It may not mean nothin to ya'll,
I can see it n dey faces dat dey want me to fall,
Dey like [? ] by da rim, shit dey don't want me to ball,
Cause all dem lil bad bitches I be fuckin em all,
I want dis shit forever,
Haters tried to take my life n stop my heart but I'm too clever,
Kill me never, Haters shine I prosper,
Dey just wanna be me but could'ntsee me with binoculars,
Rappin ass niggas built for TV need a oscar,
N I ain't talkin DeLahoya, but if I was den I'd b Hopkins,
Eww first name strongest, last name stronger,
Flow so cold listen to it catch pneumonia,
Diesel n da air we don't touch da arizona,
Diamond studded yellow bright lit lookin like corona,
Ahoma da face blue n yellow like Melo,
N my chain multi colors lookin like it's frozen jello,
Hello, steady eatin money for a meal,
Drinkin rosay for a beverage,
Let me get some leverage,
When I was locked down I was million dollar schemin,
Rolls Royce dreamin, microphone feinin,
I mean it,
Hungry like dis rhymer down n [? ],
N I ain't [? ],
But god keep me [? ],
19 years old n da hole,
Watchin my dreams shatter dat all my goals,
Don't fade away like 4th quarter past da 23,
Young and I'm getting it, young and I'm getting it
Young and I'm getting it, young and I'm getting it
I'm just young and I don't give a shit
I just want the money, y'all can keep them bitches
Cause I'm young and I'm getting it, I'm young and I'm getting it
[Hook]
Ok, I wake up in the morning and I see dollar signs
Said Shawty wanna rolling, I'm like oh man she fine
I got money all in my pocket and my audermar on shine
So why you hating on me, huh, I'm just living my life
I'm just young and I'm getting it, young and I'm getting it
Young and I'm getting it, young and I'm getting it
I'm just young and I don't give a shit
I just want the money, y'all can keep them bitches
Cause I'm young and I'm getting it, I'm young and I'm getting it
Yeah, young nigga I get money and fuck hoes on my spare time
She don't fuck on the first night, then she don't mean my damn life
Niggas smoking that Bob Marley, that Bob Marley like yeah molly
I'm sipping on the whole A for that purp shit, bed time
I cop forz like jaws, y'all niggas ain't import'
Shawty want that molly, and I'ma give what she order
Tats all in my body, strapped up like a war
Eat the pussy I prolly, if it smell like water
Her neck top say fuck me, my wrist talk say suck me
The niggas claiming they balling, I take yoru bitch Chris Humphrey
And make them buy me a whip nigga
Nothing less than the 6 nigga,
Y'all ray I'm up like hoes, all you are some bitch niggas
[Hook]
Ok, I wake up in the morning and I see dollar signs
Said Shawty wanna rolling, I'm like oh man she fine
I got money all in my pocket and my audermar on shine
So why you hating on me, huh, I'm just living my life
I'm just young and I'm getting it, young and I'm getting it
Young and I'm getting it, young and I'm getting it
I'm just young and I don't give a shit
I just want the money, y'all can keep them bitches
Cause I'm young and I'm getting it, I'm young and I'm getting it
Ok, your baby mama, I ball that, side chick I ball that
Main chick, I ball that, and your dream girl just called back
I'm still repping that north side with that big P on my ballcap
These broke niggas don't like me, cause they say I think I'm all that
Now come cop that rarri, I don't need to feel sorry
Niggas claiming my flows, I took pretty niggas on mar
And I ain't claming these hoes, have these haters looking all sorry
When I pulled up in that rose, I've been surfing on them like noli
Got 3 hoes like Santa Clause, an underboss...
Hit you girl by mistake nigga, one... planned it all
I told homie I hit it there, these niggas wanna be planned all
Knowing that girl is main thang, that shit don't like nigga, bang, bang
[Hook]
Ok, I wake up in the morning and I see dollar signs
Said Shawty wanna rolling, I'm like oh man she fine
I got money all in my pocket and my audermar on shine
So why you hating on me, huh, I'm just living my life
I'm just young and I'm getting it, young and I'm getting it
Young and I'm getting it, young and I'm getting it
I'm just young and I don't give a shit
I just want the money, y'all can keep them bitches
Young and I'm getting it, young and I'm getting it
Young and I'm getting it, young and I'm getting it
I'm just young and I don't give a shit
I just want the money, y'all can keep them bitches
Cause I'm young and I'm getting it, I'm young and I'm getting it
[Hook - Kirko Bangz]
Ok, I wake up in the morning and I see dollar signs
Said Shawty wanna rolling, I'm like oh man she fine
I got money all in my pocket and my Audermar on shine
So why you hating on me, huh, I'm just living my life
I'm just young and I'm getting it, young and I'm getting it
Young and I'm getting it, young and I'm getting it
I'm just young and I don't give a shit
I just want the money, y'all can keep them bitches
Cause I'm young and I'm getting it, I'm young and I'm getting it
[Meek Mill - Verse 1]
Yeah, young nigga I get money and fuck hoes on my spare time
She don't fuck on the first night, then she don't mean my damn life
Niggas smoking that Bob Marley, that Bob Marley like yeah molly
I'm sipping on the whole A for that purp shit, bed time
I cop forz like jaws, y'all niggas ain't import'
Shawty want that molly, and I'ma get what she order
Tats all in my body, strapped up like a war
Eat the pussy I prolly, if it smell like water
Her neck talk say fuck me, my wrist talk say suck me
The niggas claiming they balling, I take yoru bitch Chris Humphrey
And make them buy me a whip nigga
Nothing less than the 6 nigga,
Y'all ray I'm up like hoes, all you are some bitch niggas
[Hook]
Ok, I wake up in the morning and I see dollar signs
And Shawty wanna rolling, I'm like oh man she fine
I got money all in my pocket and my Audermar on shine
So why you hating on me, huh, I'm just living my life
I'm just young and I'm getting it, young and I'm getting it
Young and I'm getting it, young and I'm getting it
I'm just young and I don't give a shit
I just want the money, y'all can keep them bitches
Cause I'm young and I'm getting it, I'm young and I'm getting it
[Meek Milll - Verse 2]
Okay, your baby mama, I ball that, side chick I ball that
Main chick, I ball that, and your dream girl just called back
I'm still repping that north side with that big P on my ballcap
These broke niggas don't like me, cause they say I think I'm all that
Now come cop that 'rarri, I don't need to feel sorry
Niggas claiming my flows, I took pretty niggas on mar
And I ain't claming these hoes, have these haters looking all sorry
When I pulled up in that Roll's, swag was surfing on 'em like narley
Like 3 hoes like Santa Clause, saying I'm the boss, ya'll interupt
Hit you girl by mistake nigga, wasn't even in my plan at all
I told homie I hit it there, these niggas wanna be planned all
Knowing that girl is main thang, that shit don't like nigga, bang, bang
Yeah, Philly in this bitch!
Loso waddup?
[Meek Mill:]
Check me,
I from the city where the skinny niggas ride
With a Semi.45 to make the biggest niggas fold up, roll up
I done seen the realest niggas froze up
When that Mack squeezing hollows in your back
Leaking that, decent if you want to everytime I come through
Everybody whispering, talking what gon do
Hundred grand in straight cash
Make me put it on you and have your own homies tryna swarm you
I'm sworn to riding with this Glock.40
And I got it on, too
They tell me to put it down
But they don't know what I'm going through
Niggas playing checkers and it's chess
So what's a pawn to a king that got his money right?
You niggas on a hunger strike
Now it's dead-broke, man, I used to grind a hundred a night
A hundred day, selling white, I tell you it ain't nothing nice
I be going so hard, man I don't see my son at night
Baby mama bitching, I'm just trying to get my young'un right
Started with a dollar to a half a ticket
And I just signed my deal today
For all you rapping niggas. Money ain't a joke
You see me laughing niggas?
All my goonies they ain't talking, they just clapping niggas
You gonna think my dogg a roofer, brought a ladder with him
My other homie a mechanic, got his ratchet with him
And they shooting for real, they shooting to kill
I got some mami's up state, they doing the will
I remember niggas shooting for dear life
30 years on us, cops pull at the red lights
We riding with them hammers
Know a couple young'uns that died before their grandma
I'm not trying to play with hammers
A lot of niggas fronted back when I was in the slammer
But now I got that paper and I be going bananas
Like Tony Montana, Nino and the Carter got me leaning even harder
With this Nina in my cargoes
I can't meet 'em any farther
If the niggas want the work
Tell 'em meet me out North, 20-something in birds
Used to be with 50 niggas, 20 of 'em got murked
20 done turned pussy, the other 10 put in work
Yeah! I'm screaming "this is the life"
If you ain't hooping then you whipping the white
They even hitting the white
I talked to 'em try to give them advice
Niggas get left, they wasn't living too right...
Yea! Niggas get left, they wasn't living too right
I ain't a killer but don't push me
I look a sucker in his eyes tell ya if he pussy
Remember winter times, the people would overlook me
The bitches would try to play me, my future was looking shady
Wanted to be a star, they locked me behind bars
Tried to shatter my dreams, I tell ya, them times hard
I ain't never give up, I hustled, I grind hard
Put my faith in God I know I'm a shine hard
I had no choice but to win
But the odds was against me so I'm rolling through this bitch with my palms on the semi
My dad died when I was young so my mom would defend me
My sister would protect me
Now the main niggas respect me
Had to learn to be a man
Learn to hold my hands
Learn to work that scale, turn them ounces into grams
Learn to work that too, stack this money and feed the fam
Ridin with the [?] puffin on the purp
Overtime on you niggas, I'm goin to work
I'm goin to work, I'm goin to work
Overtime on you niggas, cause I'm goin tow work
I'm goine get it any means necessary
Cause you know I'm bout my paper like a secratary
I'm goin to work [x4]
Gotta go to court tomorrow, D.A. on my dick
So I'm a wear my automar, just to make em sick
I might go yellow presi on em, just to make em pissed
Then go home and break a brick and break it down to bacon bits
I'm goin to work, I'm goin to work
The phones poppin, like we on the 1st
We up in neimans, we goin bizerk
A nigga cross me, he goin to church
Ridin thru the hood, back of the back
Started in the front, now they in back with a back
No love for the haters, no rap for the rats
Velcro shawty, we strapper then strapped
Half you niggas tellin so we never sellin work
They don't wanna come and get it then we mail em work
Put my money in it so you now it better work
And my shooters with me and you know they put in work
Ridin with the [?] puffin on the purp
Overtime on you niggas, I'm goin to work
I'm goin to work, I'm goin to work
Overtime on you niggas, cause I'm goin tow work
I'm goine get it any means necessary
Cause you know I'm bout my paper like a secratary
I'm goin to work [x4]
I might go buy a boat tomorrow, just to take a trip
Big belly rude boy, bad jamaican bitch
Or head straight to Columbia, I'm talkin bulgatar
Ship em up to Philly, milli living like he gorbetroph
Not the regan era but a nigga makin cheddar
Gray [?] in the mirror and I'm never tellin
The game sweet so the seats watermelon
Clip full of sunflower seeds and my mac 11
And I steal a motherfucker like a student felon
Bookbags on the block and them bitches sellin
I'm goin to work [x4]
Ridin with the [?] puffin on the purp
Overtime on you niggas, I'm goin to work
I'm goin to work, I'm goin to work
Overtime on you niggas, cause I'm goin tow work
I'm goine get it any means necessary
Cause you know I'm bout my paper like a secratary
I'm goin to work [x4]
Got some youngins that will murder for a new bike
Have you lookin like you fresh up out a food fight
Spaghetti on yo head
Shirt ketchup red
Shootin banana clips, we ain't never scared
Niggas say they lookin for me they ain't never there
I'm like I'm at yo phone store cause I'm everywhere
I'm gone get it any means necessary
Cause you know I'm bout my paper like a secretary
Gave my ni99a 50 years forever barry
He say he gone make it home like he never worried
Free da homie rick, and free my homie brick
Doin hard time [?] 36
Tried to get her number shawty she ain't know me then
Wanna fuck me now, I'm like you dirty bitch
Rookie of the year, cause I murder shit
And I'm way back
Cause I'm maybach
Ridin with the [?] puffin on the purp
Overtime on you niggas, I'm goin to work
I'm goin to work, I'm goin to work
Overtime on you niggas, cause I'm goin tow work
I'm goine get it any means necessary
Cause you know I'm bout my paper like a secratary
[Hook:]
I won't stop until ah, I get get get a (a billion, a billion, a billion, a billion.)
I won't stop until ah, I get get get a (a billion, a billion, a billion, a billion.)
I won't stop until ah, I get get get a (a billion, a billion, a billion, a billion.)
I won't stop until ah, I get get get a (a billion, a billion, a billion, a billion.)
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
I'm going to get it from the muscle
When they ask my motivation I say struggle
Cause when your dead broke them haters will start to love you
The women don't really hate you they never think nothing of you
But I'm a make 'em love me! Until the day that I die
Swag on a hundred I'm so fly I bought a place in the sky
Like the Jetsons
I'm destined
To do it like the best did
If shit stink
Then I really think I must have stepped in a pile of it
Bullshit, I done walked a mile of it
Took a broker home and made smile of it, really though
Benjamin's and Jackson's
Grant's down to old George
On my mind like everyday
So you know I'm a go for it
Homie say he use to get it
What he got to show for it
Little bit of money from the jury that he sold for
No navigation
I'm just driving on the road for
Billion dollar life style
'Til they turn my lights down
[Hook:]
I won't stop until ah, I get get get a (a billion, a billion, a billion, a billion.)
