Lean With It
Meek Mill Lyrics


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[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

[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]

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]

Overall Meaning

Meek Mill's song Lean With It can be interpreted as a bragging track about life in the drug dealing game. The song flows with Meek's boasts about his ability to move drugs in and out of his kitchen with ease. He compares himself to Cam'Ron, a well-known drug dealer and rapper, and explains how his crew is always ready with hammers by their sides. Meek talks about his life of luxury with presidential watches and expensive cars, which he can afford with the money he makes from his drug business. He even claims to have made a million dollars off of a mixtape.


The hook of the song is about the process of making crack cocaine, with references to cooking the drug in the microwave or on the stove. When it's "right", the drug is "locked", referring to the process of turning it back into a solid form to sell. The song also references Meek's affinity for strippers, who he likes to call "bad bitches", and his ability to make them do whatever he wants. Overall, the song is a depiction of the lifestyle of a drug dealer and the money, power, and respect that comes with it.


Line by Line Meaning

Uh, In the kitchen going H.A.M again
I am working hard in the kitchen again


Fucking with them birds like Cam and them
I am dealing with drugs like Cam'ron and his crew


I'll tell you whats the word when the tan is in
I will let you know when the drugs are available


We them niggas on the curb with them hammers in
We are the guys on the street corner with guns


Whole brick, throw it on the triple beam
Weighing drugs on a triple beam scale


If it get hectic we gon stretch it like a limousine
If things get crazy, we will handle it


Ain't no crutching if I touch it then its Mr. Clean
I won't fumble the drugs, I handle them well


I be reppin in your section, me and my nigga Dean
I represent in your area with my friend Dean


Ghost boy in the ghost nigga
I am rolling in a Rolls Royce Ghost


I burn bread I ain't talking toast nigga
I make a lot of money, not just bread for toast


Whole team of killers, im the coach Digger
I have a team of killers and I am the leader


Presidential on my wrist now take your votes nigga
I have a nice watch and I am doing well


Rookie of the year, cookies in the rear
I am doing well in my first year and have drugs stored away


I got some bad bitches that will get it there
I have some women who can handle the drugs


If you dont wanna get it we gon send them there
If you don't want to handle it, we have someone else who can


If its heavy then O' Melly comin in the lear
If it's a lot of drugs, O'Melly will come with a private plane


Brick Squad like Wack and them
My crew is like the Brick Squad, like Waka Flocka and his crew


If its gucci like D. Howard I get a block for them
If it's good, like Dwight Howard, I will provide a good location to sell


I dont touch it I just leave it up to Tak and them
I don't deal with the drugs, I leave it up to Tak and his crew


Niggas started, was a drought but we was poppin' then
When things were tough, we were still making money


Lean wit it, Rock wit it
We take drugs and dance


Throw some bak up in the pot wit it
We mix drugs in the pot


Microwave or we gon pot whip it
We can either microwave or cook it on the stove


When it get right we drop that ice and make it lock wit it
When the drugs are ready, we add ice and make it hard


I made a million off a mixtape, nigga get your shit straight
I made a lot of money from a mixtape, you need to catch up


Im selling that raw shit, you sellin that whip weight
I am selling pure drugs, you are selling cut drugs


Cookin up a whole bird until I make my wrist ache
I am cooking a lot of drugs until my wrist hurts


When I pulled up to the club you should've seen your bitch face
When I arrived at the club, your girlfriend was impressed


Ugh, 50 cash in my pocket, nigga I got your stash in my pocket
I have a lot of money and I also have your drugs


Im Blowin' Money Fast in my pocket
I am spending money quickly


I said its lookin like I got Nicki ass in my pocket
I have a lot of money like Nicki Minaj


Talkin ass ass ass ass all I get is cash cash
I am making a lot of money despite people talking about me


Club LIV my last tag, I could've bought a fast Jag
My last expense was at Club LIV and I could have bought a Jag instead


The way these bitches waving at me you would've thought a cab past
The women are waving at me like a cab just drove by


No wonder why you hatin' on me nigga wit your mad ass
You're angry and hating on me for no reason


Rolee on me cost a whole brick
My Rolex watch costs a lot of money


Killers with me ain't got no pics
My associates are killers and don't take pictures


These groupie bitches ain't got no sense
These women are foolish and don't have any sense


So we make a movie on them bitches, no script
We have sex with them and film it without planning or a script


36 treat it like a dirty bitch
We treat a kilo of drugs like a dirty woman


Cause I hit it then I send it to the other strip
After selling the drugs, I send them to another location


Call me anything, don't call me by my government
Use any nickname for me, not my real name


Cause when I'm out here in the jungle we be selling bricks
When I am dealing drugs, it's like being in a jungle


Half these niggas in my hood be on some telling shit
Many guys in my neighborhood are snitches


We be on some if u snitchin' crack your melon shit
If you snitch, you will get hurt


If I ain't rockin' with the Smith its Parabellum shit
If I am not carrying a Smith & Wesson gun, I have a different one


Papi bring them on the boat he know we selling shit
We are smuggling drugs on a boat and the captain knows about it


Lean wit it, rock wit it, posted Mac 11 in the lot wit it
While dancing with drugs, we have a Mac 11 gun in the parking lot


750 getting busy wit a box in it
I have a BMW 750 with a hidden compartment


So when they pull us over they dont find them Glocks in it
If we are stopped, the police won't find our guns




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@Byron-mz7ex

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@alexanderkaycee8444

meek mill is so underrated it hurts .. he's up there on the hip-hop rushmore of his generation.

@laredits4599

under rated ? hes the king of philly he dosent drop anymore rn ti so idk wym

@redneckswithswag5985

meeks one of the few modern rappers who can actually rap.

@Boateng300

This go hard

@ethanradd

Meek Mill makes that energy music

@irvkoi

He all bout that hype!!!

@Ron-hh9yr

Ethan Radd that's why i love his music

@janayshockley8903

Not now

@leroywilliams3088

Yeah yeah

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