Cole)
(performed as Maybach Music Group)
[Rick Ross:]
Beat Billionaire
You know I stick to the script
Twenty-million dollar nigga but I do it like this
M-M-Maybach Music
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Huh!)
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Huh!)
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap
The Rolls-Royce, it's all white
Foamposites, the LeBrons, I'm fuckin' with the Spikes
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!)
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!)
The Rolls-Royce (Huh!) it's all white (Huh!)
Foamposites, the LeBrons, I'm fuckin' with the Spikes
[Wale:]
Uh, Ferrari Mikes, bitch, I'm on my car show
My chick black and white, she ain't no dime, that bitch a Concord
11, know I'm reppin' this, shoot and I don't ever miss
The coupe I'm in is rented, I ain't with all that commitment shit
PRPs is proper, couple Gs when I'm shoppin'
My girls and my SBs, got a thing for pink boxes
Shout out Frankie the Butcher, shout out Mishka in Brooklyn
That's Omeka from 10.Deep, ATL, I'm wit' the cooker
I ain't even tryna fool, ho, I ball like private school
You bammas like Hyperstrikes, your wifey sleep outside of you
NT, those my niggas, you know we just be bullshiting
It's ironic how I drop some dough
When I got them Homer Simpsons
Look, pine green Foams, they may never see the store
Got LeBron entourages like Maverick and Richie Paul
Bitch, I ball, ho, you lame, look at my Laneys, switchin' lanes
Look at my 9s, look at my Blazers, look at my 4s, cut with laser
Look at my whore, that is your lady
Look at my flow, makin' y'all crazy
Makin' y'all sick, y'all cannot tame me
Lexus drive me, Maybach pay me, salute
[Rick Ross:]
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!)
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!)
The Rolls-Royce (Huh!) it's all white (Huh!)
Foamposites, the LeBrons, I'm fuckin' wit' the Spikes
[Meek Mill:]
Yo, I said I'm swaggin' out in my Cool Greys
No LL but these cool J's
And my wrist froze but I'm cool shaved
Like a bald head, I'm too paid
I'm too blazed and I'm too high, George Kush, the whole crew high
Wrong move and that tool fly, better calm that ass like woo-sah
It's MMG, M-O-B, young nigga, I been OG
Walk around with like 10 on me, that 5-7, that fen' on me
Don't grin on me with them long stares
You ain't God then there's no fear
Big money, all the hoes here, HD, I see it so clear
We jeweled out and we racked up, Phantom beep when it back up
Big boy look like a Mack truck, shooters ride wit' that MAC tucked
I'm a Bad Boy, bitch, ask Puff, sip Cîroc, it's my last cup
On this shit, I can't stand up, catch a case, I'll man up
This Rozay, Wale, Gunplay and that nigga Pill
In Brazil and this shit is real, got bad hoes in that whip appeal
One week and we get the deal, one day and I fucked the bitch
My Levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent, hah
[Rick Ross:]
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!)
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!)
The Rolls-Royce (Huh!) it's all white (Huh!)
Foamposites, the LeBrons, I'm fuckin' wit' the Spikes
[J. Cole:]
Fresh ass nigga, no wonder why them hoes be open
That's that nigga, so what'd I say? They okey-dokin'
How you figure? You fuckin' with me? I hope he jokin'
I'm with yo' girl, you home alone, bitch you Macauley Culkin
I'm oviedosin', ayy, homie, Cole be smokin'
Then put my ashes on you niggas, bet you gon' need lotion
I'm slowly roastin', heatin' up so you know we toastin'
Fuck hoes with no emotion, fade away like Kobe postin'
Out in Sweden like ain't shit that you can't tell us
Lord forgive me, as a kid, I used to look at niggas jealous
'Cause, uh, they had them Js and my mama wouldn't cop 'em
Can you blame her?
Hundred dollars for them bitches wasn't a option
Now we livin' much better, nigga pay whatever
Rock them bitches once then forgot about 'em forever
My kicks like my chick, I don't need to know the numbers
You just need to know I'm comin', I'll kill you niggas this summer
Cole
[Rick Ross:]
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap
The Rolls-Royce, it's all white
Foamposites, the LeBrons, I'm fuckin' wit' the Spikes
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!)
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!)
The Rolls-Royce (Huh!) it's all white (Huh!)