I won't stop until ah, I get get get a (a billion, a billion, a billion, a billion.)
I won't stop until ah, I get get get a (a billion, a billion, a billion, a billion.)
I won't stop until ah, I get get get a (a billion, a billion, a billion, a billion.)
[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Billion dollar dreams
And hundred dollar nightmares
Success is in my arm reach
I can see it right there
I just got to grab it
But I'm stuck in traffic
Still on probation but I'm clutchin' on that 'matic
Cops catch me with it, judge gon' give me somethin' tragic
But these haters, they gon' kill me if I don't have it, just pray for me
Money, dreams, comin' now, Homie screamin' wait for me
I'm telling him, hurry up they trying to close this gate on me
Get money or die
I never thought I'd see the day my dreams comin' alive
When I was locked inside a cell I had a run in with God
He told never look back, I never known him to lie. So I did it
I got with it, started grinding and shining
Had to take a sacrifice ain't have no time for the crying like let's get it
Now I got it and I'm livin' my life
They throwing shade cause I'm livin' the life. Yeah!
[Hook:]
I won't stop until ah, I get get get a (a billion, a billion, a billion, a billion.)
I won't stop until ah, I get get get a (a billion, a billion, a billion, a billion.)
I won't stop until ah, I get get get a (a billion, a billion, a billion, a billion.)
I won't stop until ah, I get get get a (a billion, a billion, a billion, a billion.)
[Chorus:]
Niggas snitchin on dey homies gettin em life,
Still walkin around like da shit is allright,
But dis is da life, yea what part of da ame is dat,
Tell me what part of da game is dat,
Same niggas dat u roll with 4 da rest of yo life,
Soon as u go up state nigga hittin yo wife,
But dis is da life, yea what part of da ame is dat,
Tell me what part of da game is dat,
[Verse 1:]
Dey say loyalty, brings forth royalty,
Da main reason ya'll niggas is broke,
Main reason when it go down you nigga will choke,
Dats y I leave my circle tight n keep my famile close,
Yea uh, it b da niggas dat u trust doe,
Cut throat do u dirty n wnt give a fuck doe,
Yo luck doe, same ones u ride 4 n die 4,
Stab u n yo back u got yo eyes closed,
Think dat it's all love, all daps, all hugs,
Dey don't wanna see u eat, dey rather see all blood,
Over nothin all cause u was n da light,
Dey was n da left lane n u was n da right,
Da difference is u say a nigga ride cause he down to pull a trigga,
But I say a nigga ride when u down he send u pictures,
Showin luv droppin money on yo kids,
Nowdays u go 2 jail dey actin like u dead
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
I said u used to b a boss, got indited started snitchin,
All dat money u was gettin got a nerve to start pitchin,
Wasn't sayin dat when u was louie luggage trippin,
U and yo chick stylin,
Spendin thousand at da islands,
But now u n a jam, u could'ntwith bein silent,
So u rather rat yo homie out coward,
Got his baby mom stressin, kids growin up without a father,
B da main niggas talkin like dey ridin,
Selfish, wouldn't bust a grape not if u hired dem at welch's,
Da type to leave yo nigga n a fire n watch him meltin,
I say what part of da game is dat,
Niggas tellin all on dey homies, how lame is dat,
We [? ] niggas go n let da game collapse,
Dats y I'm spittin pain so I can da game get back,
N these niggas I ain't got nothin for,
Cause I'm real n I remember every nigga ain't loyal
I use to be a use to
I use to be a use to
I use to be a use to
I used to grind in the dirty
I used to cry to 'til it hurt
I will look up to the heavens
When is my time gonna come
I use to be a use to
But I never got use to
Being what I use to, be
Said I use to be a use to
But I never got use to
Being what I use to be
I was never use to niggas that was use to
Being broke so I started selling coke
Times got hard was selling soap
Scheming just like the preacher in church he selling hope
Now I'm getting older, heart getting colder
Looking at my son while his head lay on my shoulder
Thinking in my head will I make it to see him grow up
Or will I catch a bullet from something these niggas throwing
Trying to take me out, in the hood trying to make it out
Niggas plotting on me cops all staking out
Trying to get a couple bricks so I can make a house
Close friends hating on me really trying to play me out
Damn, but niggas couldn't deal with me
If they had blackjack my shooters would still hit them
North side of philly where it's real gritty
And dirty at where everyday they murder at
I use to be a use to
I use to be a use to
I use to be a use to
I used to grind in the dirty
I used to cry to 'til it hurt
I will look up to the heavens
When is my time gonna come
I use to be a use to
But I never got use to
Being what I use to, be
Said I use to be a use to
But I never got use to
Being what I use to be
When I was young I started planning it out
My daddy got killed I was the man of the house
By the age of 16 man them hammers was out
So when niggas trying to hit me I'm just handing them out
Cause I ain't trying to see my mom crying, and my sis mourning
So I'mma let this little mac 11 rip on them
Louis vuitton sneaks watch the blood drip on them
For all the times I bled the tears I she'd
Every time I made money it was here I said
And if my niggas asked for it it was yeah I said
Selling butter just to get the fam bread I spread
I got married to the streets and it was here I wed
Cause I was never use to being what I use to
Started off walking now the rolls royce a coup too
I'mma let the top down every time I shoot through
To give them motivation even though I know they hating
I use to be a use to
I use to be a use to
I use to be a use to
I used to grind in the dirty
I used to cry to 'til it hurt
I will look up to the heavens
When is my time gonna come
I use to be a use to
But I never got use to
Being what I use to, be
Said I use to be a use to
But I never got use to
Being what I use to be
The man with the gold makes the rules
And one who makes the rules break the rules
Some niggas make it alive, some make the news
It's either family or money, I hate to choose
Cause you need money just to feed the fam, the family keep you cool
Got a nigga on the papers still I keep the tool
Niggas heard I'm getting money so they creeping though
I keep my hand up on that hammer what's for me to do?
Let these niggas kill me?
Try to line me up so they can rail me?
I'm just giving you the real me
Started with a dollar now I got it and I'm filthy
I use to be a use to
I use to be a use to
I use to be a use to
I used to grind in the dirty
I used to cry to 'til it hurt
I will look up to the heavens
When is my time gonna come
I use to be a use to
But I never got use to
Being what I use to, be
Said I use to be a use to
But I never got use to
[Rick Ross]
Tupac back, Tupac back
There's all these bitches screaming that Tupac back
All eyes on me, better Picture Me Rollin'
Buying brand new rims, but them bitches is stolen
Stranded on Death Row, Brenda having my baby
But I'm stacking my paper, I need a brand new Mercedes
They screaming Tupac back, Tupac back
There's all these btiches screaming that Tupac back
[Meek Mill]
huh, Tupac back, I'm 2 glocks strapped
Rolling down in Philly this the new Iraq
Soon as I hit the the hood they screaming who got wacked
It's a recession on the work, I'm screaming who got crack
I'm sippin Hennessy, riding on my muthaf-cking enemies
Sliding in the back screamin MMG (Maybach Music)
10 bitches and they dime so it's TennesseeHail Mary, put my wrist on froze
Presidential is gold, n-gga play with my money my Jeweller lifting his soul
40 kick like in soccer? Bullets hittin' the goal
Bitch I'm like John Wall cause I just give em and go
Plotting on this new 7, I can picture me rolling
Pockets look like they pregnant because them bitches is swollen
Got a ? my cologne, all them snitches could hold em
Look at them muthaf-ckin' wheels, them bitches is stolen
They screamin'
[Hook]
[Meek Mill]
Mommy a soldier, daddy is dead
Catch the n-gga that did it, and we gon' carry his head
F-ck 911, tell em have him in?
Talking Death Row records, tell em have me a chair
Let it burn, I'm screaming free my n-gga Earl?
He's due in, no hestitation we can't even get a turn
And my Mackaveli CD then I listened than I learned
Grabbed my Mac above the dresser, my OG's say hold it firm
I'm dreaming spitting with Pac, cyphers with BIG
Try to send me upstate with the license ?
Had me scraping ym wax, sleeping, my knife in the bed
Got a n-gga on point like there'sa price on my head
I going max, got me knocking suckers and they back
In the cell, raising hell, tryna get back to the trap
But don't ever get it twisted it's Meek Mill spittin' facts
PLus somebody said they seen it and they mean it so they steady screaming
This is the life [x2]
Yeah
This is the life [x2]
Tony killed his own man Ty for a whole brick
Lined him all up and gave him a whole clip
Said he wasn't eating he wanted his own shit
And not to mention Ty was fuckin his old bitch
But Ty wasn't a shooter that nigga just sold bricks
And Tony was reckless he neva had no pick
Tony was like the Alpo Ty was the Lil Rich
Two niggas with a dream that plotted on growin rich
Started as a team but Ty he got on quick
Jealously da reason that Ty got left all stiff
Got Tony at da viewin Ty mom cryin to em
He hug her, tell her whoever did this he gon do em
From there it was a silence, she ain't condone violence
But they killed her only son so when he said it she just nodded
And he told her dat eh got her, grimmey at his best
Like Tony had a cold you feel it's slimey in his chest
Yes he had da nerve to carry da casket
Strapped up before he went he had to carry his ratchet
He nervous walkin like he tryna carry him faster
Nigga even grabbed da shovel tryna bury his faster
Next week he at the mall
Roley on his arm
Two bad bitches with him laughin havin a ball
Seen Ty cousin Paul, Paul could'nt believe it
Same nigga asked him for a front last weekend
Walkin round da mall Louie on bags Neiman
With the gold diggin bitches Lil Kee and bad Trina
He dap Tony up
Tryna cap Tony up
In his head thinkin "How we gon clap Tony up"?
But Tony ain't worried cause eh strapped Tony up
7 days of runnin he already turned it up
He got Paulie burnin up, he ready 2 ride
He know Tony a killa but he ready 2 die
Ahhhhhh smell the death all in the air
Paulie thinkin bout puttin a check all on his head
But he can't, cause Tony he done killed his 1st cousin
If he let somebody else do it, it won't mean nothin
He wanna see him bleedin, he wanna see him gaspin
Wanna watch him die slow like he sufferin from cancer
He feel that Tony did it but he don't really know da answer
So he gon let it burn
Until he get confirmed
Couple months fly by, Tony on the highrise
Started flippin, now he got dem chickens in like popeye
Paulie still gettin it, always been a top guy
He ain't really club, but tonight he gon stop by
Seen Lil Kee an dem, it was 2 or 3 of dem
Standin in da line he said I'm a pay for me n dem
Pulled da money out started countin it and teasin em
U know Kee gold diggin ass wanna b with him
Slid up need a club told da waiter give me 3 of dem
Bottles of da spade, now Kee just wanna leave with him
He said where yo phone at
She said where u goin at
He said I'm a slide out
She said I'm a ride out
Told her friends I'll call ya'll tomarrow when I get to my mom house
The got right up outta there, took her to his side house
Soon as they got in the crib, she just blew his mind out
Wasted off them bottles Paulie bought she on the nod out
But Paulie he ain't goin to sleep
Grab her phone up off da sheets
Took it to the livin room, Her messages he goin thru
Scroll up to Tony name, he text her "what u doin boo? "
She text him back I'm n da crib, he text her back "U comin thru? "
She text "Where I'm comin too? "
He text bacc "1022"
Woodstock and North Philly, take da e-way to da zoo
She said dat I'm comin now
Look at what Paulie found
Got da drop on where Tony livin at it's goin down
Couple weeks later Paulie on woodstock
Sittin is da mini van, tinted with his hood cocked
Tony just rolled up, Paulie got the good drop
44 in his hand bout to make da hood rock
Tony slippin, paulie all dippin
Walk up on his car like "What's poppin lil nigga"
Tony lookin shocked
His glock was n his box
So he could'ntgrab for it
Paul said "Dats ya ass boy"
He said "U still need dat work dat u asked for? "
Dropped it all on his lap it was 4 n a half raw
Tony he lookin crazy he know dis his last straw
Den Paulie just let it go put his brains on da dashboard
I pop a perc, I fuck yo bitch
Got you blowin up her phone while she suckin dick
Yellow bone, hella thick
She know I be gettin money like I'm sellin bricks
If you gone tell em somethin you should tell em this
Every time them people grabbed me I ain't tell em shit
Not a word, but my government
So they can run my name and I b bailin quick
I'm rollin round in my town
Southside and north bound
Don't throw yo hoe in that water we won't save the bithc she might drown
I'm gettin money right now
Strapped up with that pound
Gotta sad song on my hip, I swear u don't wanna hear that sound
Ok! yellow rollie, yellow bezel
My money on another level
And my bitches gettin even badder
I'm stackin paper got these haters gettin even madder
Look in their faces, I see they hatin
Get in the whip, their bitches got my cd playin
Money ain't a joke, and I ain't even playin
I tell her to spend the night and I ain't even stayin
Them hoes tell me I'm too much
Them haters tel me I'm too up
Yea I'm racked out and I'm jeweled up
Just 3 deep we ain't gooned up
We keep heat yea that tool tucked
George Jeff I done moved up
Spin the block pull that coupe up
? I put the roof up
I think I'm Tony Monatana
Ridin with the hammer
Niggas on that ape shit I let em eat banana
Ak-47 picture perfect like a camera
I point it at yo homie leave him stinkin like pamper
Fuck what u drinkin?
