Let Me See - Meek Mill, Paloma Ford

Don’t nothing move but the money, and the bad bitches twerking

In a room full of money, I didn’t have it I was working

I’m certain Imma get it, bout to kill it, close the curtains

All these clown ass niggas, we should put you in the circus

It’s 5 in the morning, and I got too turnt up

And I know you want it, so you ain’t got to hide it no more, let me see

Let me see, let me see

You ain’t got to hide it no more, let me see

Let me see, let me see

You ain’t got to hide it no more, let me see

You want me, you got me

It’s something in the air I can’t deny

Your body, boy, it’s toxic

When I pop it, I know you can’t get enough

Andale andale

They bring me that money when I hit the club

Andale andale

Now bring me my money

This feeling, it’s crazy

Just maybe, I could let you get it

Taste of my touch, boy it’s like drugs

So don’t try to cuff, we’re only here for one night

I get it, I get it, I’m with it my nigga

They talk it, I live it

I walk in the building, talk of the city, parking the Bentley

Started in Philly, really I started with plenty

Where niggas popping that semi, you pull up I’m popping the willy

Got money, you ain’t got no time

And if you got time you ain’t got no money

And everybody screaming if you broke you a joke

And I’m trying to figure why a nigga look so funny

Got a quarter on my neck, pull up on em, flex

You niggas sound bitter and really look upset

And I be round niggas, just money power respect

We cop, cook, and collect, and never making it stretch

You never making a check, smelling the odor

I whip it with soda, I been in with Hova, drinking on spade

Puffing with Diddy, I’m talking to Costa

Puerto Rico, bad bitches, got em over