Foamposites, the LeBrons, I'm fuckin' wit' the Spikes
Beat Billionaire
You know I stick to the script
Twenty-million dollar nigga but I do it like this
M-M-Maybach Music
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Huh!)
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Huh!)
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap
The Rolls-Royce, it's all white
Foamposites, the LeBrons, I'm fuckin' with the Spikes
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!)
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!)
The Rolls-Royce (Huh!) it's all white (Huh!)
Foamposites, the LeBrons, I'm fuckin' with the Spikes
[Wale:]
Uh, Ferrari Mikes, bitch, I'm on my car show
My chick black and white, she ain't no dime, that bitch a Concord
11, know I'm reppin' this, shoot and I don't ever miss
The coupe I'm in is rented, I ain't with all that commitment shit
PRPs is proper, couple Gs when I'm shoppin'
My girls and my SBs, got a thing for pink boxes
Shout out Frankie the Butcher, shout out Mishka in Brooklyn
That's Omeka from 10.Deep, ATL, I'm wit' the cooker
I ain't even tryna fool, ho, I ball like private school
You bammas like Hyperstrikes, your wifey sleep outside of you
NT, those my niggas, you know we just be bullshiting
It's ironic how I drop some dough
When I got them Homer Simpsons
Look, pine green Foams, they may never see the store
Got LeBron entourages like Maverick and Richie Paul
Bitch, I ball, ho, you lame, look at my Laneys, switchin' lanes
Look at my 9s, look at my Blazers, look at my 4s, cut with laser
Look at my whore, that is your lady
Look at my flow, makin' y'all crazy
Makin' y'all sick, y'all cannot tame me
Lexus drive me, Maybach pay me, salute
[Rick Ross:]
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!)
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!)
The Rolls-Royce (Huh!) it's all white (Huh!)
Foamposites, the LeBrons, I'm fuckin' wit' the Spikes
[Meek Mill:]
Yo, I said I'm swaggin' out in my Cool Greys
No LL but these cool J's
And my wrist froze but I'm cool shaved
Like a bald head, I'm too paid
I'm too blazed and I'm too high, George Kush, the whole crew high
Wrong move and that tool fly, better calm that ass like woo-sah
It's MMG, M-O-B, young nigga, I been OG
Walk around with like 10 on me, that 5-7, that fen' on me
Don't grin on me with them long stares
You ain't God then there's no fear
Big money, all the hoes here, HD, I see it so clear
We jeweled out and we racked up, Phantom beep when it back up
Big boy look like a Mack truck, shooters ride wit' that MAC tucked
I'm a Bad Boy, bitch, ask Puff, sip Cîroc, it's my last cup
On this shit, I can't stand up, catch a case, I'll man up
This Rozay, Wale, Gunplay and that nigga Pill
In Brazil and this shit is real, got bad hoes in that whip appeal
One week and we get the deal, one day and I fucked the bitch
My Levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent, hah
[Rick Ross:]
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!)
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!)
The Rolls-Royce (Huh!) it's all white (Huh!)
Foamposites, the LeBrons, I'm fuckin' wit' the Spikes
[J. Cole:]
Fresh ass nigga, no wonder why them hoes be open
That's that nigga, so what'd I say? They okey-dokin'
How you figure? You fuckin' with me? I hope he jokin'
I'm with yo' girl, you home alone, bitch you Macauley Culkin
I'm oviedosin', ayy, homie, Cole be smokin'
Then put my ashes on you niggas, bet you gon' need lotion
I'm slowly roastin', heatin' up so you know we toastin'
Fuck hoes with no emotion, fade away like Kobe postin'
Out in Sweden like ain't shit that you can't tell us
Lord forgive me, as a kid, I used to look at niggas jealous
'Cause, uh, they had them Js and my mama wouldn't cop 'em
Can you blame her?
Hundred dollars for them bitches wasn't a option
Now we livin' much better, nigga pay whatever
Rock them bitches once then forgot about 'em forever
My kicks like my chick, I don't need to know the numbers
You just need to know I'm comin', I'll kill you niggas this summer
Cole
[Rick Ross:]
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap
The Rolls-Royce, it's all white
Foamposites, the LeBrons, I'm fuckin' wit' the Spikes
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!)
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!)
The Rolls-Royce (Huh!) it's all white (Huh!)
Foamposites, the LeBrons, I'm fuckin' wit' the Spikes