Fuck was u thinkin?
This 40 hit yo homie leave that nigga plankin
I got a bitch she ride it just like she Jamaican
bottle after bottle, motto after motto
spendin' all this paper like i f-cking won the lotto
all i know is yolo, nigga thats the motto
ricky told me get 'em and i told 'em that i got 'em
and i got 'em erryday, erryday
bad bitches gon f-ck me everyway, never stay
once i get it, than i'm dippin' thata way thata way
young, came up from the bottom and i never had a way
i really went from wooping 62′s, to whippin 62′s
aint none of the homies crippin'
we giving bitches the blues
we buying? bags, get in they f-cking shoes
you wonder why she aint f-cking you
winning nigga, you lose
yeah, i'm flexing, i pull up on the ghost
hundred on my necklace
and my diamonds clear they vvs'ing
i turn into a toilet on these? they bs'ing
two fingers, did it on 'em
hold up, i really shitted on 'em
i dropped dreamchaser and i made a milly on 'em
it don't matter what city i'm in, i'm going philly on 'em
with my red p hat, you don't know, we back
'bout to go to houston, heard thats where the chief at
hiding with the ? down
i could'nt get it man, get ready for that
me and wale finna drop to that real soon man
i was just playing around
shout out to the homie drizzy, all ymcmb
I talk shit like Mayweather 'cause I know I'm way better
I'm a beast like Della Reese, I'm on the grind all the time I ain't never sleep
I eat Jay-Z for breakfast, Weezy for dinner I ain't dissin not at all I'm jus a starvin little nigga tryna eat
Like a hungry Ethiopian, nigga we be trappin we got keys like a custodian
Long as clips with 33's like Nickelodeon, noticing might put you on the wing like you deodorant
Goin at every verse I'm shittin on, hard body rigamore tip he call a play I run that shit back like I'm Clinton Portis
Touchdown on these haters, like what now? Aaron Jones to all dese rappers and we hopin you shut down
It like everytime I'm round, dem shooters be on deck and I'm ready to gun down
My pockets say ching, ching my necklace ain't bling, bling
Puffin on dat Cali butter say color is string be, I be up in Hollywood wonderin why you ain't seen me
I was in the 57, mackin like a 11, high like I'm in heaven can't nobody do it better
Got dem multi-colored diamonds lookin like a gucci sweater
See dem jack boys lookin like dey wanna jack a leather, I ain't never been a pussy
Bring dem choppers to whoever[yea]
Drama, I'm a problem. you ain't tell em, I be shittin on dese rappers
I'm surprised dat you ain't smell em, or hell em, spit fire breathe ether
Creepin thru the hood, my hoodie on like I'm de reaper,
Full pound on my big boy, and dem speaker, ACP
Put you on air like you ACG, I prolli Nike check a nigga tryna play with me
Or matter fact I'll check a nigga like he ADD[what]
Cause the man up top got me
Philly in this bitch
Ok maybe it's my swagga
Everytime I come around these haters gettin madder
Gangstas in the kitchen with it whippin up the batter
When them hoes see me they like meek millz you gettin fatter
I'm eatin bitch, I'm eatin bitch
Liver than ya week can get
Dell a ric some beastin shit
Now shut up I'll eat this dick
Call up ya friends and we can get
A minaj just like nikki
Have a baby by me baby be
A millionaire like 50
10 thousand all on my wrist
Louis vs all on my feet
Louis v all on my belt
Check up boy hold my t
Check up I'm M.O.B.
I'm all about a benjamin
Shorty say her pussy wet
Guessin I'm a go swimmin then
Splash! I laugh
Get money, got cash
You hate it, you mad
I made it too bad
Just say I'm too fast
I tell em I'm a freak
And if you ask about me around philly
They will tell you I'm the streets
I'm the man round where I be
They say who dat? we dat
Cause I drop that china white and make her say I'll be back
Shorty off that crack pipe better make her relapse
Put that in her mouth and make her suck that she believe dat
Rest in peace to shawty
This 40 on my body
In the middle of the jungle
This shit realer than Jumanji
And I'm strapped
Shoot first
React
Get Murked
This verse don't make them act
Put in work
[K. Smith:]
I said niggas hatin on me cause I buy the shit they wanted
And they bitches wanna fuck me cause they say I look like money
I just be swaggin on em, hoppin in my bag on em
I switch the lexus to the beamer and now I'm baggin on em
They call me big bank shorty, yeah I mr getter goin
Ricky bobby on ya ho, stanky leg up in her tummy
I be flyer than a mug and I be leer jet stuntin
If it ain't bout money than it ain't bout nothing
Meek milly in his bag so I'm pullin out the louis
Just a filled up with cash and my gucci's filled with jewelry
And my life is like a movie got these bitches all chewy
Who party at my crib and got ya girl in my jacuzzi
See I got so many cars that I don't even gotta drive
Helicopter in the back all I gotta do is fly
Call me maybach shorty when I hit them one on one
Yeaaa hahaha uhuh conway
Is this a flamer?
Yea szir
I got Black- with me, Nitty ha!
Listen I'm a ball till I fall
Spit it lik I did it
Ride til I die with my finger on the trigger
I ain't never had nothing
I'm a get it how I'm living
Crackers wanna sit me down cause I'm a stand up ni**a
Check! I be on the block with it
Tray pound blocking it
Better shoot all in the ni**a face like - swish!
Got ya main b***h on my d**k nd she be riding it
She tell me that your f*** game suspect
Tired of it
I don't even let her suck me off
I let her polish it
She be lolly poppin it
Head shot bobbing it
But back to these dirty streets
Where these niggas on some rotton s**t
Gorrilaz with banana clips
You ont wanna collide with it
Ummm
If a nigga got beef
Tell em don't go rap bout it
Tell em meet me in the streets
Cause he kno that's where I'm at
Seven days up out the week
24 hours a day
I'm in the track I'm never sleep
I'm a east side rider
Willadel solider
Toldya ni**as out my range like rover
Hold up
Grind lik brakes with no roaders
Big boy shit
Wake a ni**a up
Fooled yas
My team pro
Mephazine soda
We boss sip
Lean ride rolla
We all get green got yolla
Got pur by the pound haze
Fluffy like ya sofa
That's how we move it
Like ain't nothin to it
Get to work bust it down and run right through it
Some say I spit retarded lik I'm stupid
If it's bout a check
Weeknights then just do it
[Chorus:]
I'm a ball till I fall
Spit it like I did it
Ride till I die
Trigger on my figger
I ain't never had nothing
I'm a get it how I'm living
Crackers wanna sit me down
Cause I'm a stand up ni**a
Ey yo the name nitty yo
Talk of the city yo
I get busy not afraid to let that semi go
I be in the line lik
It look lik a video
Never been an underdog
Stayed on top with any flow
A million a more my shit poppin out the store
If I hit it one time
But she called me back for more
I'm tryna make a million of a dollar
Grinding off the steps
Could'ntdo it had to holla
Tripein with an atittude
Nothin like my father
Still on my jay-o
Never man I can't let a day go
My a** get to work than he drop it lik a Kayo
Ask them lil niggas
They say I'm hotter than waiko
Texas, mex- elastic when I stretch shit
Richie on his way home and he can't wait to wet s**t
Back to back vans
Different b**ches on some next shit
Black on black vans
With some laces lose fresh shit
[Chorus:]
Ball till I fall
Spit it like I did it
Ride til I die
With my finger on the trigger
I ain't never had nothin
I'm a get it how I'm living
Crackers wanna sit me down cause I'm a stand up ni**a
Who got the game on smash
Who got the game on lock
You ain't got the game on nothing\
You just run that game alot
I keep that hand in poc
I keep that gun on hip
Betta keep yo distance ni**a
When I lift betta pray I miss
I'm bout that dollar dollar
That louie, gucci, and proda
That's part of my attire
I spit that rap with fire
I set that stove on fire
I drop that -bake in water
I got some nicest prices
Come on now place your order
You know I'm bout my change
You know I hold them thangs
I throw that work around lik change
Come back like boomerangs
Roll with orangatangs
They flippin bust that heat
I know the feds is watching
Homey I'm in the streets
Bust guns and held the smoke
Bust guns if I go broke
Sometimes I bust my guns if nothing just to let you know
Grown man with too much pride
I let them bullets fly
And I ain't fighting
Only thing I'm fighting is homicides
[Chorus:]
Then Ball till fall
Spit like I did it
Ride till I die with my finger on the trigger
I ain't never had nothing
I'm a get it how I'm liveing
Listen a double shot
Of henny rock
Put me where I wanna be
I'm puffin on dis purple
And I'm buzzin like a bumble bee
Niggas can't stop me
So they copy and they wanna be
He try to holla at me
I let it pop em wen he under me
You not it's only one of me
Meek fuckin milli I'm hot
You don't want none of me
And I'm down to kill him I pop
Hit up the stomach peice
Nigga get ya shit tagged
Swear to god if you survive
Ya guaranteed a shit bag
Wat ya bitch ass talkin all hard
Like you really put in sum work
Or walked through that yard
With them gorillas and killers
That put hawks to da guards
Really think you was fillin
Cause you talk to the nard
Swear to god I'm a ride for my squad
Wen the time cum
Nine in my palm
Rubber grip like a condom
You slip I behind him
To put you out ya misery
Hit him in his head
He survive he wnt remember me
Ever since a younging man
I always had a tendacy
To catch me a body
So don't you try to be a friend to me
45 taurus acp
It put a nigga in a coffin asap
I grip ta whore
Bet I score like a sat
Cause we ridin in a impala
It's a ss we
We choppin all on them choppers
Ridin on any body
We strapped just like gibrauds
We out if they try stop us
Them cops they tryn knock us
Throw that shit out the window
But on the first hand that my bitch out the window
And on the other hand
That's five to ten out the window
My petal to the metal
I ain't givin them info
I'm dipin like limbo
40ty orty crom I let it blow like nitendo
He smoken like indo
His head shot records nigga sign up now
If you hot you get a spot
If you now calm down
Young Bob blood hounds got hooked all up
Wen he rap it's like crack
Wen it's cooked all up
These niggas try me
He gettin homied
No doubts about it
I'm poppin to hit his body
I'm choppin just like karate
We in the johnny
We tented and we sendin
Me, wally, and lil donny ready to put that work in
Omelly ready for sertain
Dat dezzy hit you it's curtains
No reague we gone purple
Dat erkle that have you leanin cleamin all in the beamin
We skatin on 22's
They goggles just like Kareem
Nike you?
I'm tryna one nite you
Dick you down kick you out
Get it down in and out
Like a cross over you know it's all over
So stop the frontin and the blufin hand them draws ova
She take them clothes off
I'm like shaq going straight to the hole yal
Bite dat?
She must think I'm a fool ya'll
Be rite back
I said my niggas be rollin on sidewards sippin on shank (boss)
'Cause it ain't shit for young bosses in my camp
Certified goon 100 on stance
Got that hater throw on shade 'cause I'm shinen like a lamp
Shinen like a lamp, sh-shinen like a lamp
You see tha hater throw on shade 'cause I'm shinen like a lamp
Shinen like a lamp, sh-shinen like a lamp
Me and P-Mont in the caddy and we be slidin like a ramp [yeaa]
I get it like this like that
That purple shit that I be slingin stickin like mice traps
I take a lost but I don't fall I'm a get right back
I drop tha oils in the water and it just might
[Talking: T.I.]
I get it like this like that
That purple shit that I be slingin stickin like mice traps
I take a lost but I don't fall I'm a get right back
I drop them oils in the water and it just might crack
Said it just mite snap yea it jus mite jump
Shit I mite jus hit it hard and come up jus like luck
I got these stitches in my face and said they jus like buck
So I pop them and watch them fade away at a player rage
I be a-ok kickin it like an 808 [kickin it]
'Cause I get, if I dnt got it I make a way
Natural born hustla, ever since a youngin I been all about dat double up
Ya'll was playin double dutch, runnin with the girls I was
I was with the d-boys and how they make they sales
Now I do it well, I learned from the realest
If it ain't about no money then it ain't about me nigga
I gotta blok like this, can't wear skinny jeans 'cause my glock won't fit
No one on the corner got a swagga like dis
When I step up in the hood I be good real shit
Jus me no goon, or t-groon, got dem multi-colored diamonds lookin like a cartoon
See dem haters lookin at me wanna stick me harpoon
But I'm glizzy with dat grizzy put nigga on snooze
Fresh like Manny be, I said roley face blue like a xany be
I'm here now, they like can he be? Filght attendants
With the haters had plans for me, more money is what the maker had planned for me
But I'm back and watch the whole hood chant for me, I'm back now watch the whole hood chant for me,
Aye! Aye! Aye!
