conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Basic Bitch with the following description: This is most likely not from Meek’s upcoming album Dreams Worth More Than Money.
  The Migos collaboration from his album was already featured in a snippet released by DC Records. It is called Contagious.
  https://youtu.be/iLcqBMuL2fU?t=101 Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Meek Mill]
  When I say weakass, you say bitch
  Weakass bitch, weakass bitch
  I don't want no basic bitches, basic bitches
  I don't want no basic bitches, wait a minute motherfucker
  [Hook: Meek Mill]
  White
   niggas be talkin' hard
  Talkin' shit till we pull your card
  Take your chain, beat you up
  Fuck your bitch, clean you up
  My niggas wylin', we wylin' wylin'
  My niggas wylin', we be wylin', we wylin' wylin'
  My niggas wylin', we be wylin' we wylin', wylin'
  My niggas wylin'
  And I don't want no basic bitches
  [Verse 1: Meek Mill]
  She ain't never fuck with a rich nigga
  She told me that her ex was a bitch nigga
  So I told her put me on the 'Gram though
  Just to flex on that nigga with some real killers
  And now he on my line talkin' reckless
  I'm thinkin', should I slide or should I check him?
  But I ain't goin' to war bout no pussy though
  But if you tryna you get wet then
  Runnin' with my niggas on the low-low
  We in the south side, talkin' mafioso
  I be really outside, bustin' with my four-four
  Right there on the south side, watching for the po-po
  Sharper than a motherfucker
  We gettin' money like a motherfucker
  She suckin' dick for Red Bottoms
  You bet some bitches call 'em bloodsuckers
  Get it? [Hook]
  [Verse 2: Quavo]
  I know exactly what Meek talkin' bout
  I took your basic ass ho and then I nut on her mouth
  Broke niggas you can stand to the left
  Rich niggas to the right with their pistols out
  Playin' with a cat, got her whiskers out
  Got 'Rari's and Bentleys, and Fiskers out
  Hold up, what the fuck this nigga talkin' bout?
  Yo, Takeoff, pull the Mac-11 out
  Young niggas wylin', 12 o'clock on a Friday
  Pull up like Big Worm, I want my money Friday
  And you can have your basic bitches
  Because my hoes' siddity with fat ass and titties
  [Hook]
  [Verse 3: Takeoff]
  Takeoff, I make the work disappear like a magician
  Take that envy then stand in the kitchen, whip me up a chicken
  I beat that pot like a chemist, money bat-bat like it's tennis
  And free my niggas in penitentiaries, they locked in the system
  I pray the Lord is my witness, nigga, I'm stackin' them benjis
  Ever since they killed Pistol Pete my nigga, I turned to a menace
  And all these diamonds around my neck, I put on two of them chinchillas
  Drop my top in the winter, 
  cash out at the Beverly Center
  Go to my jeweler out in Cuba, get diamonds below temperature
  Double cup my muddy trouble, I'm an Actavis citizen
  Bitches run around the lobby, boot 'em up, but no Timberlands
  Your bitch pull up to my trap with no call
  Like football she get penalties [Hook]