And She Likes It
And She Likes It
And She Likes it
And She Likes it
[Hook]
You know Imma ball
When we in the mall
20 racks up in my pocket, baby Imma spend it all
She tell me she likes it
And she likes it
And she likes it
And she likes it
[Verse 1]
Throw it in the bag, swag everytime we ballin
Shoot we just hit the mall and you know Imma spend it
all and
My homies say I’m trippin
Say shorty got me fallin
But I just say she different, man I can’t even call it
We dip in somethin foreign
We shitin on em, toilet
We killin them in Louie
Rippin through Neiman Marcus
Don’t need a key to start it
Valet pull up and park it
I left a rafa roarin more horses than a Ferrari
I’m good and she bad
And I’m hood and she glad
And her friends when they hate say I’m this and I’m
that
And I’m fly and and I’m cool
Yeah I went on a loot
Got me thinkin bout cuffin like freeze don’t move
Haha, and she likes it
I put her on twitter all the girls wanna like it
She got me in the jewlery store checkin and pricin
I just might ice it cuz shorty she likes it
[Hook]
You know Imma ball
When we in the mall
20 racks up in my pocket, baby Imma spend it all
She tell me she likes it
And she likes it
And she likes it
And she likes it
You know what it do
When we comin through
In a Porsche Panamera through the city me and you
She tell me she likes it
She likes it, She likes it
I'm screamin free my nigga TIP,
Bought if from Atlanta to Philly like Mick Vick,
Fightin charges lawyers say dat dey might stick,
I was prayin to god man don't do me like dis,
Da hoes fuckin niggas with da bricks,
Now dey fuckin me, I laugh, dirty bitch,
Stay humble even doe I know I'm da shit,
But if rap don't work out I guve me 36,
Or better 72 or better 144,
Dats 4 of em if u ain't know it,
I break it down [? ],
N I make it do what it do dat dirty money galore,
N da feds dey gon have to catch me,
Or money power respect me,
DA haters used to neglect me, but nowaday dey justaccept me,
Cause fightin what dey expected since ice dey see n my necklace,
N glory all n my story, alot of niggas dey bore me,
I used to ain't matter much ut I hustle like Robert Horry,
N now I'm ballin like Kobe, shit change Lebron James,
N now I'm gettin dis money n killin em John Wayne,
I chilled n my time came, my peer fast as a leer,
I dare without a fear dey try 2 box me I squared,
I ran circles around em, n now look at em here,
Dey cheerin dat I'm on top,
Bustin like I'm a glock,
Butsin right out da box,
I bust em right out da pot,
N went to da jewelry store [? ] butsin all out da watch,
Me perform like a GT trick bike,
Say a word nigga I can pull yo bitch like,
I know sign language,
We call it shine language,
Let da swag talk,
[Into:]
I be spittin' fire like a dungeon dragon.
I be spittin' fire like a dungeon dragon.
Leggo!
[Freestyle:]
@ MEEK MILL, follow me bitch.
Don't you spit, girl swallow my ish.
If I had a dollar every model I hit,
And a quarter just for every single bottle I sip,
I'd prolly make the Forbes,
No prolly, it's for sure.
I'm prolly on the tour,
Prolly partyin' some more.
Back stage goin' ham,
Sloppy Toppy On The Floor
I been winnin' whole game,
I monopoly the board.
I'm verified, give me my stamp.
I'm underrated, K. Durant.
My money tell me to get it jumpin,
I play the ramp.
You like pacquio,
You wanna face the champ?
I'm Floyd, in my new toy.
On my way to Boyd,
You lookin like a boy.
And this is abuse, this is the truth.
Treat the mic like my toilet I shit in the booth.
Get so many funny stares,
Hard wrists in the coupe.
On my old school shit just listenin' to SNOOP!
Rollin' down the street,
Gin with the Juice,
Gettin' money now you hate,
This what you do?!
You ever play roulette?
Well this what you do:
Put a bullet in the gun and put it to you.
You pull the trigger back,
If the hammer don't bang,
You pull that trigger again til you blow out your brain,
You hater!
I'm way past ruthless.
You don't know I'm hot?
You way past stupid!
Everybody know I made my movement.
Why they in Phantom bangin' Maybach Music?
Cause I'm rollin with Ross and Ross rollin' with Splif,
Ain't gotta shoot the vid' to show you we on some shit.
You can look at the neck and tell it glow from the wrist,
I ain't even drop an album, but I'm global as shit.
Shout out to Khaled,
We the best.
Ask the hoes, they gonna tell you he a mess.
Why you dissin' though?
He a stress.
Say the wrong thing,
He gonna need a vest!
I'm gone,
I'm gone, I'm gone.
Sippin' on Patron and Ciroc I'm on.
Killin' this beat,
What the fuck am I doin'?
30 pounds of weed, lookin' like a front lawn!
I got it in,
I got it out.
Who in the buildin'?
[Meek Millz:]
I no u heard of meek yeah I'm a rock stare I rether heard of philly din play them block heard as who I be they say I'm top dogg is where a cuppole of g's get a nigga nocked off like r hommie I will not fall is where they get them key's is where they rock rall I no u heard of meek bitch cause I'm a rock stare is where a cuppole of g's get a nigga nocked of like r
[Mel Luv:]
See I'm not about ma bissnise I can't stop ya'll I keep's them bitch's that won't hisatate that top off I like ma bitch's like I just like ma hot car's in side that sexy mathafucker with there top off cock up that siset so we can node off a pussy nigga somethin rong with ya eye ball I tell them like diss if u got a prob dogg yo hommie be like hunkie ha getem nocked off they got a nigga listed as a top dogg's apla bh we shrate rock stars first thing first get a boi yeah job dogg u tryin to get that money u got cope soft water bakein soda ice now u got hard twork so good get feen lock jaw yeah u in the leg but u will not ball I made a promise before I get up I will not fall naw.
[Meek Millz:]
I no u heard of meek yeah I'm a rock stare I rether heard of philly din play them block heard as who I be they say I'm top dogg is where a cuppole of g's get a nigga nocked off like r hommie I will not fall is where they get them key's is where they rock rall I no u heard of meek bitch cause I'm a rock stare is where a cuppole of g's get a nigga nocked of like r
[Meek Millz:]
Realest shit you ever seen!
This the realest shit you ever seen!
This the realest that u ever seen yeah
Ride hard so clean with my seat back,
Blowing money like I never even seen that
Blowing money like I never even seen that
Blowing money like I never even seen that
Yeah
I blow this money like you never seen it
Felony flow
You niggas is misdemeanors
When I was broke I used to walk I had a rich demeanor
Shawty said I make her pussy wet that bitch katrina
Last week I blew like twenty for the hell of it
Bloodhound, I find that money just from smellin it
Pick your drug of choice, I bet you I was selling it
Addicted to that money roll a hundred start inhaling it
I'm burning papers like I'm wiz khalifa
And if this rappin ever fold I still could get it cheap
You know the feeling when you burn a hundred in a week,
Turn a nigga out just like the first time when he hit a freak
Eenie meenie miney moe pick a chick and dick her down
Maybach in the building money everywhere you look
We'll been on the top floor,
Hater we ain't lookin down
Lil p up in the kitchen, look at me, I'm cooking now!
I'm cooking up and whippin white the money I'm a spend it now
She said you don't hit it right so she just tryna spend the night
You smoke on the regular but we smoke on that kryptonite
My whip it got paper plate
Your ain't got it in your life
[Chorus:]
This the realest that you ever seen yeah
Ride hard so clean with my seat back
Blowing money like I never even seen that
Blowing money like I never even seen that
Blowing money like I never even seen that
This the realest that you ever seen yeah
Ride hard so clean with my seat back
Blowing money like I never even seen that
Blowing money like I never even seen that
Blowing money like I never even seen that
[NH:]
Blow it
I'm a stunt until the whole world mad at me
I'm out here killin em again that's somethin sad to see,
I take my boys out to the mall they pop and tackle me
Get anything you want my niggers, eatins what I'm glad to see
Here's where I'm glad to be, I thought I'd let you know
I'm still stuntin hard fucking bitches, getting dough!
You heard me? my pockets sittin high
I buy shit, I don't even know why!
Cause I got money
I was born just to shit on nigga
Come through in maseratis with the kid on niggas
That's light work
Lambhorgini bucket seats with the pipework
Now that's tight work!
They say money talk, what you try to say?
Dumb kids I got more louies than kanye
I don't know what type of games you try to play,
But I be getting money, is what I'm tryin say
This the realest that you ever seen yeah
Ride hard so clean with my seat back,
Blowing money like I never even seen that
Blowing money like I never even seen that
Blowing money like I never even seen that
This the realest that you ever seen yeah
Ride hard so clean with my seat back,
Blowing money like I never even seen that
Blowing money like I never even seen that
ready or not, here i come
you can't hide, nigga i'm too damn fly
sippin' all of this purple got me too damn high
they say they got pretty soon but got too damn size
i'm like niggas ain't loyal, niggas ain't loyal
all these voices in my head sayin' niggas ain't for you
and when you get money these niggas aim for you
and when it's lookin' sunny these niggas rain on you
it's a dark cloud over me, money took control of me
i'm barely gettin' tired to sing my song unless you heard of me
baby momma trippin' out
i tell her to work with me
i'm on probation still, stackers niggas wanna murder me
and lately i've been gettin' faded (faded)
got a couple armies out cuz them niggas hate me
and all the bitches wanna fuck cuz the nigga made
i'm gettin' paper, hot coated, double figurator
young niggas gettin' money
young niggas gettin' money
young niggas gonna get it yeah
and then the dang bang chain
but the bezel on my runny and diamonds in my chain
young rich nigga caught a millie worth of juice
bad bitch with me tryna blow me like a fuse
just to get a bag and maybe a pair of shoes
and he crazy with your lady if do for a pair of louves
big dreams turn to big things
i've been waitin' on this day since i was 16
in the kitchen with them things tryna make a killin'
we in the better now, ever mind i'm makin' millions
and these niggas talkin' rappers cuz they think i'm chillin'
'til i put some money on their head, yea make them feel it
how they on, honest dog like they never knew 'em
i have a merely walk upon when we run into 'em
clothes wearin' shorty, have to put the sun through 'em
so i hope you ready cuz we're heavy and we're comin' for ya
young niggas gettin' money
young niggas gettin' money
young niggas gonna get it yeah
and then the dang bang chain
but the bezel on my runny and diamonds in my chain
the meek shall inherit the earth
so imma own this bitch until i'm buried in dirt
i only rode with niggas that would carry me to my hurse
blesses for my grandma, she carry me to that church
and i don't know why, i just feel like i'm the one
they level me in fit but now look what i become
or should i say cocaine? mom i doin' it for the fame
i thought will they never make it but a winner gets the grain
charges allyed in my name, says allegiance to my character
life's a bitch, she cheated on me but i married her
niggas gettin' murdered, this shit is gettin' scarier
got in all the potholes, jumpin' all the perrier's
bitch! i feel like i just got in that pussy
said she wanna be a star, that's why she brought me that pussy
tryna win, says she ain't the mux winner
that's why i take the time, just to play 'er much thinner
cuz i'd never cold like not the winter
not the weather, i'm talkin' about within us
you for that money? see as they kick a man and a friend
they get this man in the fight, i'm just like the pigeon
so every day that i wake up, my undivided attention
they go to get my cake up and stayin' out of them prisons
yea, the system made me stronger
Chorus:
It's a lifestyle nigger
Racked up shawty, racked up shawty
All these bitches call me racked up shawty
Racked up shawty, racked up shawty
All these bitches call me racked up shawty
Racks all over my wrist, racks all over my neck
I spend racks all over my bitch
Look at these racks all over my check
Nigger, I'm racked up, and I'm racked out
Fuck a bitch, she tap out
Fuck a bitch, now pass out
My pockets... don't stack house
Cause I ball out, I'm twanged out
All black may vex out
You all niggers just... shit
And I let a shit that I rap about
These racks came from my crack house
Dirty money like diddy
Damn, these niggers ain't nothing saint
Got thirty of that fifty!
Tell them hoes that I'm busy
Tell them hoes that I'm bowling
... why is all keep calling?
You all niggers be frowning
Acting like you got it
... that's racks off my pocket
Chorus:
Racked up shawty, racked up shawty
All these bitches call me racked up shawty
Racked up shawty, racked up shawty
All these bitches call me racked up shawty
My shoes cost me a ride, my outfit off the...
My present into rolly, I'm calling up the... shit
Damn, I'm in the rap shit, two maserati
Won't kiss me in that... that's worth a...
That's worth a...
Rest in peace to the...
Kill niggers for acting, rest in peace that are legends
Catch me in that ass...
I'm what's up for asking
They talk behind my bitch back, they must have seen her ass...
From... town like the...
Pop pills, no aspirin, like a sky slope in aspen
It's going down, going down
I broke my sky racks...
Chorus:
Racked up shawty, racked up shawty
All these bitches call me racked up shawty
Racked up shawty, racked up shawty
All these bitches call me racked up shawty
You're racked up, I'm racked down
Black ferrari blacked out
Black friday, black now
Pop the space, black jack
Bitch, I'm hot than...
Made you fifty this week
Hottest bitch all in,
Bowling bitch, sports in!
... tore her over mix-tape.
Backed up shawty, chain...
Came here with one bitch, left out with forty.
Show my homie... show my homie...
Load the crib a couple mil, and I ain't trying to break...
Cold boy that maybach, that bad boy, that stay strap
Here it goes, fuck that maybach...
Chorus:
Racked up shawty, racked up shawty
All these bitches call me racked up shawty
Racked up shawty, racked up shawty
(Chorus) x2
i gotta lotta dough
cause getting money all a nigga know
ima professional money getta
ima professional money getta
they ask me what i do
i keep they mouths froze
cause gettin money all a nigga know
ima proffessional money getta
ima professional money getta
(Verse 1)
i said i wake up in the morning wash my face and brush my teeth
finna chase the money i put on my running sneaks
cause nothing in this world aint gon come for free
so ima go and get it if it aint gon come to me
yeah ! who runnin with us
who fuckin with us
the teacher asked me what i wanna be, a money getta
when i was broke i did a joke, i was a funny nigga
now i dont really play around, im gettin money nigga
started on the stoop, turn a quarter to a coup
say the profit and regroup
shitted on them haters, OOOPS !
buy my bitties ever bags so they can ball like jill swoops
all i do is get the money and spend it like the world do
this old head told me money it dont mean nothin
i was thinkin in my head like he aint seen nothin
cops at me by the car i aint seen nothin
if u wont fall for anything you aint mean nothin
(Chorus)
i gotta lotta dough
cause getting money all a nigga know
ima professional money getta
ima professional money getta
they ask me what i do
i keep they mouths froze
cause gettin money all a nigga know
ima proffessional money getta
ima professional money getta
(Verse 2)
i say im tryna turn a dolla to a million
i was knockin at the door they wouldnt let me in the buildin
so i took it to the streets sold my mixtapes and i killed em
same hoe dat fronted on that nigga now they feel em, steel him
broke bitches on my back, now u want my autograph
told em in miami, im gonna fan em all up on that ass
they was chasin random chicks and i was chasin around that cash
dawg i aint find my swag untill the day i found my stage
money make the world go round and all them pretty girls go down
blizzy on deck cause in the day it can still go down
that money dont make u real u a dildo clown, u fake !
if they aint gettin money now a days they hate
it aint my birthday but im eatin my cake
but i aint gotta eat cause i already ate
yeah im already straight !
(Chorus)
i gotta lotta dough
cause getting money all a nigga know
ima professional money getta
ima professional money getta
they ask me what i do
i keep they mouths froze
cause gettin money all a nigga know
ima professional money getta
ima professional money getta
you know ima money getta
a money gettin professional
a money gettin professional
a money gettin professional
you know ima money getta
a money gettin professional
a money gettin professional
i get it !
(Chorus)
i gotta lotta dough
cause getting money all a nigga know
ima professional money getta
ima professional money getta
they ask me what i do
i keep they mouths froze
cause gettin money all a nigga know
ima professional money getta
Ball so hard, muthaf-ckas wanna fine me
These niggas can't find me
Cause I'm probably in the air
Cuttin' through the clouds in a Lear G-5′in
Bitch nigga, we mobbin'
Rich nigga, we buyin', any bitch we wanna
And it go 'room when I hit that corner in a batmobile
Trap for real, bullets hit ya head
Make ya head go still
Niggas always ask why you rap so real
Cause I be in the trap sellin' crack pills?
Got them racks on I'll, money so sick
I don't give a fuck who you run and go get
Ross with a boat cause I wanna go fish
With his all yellow rolli got these niggas so pissed
Shittin' on these niggas where my toilet
Jordan's, you ain't never seen 'em cause I'm ballin'
Board as shit, I spent be so retarded
Cause I don't even write
I'm just recording
Got an AP, Rolex, Cartier to the Hublot
I ain't even have to hit the bank
I bought this shit from a few shows
With a new hoe in my view so... beautiful, I see a few hoes
Anchorman, that forecast
I say it's coming and they move the snow
Ha, got a young bitch look like Nicki tho (Nicki tho)
I said could ya keep a secret just like Vicki tho
I let her sip Ciroc and hit the sticky tho
Told her she can kiss my neck but just don't give me no hickies ho
Cause my baby momma be trippin'
All these ones I be whippin'
All this paper I be gettin'
I be dunkin on 'em: Blake Griffin
Nigga, I got now, you got no!
No W's for the loser's tho
All this ice like jewelry show
Riding so slow like a funeral
Look at my neck, take a look at my wrist
Look at my pockets, take a look at my bitch
Let me take 'em way back
Finna like '86, all eyes on me
When I step up in the club
I feelin' like Rich
Porter that is, I slaughter that bitch
Don't touch that work, I order that shit
I wouldn't give a damn, what corner that is
If they cop that work, I goin' at that bitch
With' a whole sack, no rap, weed, pills, dope, crack
Droppin' right on 'em like hold that
Feds takin' pictures like Kodak
Tappin' my phone, watching my home
They watchin' me and I'm watching the throne?
See suckin' me and I'm watching the dome
Perc in my system and I'm in the zone, yeah, I'm gettin' gone
Phantom, Ghost, like 'em, chase 'em, Pacman
All this money on my mind, you see it on my catscan
I Am Stack
I Spend That Paper
Making Five Times Back
And Five Times Weight
I Don't Need A Couple Millions
Five Time Dead
Have To Kill It Nigger
How About This
Go Give Me A Brick
Millions In To The Pit
Tell Them To Tell Them To
Cause We Fall .Attention
.. Like They Never Met You
.. Be By The Way I Walk
Be By The Way I Talk
Hating Cause I Had Your Bitch
Hating Cause I Am Getting This
I Call It Prime Time
I Am Gonna Do Five Time.. Outside
Popping Like A Every Single Of You Hate Me
.. Money In This Jungle .. I Need Ma Finish
To Tell You Why I Am Simply A Hustler
.. Fuck What They Are Telling ..Fuck What
If I could take the time back, I would rewind back
The day my cousin asked my grams where his mom at
I want my aunt back and my dad too
They killed Shawty and Diddy that was sad too
I cut a couple homies off, shit I had to
Chained on me for the money, look what cash do
Thinking I'm rich, counting my money
Worrying bout mine, they should be counting it for me
I'm just adding up this paper subtracting my homies
Shawty be screaming how she love me, while bouncing it on me
She really don't like me, she just attracted to money
She chasing a benjy, so that don't offend me
I'm just loading my glock, hoping that it defend me
When them haters try to kill me I'm clapping the semi
She giving me head, I'm grabbing a remmy
I just want a B, like the back of the Bentley
Niggas say I'm Hollywood when I'm Hollyhood
Put my life on the line for them, shit I probably would
Switch that to probably woulda, I mean probably coulda,
Put it on probably shoulda, but ain't nobody realer
Niggas is so fake, I did my ID check
Couple 100 with me, ain't met nobody yet
I treat them like the beat, cause I'm a body that
Moving throughout these streets, that's where you find me at
I ain't gonna lie, I saved my life
Dream got me running round, like it made my life
I ain't met a bitch yet, I would've made my wife
And I ain't met a nigga yet I would've made my right
Hand, damn, never take a stand
Never tell them boys information on your fam
Never tell them niggas information where you stand
Cause they change like the weather, when you wait where you land
With that hammer in your face, answer for the cake
Ever seen one of your dogs transform into a snake
Ever seen one of those snakes transform into a rat
I be running through the jungle I could tell you bout that
I could tell you bout the drought, when the work got snapped
Whole hood started robbing, everybody got strapped
Whole team just was broke, everybody got back
I was selling sour diesel, everybody got crack
It's obvious I'm hot, it's obvious you cold
Presidential on my wrist, and it's obvious it's gold
Whole hood got your statements it's obvious you told
Like a Lil Wayne album it's obvious you're sold
I'm on some shit, running neck and neck with Vick
Trying to bring my city back, take us to where we never been
I'm just in the studio working like a Mexican
And they tell me I'm a rookie doing it like a veteran
Yea, big dreams small city
Trying to come up on me, but would you fall with me?
Would you clutch that hammer and bust it off with me?
Hundred miles an hour running from the law with me?
I ain't think so, I just blink slow
Million ways to get this money but we think snow
Every time I see a chick I just think hoe
And every time I meet a nigga I just think Po'
[Meek Millz:]
Aye, Aye, I said tell mee (k) what's really goin' on,
Philly back up in this bitch I'm ready, I'm in my bag,
Sound like I turned and hit dem bitches fast,
I wake up early in the morning and go get the cash,
Erry day on my birthday,
I be getting cake BITCH,
Niggas talk about me when they see me never say shit,
Shout (to) that nigga Puffy cause that Loco got me wasted,
Standin' on the top just blackin' out like I'm a racist,
Tip be gotta nigga on some fuck a mixtape shit,
Diddy gotta a nigga on some drink some Roc straight shit,
We at? King and Diamonds? throwin money by the case? (bitch)?
I just came back from jail, and I'm ballin' 'Bron James shit,
Same shit no different day,
Swagger blow ya bitch away,
I been gettin money like my block doin' a brick a day,
I know niggas dead broke,
But they jus' a lick away,
From runnin' in your crib, snatchin' yours, and bein' rich today, hey
Hockey team on my wrist bitch,
Tell that ho to grab my dick and treat it like a lipstick,
Stunt so fuckin' hard I make my hater have a hiss fit,
Nigga you don't feel me you gone (going) smell me like a in scent,
I been sick, swine flu,
Matter fact no chicken poc,
Wonder how he feel I'm fuckin' every single bitch he got,
I was at the bottom and I crept up on the tippy top,
Shinin' on these niggas like the diamonds in my wrist and watch,
I love Nicki Minaj,
I swear I admit it,
I hope one day I can fuck her just to say I fuckin' hit it,
And girl I'm fuckin' serious I lick it 'fore I stick it,
If you ever hear this verse I'm on your top jus' like a fitted UHHH,
And Philly want dat back,
You won't even have a show you be in Philly comin' back,
I make sure I save you verses and put you on every track,
I swear to god girl I ain't lying I would kill it from the back,
Because I'm gone,
Yeah I know I"m drawin',
If I can can get her now, then I jus' wait 'til I get on,
I don't want you to kiss me, I just wanted to bone, [x2]
And you know I will take you down though,
All the way to the ground though,
If you wanted to keep your bitch you better not bring her 'round though,
If I tell her to hit me,
Then you know that she gone (going),
She be screamin' she miss me,
'Stead of callin' my phone, (hahaha)
Oh shit,
Mother fucker god damn,
Mah is you fuckin' or not, like Cam,
I'm out Miami in the R A goin'? ham?
P my passenger,
? Remy? be stuntin' in the lamb',
My nigga? Cooner? in the lamb' too,
Up and down on Collins, bendin' corners like we bamboo,
Stuntin' on my old hos they see me be like damn boo,
Call me Jackie Turner all these hos that I done ran through,
I'm gone,
Philly
Take em back to the block, Meek!
[Chorus:]
Middle of the summer
Middle of the summer
In the middle of the summer
I used to play the block all night til the sun came up,
Everybody got they gun game up
In the middle of the summer
Middle of the summer
Middle of the summer
[Meek Mill:]
Stack all winter just to stunt in the summer,
Ridin in my new camaro, sometimes I wonder
Will it take me under or will it make me stronger
Thinking the times when I was broke it only gave me
hunger
Shorty walking through the block it only made me wonder
My homies was sellin dope and doin jay-z numbers,
Niggas smoochin wrist was cold and throwin a.c.
numbers,
They only was from the zone, used to say we youngins
But we was ready though,
Around the time when all the rock was on the radio
Me and my niggas on the block with hammers heavy though
I used to put it in my hand ain't wanna let it go
Ain't wanna let it go, no
The work was low the numbers was right
Used to play the summer league a couple youngins was
nice
They ain't make it to the league cause it'll fuck up
your life
In the middle of the summer when you fucking with white
[Chorus:]
Middle of the summer
Middle of the summer
In the middle of the summer
I used to play the block all night til the sun came up,
Everybody got they gun game up
In the middle of the summer
Middle of the summer
Middle of the summer
[Meek Mill:]
Charlie nix marching through screamin stop the
violence,
He had Will Smith with him tried to stop the wildin
But as soon as they left the hood, man shots was fired,
Ambulances was rushin somebody mama cryin
They say the good don't make it here,
Ain't no fightin hammertime and they gon take it there
Narcs rushin, cops lock you like jamaican hair
Young boy, sixteen, and got eighty years
Middle of the summer, people cooking out
Oldheads lookin out
Rest in peace, tears for the soldiers that got tooken
I was in the streets, momma told me to be in the house
Ten o'clock I was on the block, moving in and out
City of brotherly love, I was only thirteen, I seen a
puddle of blood,
Grown man lying there, he got one in his mug,
His grandma screaming, 'told you about selling them
drugs! '
[Chorus:]
Middle of the summer
Middle of the summer
In the middle of the summer
Middle of the summer
I used to play the block all night til the sun came up,
Everybody got they gun game up
In the middle of the summer
Middle of the summer
Middle of the summer
[Mel Love:]
It was the middle of the summer, but it was feeling
like the winter,
July was feeling like december
We ball hard to the finish (uh)
They say I'm cold cause I'm a winner,
We had a quarter brickies
Half of birdies
Stash box ride super dirty.
Tryna get that money
Ziplocks, nose candy
Back to back in them black caddies
And we said this is our summer, and we taking it there
I'm all up in this mirror, like look at this audamir
Standing in my rear while starin at this painted mirror
Still tryna get it square
Super fly how we live
Aw knocked out lights comin, Narced out mean a bike's
comin
Smellin two stroke
These philly streets will make you lose hope
Her son was murdered now she use coke
It was the
[Chorus:]
Middle of the summer
Middle of the summer
In the middle of the summer
I used to play the block all night til the sun came up,
Everybody got they gun game up
In the middle of the summer
Middle of the summer
[Hook] x2
Look how far we came
Through the fire, I still know when we were brave
Feels like yesterday when all this was a dream
Through these Maybach curtains I see how life has changed
[Intro: Meek Mill]
I think I'mma dedicate this one
To all the people that didn't think I would make it here
Dreamchasers
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Yeah, it was all a dream
On the corner servin' all them fiends
Me and a bunch of my niggas, yeah, we was all a team
The system labeled us killas, but momma called us kings
Walked through the hall of a prison, now it's the hall of fame
And people got the nerve to ask why I will always chase
When I was booked, they had me shackled to the wall of shame
So I'm just representin', better yet just reminiscin'
Put down on that Bentley truck, I used to want the Expedition
Now it's bigger things, grew up and got bigger dreams
Cause in my hood, niggas try to smoke you just like nicotine
And this money shit ain't funny, all the shit it brings
You bound to lose your family and your friends, boy this shit is mean
And birthdays was the worst days
Last week I made a hundred on a Thursday
And club Live got me sinnin' on a church day
Stevie J all on the mic, screamin' out my birthplace
Philly, we back!
Showtime
If you sippin on sumthin put it down right now, Get Money
We bouta get it poppin Diss Song
I like my rosay red and my diamonds blue
Keep a dime chick like 5 times 2
I b killin these haters when I slide by through
Like a drive by do in a sky dive coop
Flyin the whip sound like a lion
Keep a white girl with white girl like ryan
Shit I ain't bagin I'm buyin
Alot of these suckas be frauds lyin
Really though they fishin for a robbery
I got them bitties tryna hit me like a lottery
Haters wanna body me cause I'm a hot comadity
Puffin on dat haze eaze da pain like a apology
Niggas they can spit but they will never b as fly as me wrist lookin like the same arena were da flyers be ICEY I know I dnt think they like me maybe I cause I might b dickin down they wifey
It's easy to hate me it's harder to love me
You a hater ask ya bitches bet ya all of them fucked me
And they callin me hubby & they b callin for nuffin cause when I tell them hoes I like em I b kiddin like kudi they b like...
Yup yup we make em say... yup yup we make em say... yup yup we got em like... let's get it, you got a boyfriend no we don't care now were da money at it's over here we ball hard bottles in dhee air chillin in da whip make them bitties stop and stare
B4 I met tip I was da king martin luther diamonds in the bezzle lookin husky resputia dnt get it twisted I spit but I'm a shooter glock 17 clip hangin longer then a ruler every time I see dem hoes they b like you da best like drizzy but I tell them I'm cooler I ain't even hit she gave me brain like a tutor then I kick dat chick out early in the morning like a rooster I'm a D.O.P.E.B.O.Y lookin like money everytime I flow by haters hatein on me I dnt know why cause I'm cum from da bottom were da sun don't shine pops died young so I had to man up cases got caught so I had to stand up I'm the best around hands down hands up smack a sucka right in front of his squad and what like...
Yup yup we make em say... yup yup we make em say... yup yup we got em like... let's get it you got a boyfriend no we don't care dat were da money at it's over here we ball hard bottles in da air chillin in da whip make dem bitties stop and stare
Them boys damn near forty they ain't fuckin with shorty I shine like a buck worth of jewlry for sure he da hottest in america all guts glory benzo 6 all on dat back rob horry limbo brake da corner all eyes on me like I'm tupac niggas envy wanna shakur me haters why get mad I get paper all black camaro lookin like dark vader diamonds in ma chain like da water in jamaica all blue dem bitties like who da f r u my nigghas we ball through sumthin we all do on dat if she pop me she proly will call u my nigghas tryna turn a pound of raw to a mally in da kitchen million dollar whipin like borgotti me ma nigghas got these hatas like how he do that who dat we dat prolly
Yup yup we make em say... yup yup we make em say... yup yup we got em like let's get it
[Meek Mill:]
Yea... You can b here one day gon any minute, dats y I live eryday likes it's my last
[Chorus: B.o.B]
Well, You could be here one day, gon in a minute, cause life is so short but it's own as a minute see I'm (see I'm) I'm juss living at da speed of light (Juss Livin) juss living at da speed of light
N I would neva waste a minute, I'm neva giving up n I'm breakin every limit cause I'm (cause I'm) I'm juss living at da speed of light (yea) I'm juss living at da speed of light
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Speedin in da fast lane watchin thru my rearview, thinkin bout da past man n all da shit I did do, shit dat coulda took my life from me, dat I lived thru, cases dat I coulda caught cracks dat I done slid thru the bids too, struggles I done came from da main one, was da day my dad died I neva been da same son, turned into a man young cause I ain't understand sumthen, changes I was brought thru streets dat I was forced to, u could b here one day gon in a minute, dats y I get dat money spend it like I print it, ball to I fall, till da day I deminish, I ain't neva gon stop I push it to da limit.
[Chorus: B.o.B]
Well, You could be here one day, gon in a minute, cause life is so short but it's own as a minute see I'm (see I'm) I'm juss living at da speed of light (Juss Livin) juss living at da speed of light
N I would neva waste a minute (Neva), I'm neva giving up n I'm breakin every limit cause I'm (cause I'm) I'm juss living at da speed of light (yea) I'm juss living at da speed of light
[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Dey gav my nigga twenty years man dey wasn't evn right, got em in da hell hole livin at da speed of light, prayin dat da time fly by so he can see da light, see his kids meet a wife, all ova a key a white, but y u think dey take dat time from u cause u need it right, n u can't get it bac so how dey givin niggaz life, like u gon live again, grow up b a kid again, dats y I neva waste time I cherish ery minute in, pray to GOD faithful tho, man half dat shit I make I blow, I don't evn take it slow cause any givin day could go, n I can meet my death date, b4 my last breath take, dats y I go n get it now, I b like fuck waitin
[Chorus: B.o.B]
Well, You could be here one day, gon in a minute, cause life is so short but it's own as a minute see I'm (see I'm) I'm juss living at da speed of light (Juss Livin) juss living at da speed of light
N I would neva waste a minute (Neva), I'm neva giving up n I'm breakin every limit cause I'm (cause I'm) I'm juss living at da speed of light (yea) I'm juss living at da speed of light
[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
From where da good die young, n da bad don't evn last at, where da young niggaz 16 n ova die fast at, I was made derr n raised derr but moved past dat, livin at da speed of light it look like a flashback, I done got money, went broke n got da cash back, had it I was cool tho, lost it I got laughed at, dats y I neva eva cherish nuthen I can hav bac, thank u for my life tho I wish dat I can stash dat, yea, shit I'm juss livin at da speed of light, ballin hard to see da light b here today decease da night, I juss hope wen GOD come arrest me dat he read my rights read my wrongs keep me right, send me home but leave me right.
[Chorus: B.o.B]
Well, You could be here one day, gon in a minute, cause life is so short but it's own as a minute see I'm (see I'm) I'm juss living at da speed of light juss living at da speed of light
[verse 1]
uh, in the kitchen goin ham again
fuckin' with dem birds like cam and dem
i'll tell you what's the word when the tan is in
we dem niggas on the curb with dem hammers and
whole brick throw it on a triple beam
it get hectic we gon' stretch it like a limousine
ain't no question if i touch it then it's mr.clean
i be reppin in yo' section me my nigga keem
ghost boys, in a ghost nigga
i burn bread i ain't talkin toast nigga
whole team of killers, i'm the coach nigga
presidential on my wrist, now take ya votes nigga
rookie of the year, cookies in the rear
i got some bad bitches that'll get it there
if you don't wanna get it we gon send 'em there
if it's heavy then omelly comin in a lear
bricksquad, like waka and dem
if its gucci like d.howard get a block for dem
i don't touch i just leave it up to tock and dem
meek mill started wasn't chopper we was poppin den
[hook]
lean wit it, rock wit it
throw some bake up in the pot wit it
microwave or we gon we gon pop whip it
when it get right we drop that ice and make it lock wit it
i tell em lean wit it, rock wit it
throw some bake up in the pot wit it
microwave or we gon we gon pop whip it
when it get right we drop that ice and make it lock wit it, ughh!
[verse 2]
i made a million off a mixtape
nigga get ya shit straight
i'm sellin 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 ya bitch face, ughh!
fitfy cash in my pocket
nigga, i got the stash in my pocket
i'm blowin money fast in my pocket
said its lookin like i got nicki ass in my pocket
talkin ass ass ass ass, all i get is cash cash
club lit my last tag, could've bought a fast jag
the way these bitches wavin' at me, you would think a cab passed
wondered why u hatin on me, nigga wit 'cho mad ass
rollie on me cost a whole brick
killers with me ain't go no pics
these groupie bitches ain't got no sense
so we make a movie on dem bitches no script
[hook]
[verse 3]
thirty-six treat it like a dirty bitch
cuz i hit it and then send it to the other strip
call me anything don't call me by my government
cuz when i'm out 'chea in the jungle we be sellin bricks
half these niggas in my hood be on some tellin shit
we be on some if you snitchin crack ya melon shit
if i ain't rockin with the smith its parabellum shit
papi bring 'em on the boat they know we sellin shit
lean wit it, rock wit it
posted mac. 11 in the lot wit it
seven fifty gettin' busy wit a box in it
so when they pull us over they don't find dem glocks in it
[Rick Ross:]
You see
We dream chase
Cause that's all we was given to start with
They we realized
The dream was attainable
Now look at us
[Girl:]
Maybach music
Countin money all I seem to hear is benji talkin
Hater we ain't conversatin it's just semis talkin
Countin money all I seem to hear is benji talkin
Countin money all I seem to hear is benji talkin
Hater we ain't conversatin it's just semis talkin
Used to be the boul
They said they have a penny on em
Now I walk around with twenty chains with like a milli on em
Lace up my boots
Put on my strap
And go lookin for that paper I'm like where it's at
They lookin at me
I'm starin back (I see you)
Feelin like I'm superman
Every time I wear this mac
Monday
It's probably 106 & park
Tuesday
Probably in the hood where it get dark
Wednesday
Probably catch me swimmin with the sharks
With blood drippin from my shoes
These lous coated in my heart
[Rick Ross:]
See dreamchasin is a occupation
Those with the job understand the process and manifestation
A dream starts as a thought
And it's nurtured, achieved and sustained
Then we go back in our minds for more work
Let me out my cell
Right back on the mission
Fresh from offa bail
Right back in the kitchen
Who the fuck gon pay my lawyer
I got
And like eighty grams of crack
He said the feds probably come for ya
I'm like oh lord
Copper said I tried to kill I'm when I go to court
I hope they don't find me guilty
It's my word against they word
And I won't get a chance to speak
I caught my case with nine of my niggas
And I'm the only one they beat
I took one for the team
Even though I had a dream like martin luther king
Who thought that I'd be cover of these magazines
Cause I be spittin fire flow on kerosene
Lemme talk to em
Fuck ya'll niggas gon say about me
My north niggas they don't play about me
South philly niggas that'll spray about me
A million dollar bail in a day bout me
Ain't gotta sound real cause they'll tell you that
I'm on the top floor, I started where the cellar at
Self made, bitches
[Rick Ross:]
I had a dream one time
It was that I was gon make a lot of money
Doin what I wanted to do
I went after it
And it was a struggle to achieve
But you know what
I caught that bitch
Dreamchasers
This is where
She ain't neva seen it
[Bridge:]
She ain't neva seen a nigga so fly like me
With a swagga so mean in a ride like me
I'm fresh yea I'm a cool dude
I be getting that money them bunnies like who are you
[Hook:]
I'm in my bag (I'm in ma)
I'm in my bag (oh ain't I)
I'm in my bag (I'm in ma)
I'm in my bag (oh ain't I)
I'm in my bag (ah ah ah ah ah)
I'm like fresh out the prada bag
Step up in the louie one
Tering in rellin them
We pull up in the gucci one
First you get that money then them bunnies and them cucci come
The Fans Make The Groupies come
You lame prolly do for sum
I come through your hood in that S5 pound
BItches ain't used to see me like see me know me now
Like sheba slow me down
Like shorty slow your stroll
I pop bars soon as I ball hot dog tell em roll
Forty on my neck (neck)
Forty on my Hip (Hip)
Onmy way to forty-forty (shorty you the shit)
Swagga so mean I be all up in the mix
Nigga hatin on my style cause his shorty on my dick
I don't get mad I just get paper
Any nigga can nevr evr say I'm a hater
Cause if he hit mine I'm a just hit your'n
And if he loving the bitch I'm a just get more.
[Bridge]
[Hook]
I say
I be in my bag
My niggas be in theirs we hear the party poppin
We poppin like we in there
We prada polo the gear the mommies know that we there
My watch glow in the glear
Prolli flow of the year
I'm like step up in the buildin lookin like a million
My neck kinda freezin so you know a nigga chillin
Everytime you see me I be lookin liek a villain
My pants sagg low so you can see the 9 milli
I'm so hood it don't make no sense
I hear her kick her out like she ain't paid no rent
Patrone got me on that haze got me so bent
I be high to the sky I glide like a rolex
I'm cool (uh huh)
I'm fresh (yes sir)
Chickens like who do (oh that's omelly)
And he next (ah ah ah ah)
[Bridge]
[Hook]
I'm like shorty what you talking bout
Go head and walk it out
We pull up in that 5 o'clock
The crew done stole the parking spot
460 elepent hating niggas ball the block
If gettin bitches was a crime
You Niggas prolli call the cops
Cuase I'm killing them
Fresh prince will and them
I be on your block and I be balling like adrenalin
Coppers share their watch time and I can swear I peel on them
Haters keep that spill for them
Cause coppers down like riddle em (riddle em)
Put them in their place they try to jack us
My man gone put that Cheese up on yo head just like a Packer
Them goonies they get all up in yo shit liek a hacker
They pop up at ya crib an dey be after (you)
I be in my bag
I share my swagga (1, 2)
Man I don't even try I just be fly everytime I do it.
Like I do I domt through
Tell your bitch she coming too
She hop up in that wheel that bitch be kickin kung-fu
[Bridge]
Jjj-Jahlil Beats... Holla At Me
Grand Hustle Nigga... money [x3]
[Chorus:]
You Know Me I'm So Fly
Be lookin Like Money everytime I Ride By
Got Dem Benjies IN My Pocket and Money On MY Mind
If It Ain't About No Paper Then It Ain't about I
Cause I Get GEt GEt It Money I Get
When I Step Up IN Da Club I Be Fellin Like I'm Mitch
When I Be THe Hood I Be Ridin With CHo Bitch
You Know She Probably On My Dick
BEcause I'm Probably The Shit
Listen I'm a BAll Til I Fall
Spit It Like I print it
Got Shawty On Da Low
Cause I GEt GEt Get It
Don't Worry Bout IT
I probably Just Hit It
I AInt stubbern With Dem Hoes
You CAn HAve her BAck NIgga
I'm a Boss, Shit Everything I Does I Do
I DOnt Even Wanna Buy It If I Can't Cop two
If It Ain't About No Paper
Den IT Ain't About WHo?
Ain't about I, Cause I Be On My Grind
I'm a Trap-A-Holic
My Niggas Be Ballin
YOu NIggas Be Fraudin
I Spit Like I'm Retarded
You Niggas KNow The Deal
I Be Ridin Martian
Pull UpIn A Spaceship
Shit On You lIek A Toilet
Them Bitches be like I'll
Dem Hataz gotta smell my shit
Red Horse on My Shirt Red Stripes on My Kicks
Put That Porshe Shit To Work
Boxter Pop A SIp
SLide thhru Ya Hood Like hata was good!?
[Chorus:]
You Know Me I'm So Fly
Be lookin Like Money everytime I Ride By
Got Dem Benjies IN My Pocket and Money On MY Mind
If It Ain't About No Paper Then It Ain't about I
Cause I Get GEt GEt It Money I Get
When I Step Up IN Da Club I Be Fellin Like I'm Mitch
When I Be THe Hood I Be Ridin With CHo Bitch
You Know She Probably On My Dick
BEcause I'm Probably The Shit
I say I got my first bit of money thought I knew it all
Went to MIA south beach blew it all
Came back to the hood trappin super hard
Super down look at me now Superstar
In dat black on black Charger rims soy sauce
Bunch of diamonds in ma chain da wrist [?]
Bitches gimmie head and tail like a quater toss
Cause I just signed to grand hustle I'm for sure to ball
I say we be the freshest
Jewlery be vvs'n
Caddy be dts'n
Like Khalad shit we the best
And I tell dem hoes I don't wanna talk just leave a message
Automatic stash boxes so they can't see the weapons
But I be GT reppin Grand Hustle the muscle
No we don't love these whores I jus love wen I fuck em
No I don't tuck em nor do I love em or cuff em
I jus hit em and spplit em pass em off to ma cousin
[Chorus:]
You Know Me I'm So Fly
Be lookin Like Money everytime I Ride By
Got Dem Benjies IN My Pocket and Money On MY Mind
If It Ain't About No Paper Then It Ain't about I
Cause I Get GEt GEt It Money I Get
When I Step Up IN Da Club I Be Fellin Like I'm Mitch
When I Be THe Hood I Be Ridin With CHo Bitch
You Know She Probably On My Dick
BEcause I'm Probably The Shit
I Said I'm So fly, Dem Hoes Know Me
I'm Ridin With The Hood Til My Shit Get On E
I Wish A Nigga Would Try To Run up On Skee
Like I Ain't Strapped, I'm Sittin Next To Double G
All Dem Bitches In The Club, Nigga Haitin Like a Flea
I'm Just Tryna Score Something, Gotta Head To Plan B
Wanna Roll With a Rider or Ride With a G
Bet She Ain't Never Seen a Nigga So Fly Like Me
You Was On Her, She Was On Me
I Was On Boost, She Was On E
I Said I Get Them Bitches Loose
Let Them Blow A Little Tree
Just To Get Em Wide Open, Like A Door With A Key
We Do Dis, Don't Say Dat Hoe, She Choosin
From What I Heard She Said You're A Loser
And I'm Like A Smirnoff, I'm Cooler
Check Me Out, Check Me Out
[Chorus:]
You Know Me I'm So Fly
Be lookin Like Money everytime I Ride By
Got Dem Benjies IN My Pocket and Money On MY Mind
If It Ain't About No Paper Then It Ain't about I
Cause I Get GEt GEt It Money I Get
When I Step Up IN Da Club I Be Fellin Like I'm Mitch
When I Be THe Hood I Be Ridin With CHo Bitch
You Know She Probably On My Dick
ok, i walk up in this bitch fresher than a motherfucker
pocket full of money and my sneakers got blood on them
and bitches i ain't got no love for them
just a bunch of swagger and a lil bit of drugs for them
hey hater you can pull the plug on them
cause my neck be like nothing's like a on them
bling bling, pockets on tching tching
you wifing everything you come across, ring king
damn nigga, you on a ham nigga
i follow your bitch and kick her hard like she's pam nigga
oh that's your main hoe, what were you saying nigga?
she said she that you weren't in her plan nigga
pockets on bank roll, chain froze
nigga we don't even fuck the same hoes
watching for the and the plane close
cause i'm riding with a chopper in a range rove
i'm rolling, i'm rolling, i'm rolling, i'm rolling with my nigga top bar, i'm rolling
bitch i'm rolling, i'm rolling, i'm rolling, i'm rolling with this motherfucking like a
still i walk up in this bitch fresher than a motherfucker
walk up in this bitch fresher than a motherfucker
pocket full of money and my sneakers got blood on them
and bitches i ain't got no love for them
white girls, going wild, i murder that pussy now i'm on a trial
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so wet, i need 4 towels, she sucking dick like she got fore mouth
oho, got and y'all niggas hating got 4 fouls
prolly i prolly and pull the seat on you niggas you a
rats, on the park, i be going ham nigga i don't need a
ball so hard nigga i don't need a court
label erythang nigga i don't need a horse
i'm swagged out, maxed out,
bad bitch with me and her ass out
rack up, rack out, and every time i'm in the building i'ma cash out
i'm rolling, i'm rolling, i'm rolling, i'm rolling with my nigga top bar, i'm rolling
bitch i'm rolling, i'm rolling, i'm rolling, i'm rolling with this motherfucking like a
still i walk up in this bitch fresher than a motherfucker
walk up in this bitch fresher than a motherfucker
pocket full of money and my sneakers got blood on them
and bitches i ain't got no love for them
i got a bitch in the bay, i got a bitch in the a
i got a bitch down in phillie that do whatever i say
i got a bitch in new york, i got a bitch in
i got a bitch down in houston she wanna fuck eryday
and i be rolling, she be rolling
she be fucking with thereally rolling
I don't know what these haters be talkin, I pop any chick that I want
Put yo girl in back of that bach, main two reasons she ain't gone front
I menage with her and her friend, put my main homie on one
Boy my neck and wrist so stupid, and my pockets be on so dumb
Because I'm on one, haters we never condone em
Penthouse full of some bad bitches, me and my homie gone shone some
It's MMG, ridin around is this [?]
And I'm leanin of that purple shit so judge me like your honor
OH! I'm feelin so cold, yea we ridin dirty but the whip clean
But think a couple years ago, I was in the cell when I was 18
And what's up with these new bitches, and y they all wanna fuck so easy
And what's up with these new niggas, and y they all wanna talk so greasy
But get it while you here boy
Cause I got that money to make you disappear boy
It on my mind, don't make me put it on your head boy
I been super fly since rozzay took me to that clearport
Nigga what you know about that
Ridin around town with like 4 or 5 straps
Trunk full of raw
And we dippin from the law
Just came from the cell I ain't goin right back
Pull up in the bent they ain't gone like that
Box thse niggas they don't never fight back
Diamond and my neck and my wrist white black
Killin these niggas I ain't even write that
N I be stuntin cause I ain't never had'
Got these bitches wavin like they tryna catch a cab
They wanna fuck a nigga good so they can touch a bag
[Chorus:]
I'm not a rapper I'm a trapper
A spitter I'm a getter
I b posted on tha block gettin guap with ma niggaz
I grind I grind I grind
Yea baby I grind I grind I grind
I'm not decoy baby I'm a d-boy
See me fresh in d-t-s
I come thru with dem dees on
And baby I shine I shine I shine
Yea baby I shine I shine I shine
[Verse 1:]
I laugh, cause I rememba I was dead broke
Like I'm so muthafuckin hungry man ma head hurt
Until I learned tha game
And made ma head work
Like get dem bitches lata, jus take dis bread first, yea
I learned dat man I was all rite
Went to a trapaholic, get money all nite
All day, soft yea we even gave em hard white
From bad work to brown weed man I dun sold em all types
Ma I dun sold it all like from hustlin from all nite
Strugglin with all ma might man I dun lit a
Started with a half of weed n progressed to a ball like
Damn near made me wanna liv tha boss life
I ball like mike, tie game 5 seconds on tha clock
Da narcs playin defense but I'm still gon take da shot
Yea it's hot to get da guap
I'm a giv em all I got
Niggaz think dat dey can see me
Dat means I'm on tha top
[Chorus:]
I'm not a rapper I'm a trapper
A spitter I'm a getter
I b posted on tha block gettin guap with ma niggaz
I grind I grind I grind
Yea baby I grind I grind igrind
I'm not decoy baby I'm a d-boy
See me fresh in d-t-s
I come thru with dem dees on
And baby I shine I shine I shine
Yea baby I shine I shine I shine
[Verse 2:]
I said bitch I'm on tha grind
I hustle everyday
Ain't got no nine to five
But u can get dat nine for five
We got dat yay ay ay ay bay, come around my way
Everything b a-ok
Even quarters pass for 0-z's
Niggaz kno we got dat weight but ay ay ay
I remember dog we used 2 b slaves,
Now we whip dat white like it's kunta kenteee
Ayyy all we kno is hustle get paid,
Grind from tha muscle jus to lay up in tha shade
Cause I'm tha man in ma city ain't nobody fukkin with me
I b rollin thru ya hood ridin shotty with da semi
Dey b rollin on dat good I b poppin on dat henny
Ride tinted, in tha s-r-t with da hemi
See dat bad bitch, das all me I b in it from tha front and from tha back
I say dis n she do dat
I step in it like who dat
Das meek milly n dem boyz
We brought dem choppas in tha buildin
We b realli makin noise!
[Chorus:]
I'm not a rapper I'm a trapper
A spitter I'm a getter
I b posted on tha block gettin guap with ma niggaz
I grind I grind I grind
Yea baby I grind I grind I grind
I'm not decoy baby I'm a d-boy
See me fresh in d-t-s
I come thru with dem dees on
And baby I shine I shine I shine
Yea baby I shine I shine I shine
[Verse 3:]
I said, I don't make it rain
Nigga I ain't rich
I ain't gotta milli I ain't tryna press a bitch
Nigga I ain't signed, I ain't got dem bricks
But I still step up in tha club feelin like I'm it
We got squally in tha buildin, he in here strapped
Omelli outside at tha letout with da mack
Me I'm in tha crowd, chillen fallin back
Peepin out tha scene I see a hater I react
Like u don't want no problems
We come with dem choppas
Dey call us tha ladda boyz cause we get it poppin
We don't do no robbin
All we do is grind
Hustle from tha muscle nigga save up every dime
Everybody kno I'm bouta blow like a bomb BOOM!
Pull up in tha 96' impala VRROOOMMMM!
Hammas in tha stash box dirty BROOM!
Tha holsta in tha passenger Gangsta Goon!
[Chorus:]
I'm not a rapper I'm a trapper
A spitter I'm a getter
I b posted on tha block gettin guap with ma niggaz
I grind I grind I grind
Yea baby I grind I grind I grind
I'm not decoy baby I'm a d-boy
See me fresh in d-t-s
I come thru with dem dees on
And baby I shine I shine I shine
Yea baby I shine I shine I shine
Cold presidential for the gold diggin bitches
Bouncin on the benjis like I'm fuckin hittin switches
I pull up like what the business
Fuck you niggas feelings
Puffin dro an paper stackin money to the ceiling
I been ballin for a year or two
I don't think I'm goin back
Walk up in the club
And make them bitches have a ho attack
Or should I say a heart attacki go into cardiac
I'm gon let her ride but she ain't fuckin then she walkin back
You niggas be talkin that
Same shit I'm livin though
Faded like I'm michael jordan
But I'm scottie pippen though
Different state
Different place
End up with a different ho
Niggas hatin in the hood
I ain't even trippin though
I be walkin through my city like a fuckin king
I'm in these streets
Just ask around I do my fuckin thing
Yeah I been eatin since they let me out the fuckin bin
Nobody told me this the shit that all this money bring
[Chorus:]
You know the team
It's m.m.g.
Rookie of the year
I'm mvp
I'm gettin paper
It's m.o.b.
She asked me who I think I am I told her bitch I'm me
I tell her bitch I'm me
Bitch I'm me
I tell her bitch I'm me
Bitch I'm me
My niggas is ballin
You niggas is hatin
Cameras everywhere I go
A movie in the making
I tell her bitch I'm me
I get that work out my face
I put that shit on my man
I take her straight to o'malley he sellin 30 a gram
I put them b's on your team
And they gon murder your man
Black and white marrow lookin they like burglar
Damn I got bars
Outer space I'm on mars
I forever do my thing
Pull strings guitar
Before I had a deal I was a fuckin hood star
And I ain't chewin cause my goon is ridin like a good car
I'm the topic of discussion
Watch it bitch I'm bustin
Rollie face blue
Like I'm grippin on em cousin
Nigga you ain't got it you just lookin like you stuntin
I was there, you called my man and you was lookin for an onion, lame
We on the same road but it's a different lane
And all you niggas tellin like it's a different game
In the district, pointin pictures, givin names
They shoot at us, we kill em all and we get the blame
[Chorus:]
You know the team
It's m.m.g.
Rookie of the year
I'm mvp
I'm gettin paper
It's m.o.b.
She asked me who I think I am I told her bitch I'm me
I tell her bitch I'm me
Bitch I'm me
I tell her bitch I'm me
Bitch I'm me
My niggas is ballin
You niggas is hatin
Cameras everywhere I go
A movie in the making
I tell her bitch I'm me
The best dj drama interpretation
Is only gonna get you what I've already done
Look I be ridin threw my old hood, but I'm in my new whip, same old
attitude but
I'm on that new shit. They say they gone rob me, see me never do shit,
'cause
they know that's the reason they gon' end up on them news clips. Audemar
[[Piguet Wristwatch]] on my wrist, bustdown! we poppin bottles like I
scored the
winning touchdown. 'Memba me dead broke? Look at me up now! I run my city
from
South Philly back to uptown. Thank god, all these bottles I pop, all this
paper
I been gettin, all these models I popped, I done sold 100thousand 'fore my
album
got dropped, and I'm only 23, I'm the shit, now look at me! look at me! I'm
boss like my nigga Rozay [Rick Ross], shawty asked me for a check, I told
that
bitch like 'no way!', cause I made it from the bottom, there was never no
way,
an' I never had a job, you know I had to sell yay![cocaine] Bitch I'm a
boss, I
call the shots, I'm with the murder team, so call the cops, we in the
building, y'all are not, you short on the paper, you gon' ball or not?
[Chorus: Meek Mill]
bitch im a boss
bitch ima boss
i plan the shots
i call the calls
we in this bitch
its goin down
yea im the king now
wheres my muthafuckin crown?
[Rick Ross:]
Got so many shades they thought I had a lazy eye. Shorty rode me smooth as
Mercedes ride. No love, cry when only babies die, and when I go that casket
better cost a hundred thou! I pray to god I look my killer in his eyes,
snatch
his soul out that shirt let's take him for that pride. (an) O.G. is one who
standin' on his own feet; a boss is one who guarantee we gone eat! Fuck a
blog
dawg cause one day we gone meet! I'm a spazz on yo ass like I'm on E,
[extacy] or a double stack, nigga, better double that. Jerry Jones money,
nigga
you a running back. Hershall Walker, Bo Jack, Ricky Waters better run that
dope
back! Boss! an I put that on my Maybach, four hundred thou bitch, you wish
saved that...
[chorus]
[Meek Mill:]
Couple cars i dont neva drive, bikes i dont neva ride, crib I ain't neva
been
[to], pool i dont neva swim [in], fool u ain't better than [me], I move
like the
president! Erything black on black you know I be strappn that. Rattin' ass
niggas walkin 'round wearin' wires! fuckin up the game, got the hood on
fire. Bitch I'm a king - call me sire! You say I don't run my city? You a
muthafucking liar! Bitch I'm a boss! You a fraud! You cross the line, I get
murdered full cost. Out in vegas, I twist them laws, at the fight we
watchin Floyd [Maywhether], we on the floor. Scared money don't make no
money,
if I ever go broke, I'ma take your money, I ain't never dropped a dime, you
ain't gon' take nutin from me, I'm in the hood every day. I'm good, what I
say?
We get money, and we fuck bitches
We fuck bitches, and we get money
But we don't ever hate
I can keep a secret with Vicky, have a Minaj with Nicki
And be all under with Lauren and telling Megan good morning
I can keep a secret with Vicky, have a Minaj with Nicki
And be all under with Lauren and telling Megan good morning
Catch me rollin' with Kelly or at the hills with Paris
From Hollywood to the hood I want em all
Man I swear that I want them all, wanna fuck em all
I just hit them all but you cuff them like a log
Shit they say that I'm a dog
I just tell them that I'm grizzy
But I'm cooler than a fan, holla at me when you see me
Yeah, uh
I'm a beast like Della Reece
I fuck a lot of hoes, see em I don't never speak
I get a lot of money stack it I don't let it peek
I will forever be hotter than the devil be
I can start a car like a Prisus, Lexus, Mercedes, and Porches
A whole lot of horses
That's your wifey dawg? I'd divorce her
She won't fuck you, you had to force her
Oh I've been poppin' rozay with Amber
You catch me and D Woods like a camper
The answer is I get bitches and I get money
I don't care what you say you can't take that from me
I'm just tryna get my dick wet, shawty is you with that?
Free my nigga Lil 'cause he said that
This that shit and I be on it like a fly
I'm just tryna get some chicken with some yams up on the side
I can keep a secret with Vicky, have a Minaj with Nicki
And be all under with Lauren and telling Megan good morning
Catch me rollin' with Kelly or at the hills with Paris
From Hollywood to the hood I want em all
Man I swear that I want them all, wanna fuck em all
I just hit them all but you cuff them like a log
Shit they say that I'm a dog
I just tell them that I'm grizzy
But I'm cooler than a fan, holla at me when you see me
Yeah
I'm the kid with all the bitches
They know I'm there when I holla like "hey bitches"
I be a nympho with [?]
And then when she swallow like baby girl I'm a holla so bye bitches
Nah I ain't tryna cuff you ma, just tryna fuck you ma
That was the aim all along
I don't see nothing wrong with a little bump and grind
I ain't tryna mess around, just tryna sex you down
Promise I won't hit it long
No girlfriendship, just a little friendship
Suck it, lick it, stand up and bend over
I'm a coach and give me 5 and I'm finished
Sly dumb bitches, it's hard dick and bubble gum
I cum like bubble gum, so come and get you some
Nah I ain't gonna spend it
[?] by the time it's breakfast I'll be on the next bitch
Scrapers! (hahaha)
I can keep a secret with Vicky, have a Minaj with Nicki
And be all under with Lauren and telling Megan good morning
Catch me rollin' with Kelly or at the hills with Paris
From Hollywood to the hood I want em all
Man I swear that I want them all, wanna fuck em all
I just hit them all but you cuff them like a log
Shit they say that I'm a dog
I just tell them that I'm grizzy
But I'm cooler than a fan, holla at me when you see me
I want to fuck em all, but I don't fuck them raw
Nah I be strapper then a cop be, 'cause I'm in the top 3
I done fucked her and her, her and her too, woo
I done fucked her sister, cousin, best friend the whole crew
Shit I fucked the whole squad, got em open door knobs
Tell her give me floor job, on the double 4 times
Mop me off, wipe me down
Bitch I'm back, how you like me now?
I can keep a secret with Vicky, have a Minaj with Nicki
And be all under with Lauren and telling Megan good morning
Catch me rollin' with Kelly or at the hills with Paris
From Hollywood to the hood I want em all
Man I swear that I want them all, wanna fuck em all
I just hit them all but you cuff them like a log
Shit they say that I'm a dog
I just tell them that I'm grizzy
But I'm cooler than a fan, holla at me when you see me
I can keep a secret with Vicky, have a Minaj with Nicki
And be all under with Lauren and telling Megan good morning
Catch me rollin' with Kelly or at the hills with Paris
From Hollywood to the hood I want em all
Man I swear that I want them all, wanna fuck em all
I just hit them all but you cuff them like a log
Shit they say that I'm a dog
I just tell them that I'm grizzy
Hustle hard money stack sell dat dope sell dat crack
Sell dat pack sell dat get sell dat pussy holla back
Hustle hard money stack sell dat dope sell dat crack
Sell dat pack sell dat get sell dat pussy holla back
Hustle hard money stack sell dat dope sell dat crack
Sell dat pack sell dat get sell dat pussy holla back
Hustle hard money stack sell dat dope sell dat crack
Sell dat pack sell dat get sell dat pussy holla back
Hustle hard with dat white we get rite from 12 in da after noon to midnight
Mah shit tight betchu dem feenes be right bak I pump all night for dat green
Jus like hess niggaz ruff ride for that cream jus like X dey hustle hard
An bust em all for nice checks we duck da law and brush em off
Jus like dat jus for da G's soon as dey leave we right bakk
Hustle hard neva starve get us all whip it hard get da crack break em off
Bring it back by tomorr hustle hard like a boss let it stack til it's tall like part of?
Hustle hard money stack sell dat dope sell dat crack
Sell dat pack sell dat get sell dat pussy holla back
Hustle hard money stack sell dat dope sell dat crack
Sell dat pack sell dat get sell dat pussy holla back
Hustle hard money stack sell dat dope sell dat crack
Sell dat pack sell dat get sell dat pussy holla back
Hustle hard money stack sell dat dope sell dat crack
Sell dat pack sell dat get sell dat pussy holla back
Hustle hard hustle soft hustle jars hustle bags get a scar hustle scab
If yuh tryna hustle 1/2's hustle here hustle dere where yuh at fuck da law
I ain't scared dey da bear I'm da trap hustle hard I can't put da crack down
? cause I'm fuckin with mac now like power to the wall sideways in the lac now
I fucked a couple up double up an I'm bak now my strip pop mean I move
Da yay around my way I'm da ziplock king if it ain't about a dolla holla grind like a dolla
Holla I be on da grind all the timme like I ain't gott a dolla
Hustle hard money stack sell dat dope sell dat crack
Sell dat pack sell dat get sell dat pussy holla back
I tell em meet me in the bathroom
I fuck her while the water runnin
Her friend knockin at the door
And she screamin out I'm cummin
I tell em meet me in the bathroom
I fuck her while the water runnin
Her friend knockin at the door
And she screamin
[DJ Drama:]
House party, I'm a play the DJ Martin Lawrence
You know I'm always survivor man
Those guys... Kid and Play
[Meek Mill:]
I tell em meet me in the bathroom
I fuck her while the water runnin
Her friend knockin at the door
And she screamin out I'm cummin
And my youngin in my other room, fuckin up my sheets
She tell em boy don't grab my hair because you're fuckin up my weave
I got a hundred bottles Ciroc boy
All my jewelry cold as fuck but I'm a hot boy
All these stones in my chain make me a rock boy
And I heard you niggas talking money you should stop boy
I fuck bitches by the group I get money by the pound
French Montana on all these niggas ch-ch-ch-ch-chop em down
Every time I'm in the club these niggas is not around
Everybody talking money I say prove it not a sound
White girls gone wild
We don't judge 'em though, they ain't on trial
Bad bitches got 'em on dial
It's bottoms up but it's going down
[Chorus:]
Welcome to my house party party
Welcome to my house party party
Welcome to my house party party
Welcome to my house party party
Ciroc all on my table bitches in the living room
They gon ask who at the door, tryna get in too
Only me and my niggas, tell her bring a friend or two
Bottles poppin models watching all in my living room
[Chorus:]
Welcome to my house party party
Welcome to my house party party
Welcome to my house party party
Welcome to my house party party
[Young Chris:]
Meet us at the bunny ranch, you know where the honeys camp
Meek Milly, Young Chris, you know why them honeys amped
Gotta be a natural born star, Doin shit that money can't
Daddy day care home, Why you think your honey ain't
Who you think she stay with, This that Kid and Play shit
You're main chick got our night job, You can get a day shift
I'm a hit her from the back, Meek get her face shit
He ain't wanna sway up in this motherfucker, hey bitch
Hey bitch hey ho, yea we on that lay low
And they all simon says, she do what I say so
Got the whole house packed, you can get your spouse back
When we done partyin, where the mally at that loud pack
Haters can't tell us shit
Don't knock me, tell your bitch
House party poppin on that Martin shit we're yelling switch
Cold bottles, cold magnums, gold bottles
We spitting on each other pussy and them hoes swallow
[Hook x2: Meek Mill]
Ciroc all on my table bitches in the living room
They gon ask who at the door, tryna get in too
Only me and my niggas, tell her bring a friend or two
Bottles poppin models watching all in my living room
ATL new will ville
Tryna to show em how my nigga louis will feel
Thursday call it meek mill ville
You got a car ride in a Benz man it's the real deal
We in the movie room, we ain't watching movies though
Lights camera action, we gon make a movie ho
She lookin all at my wrist, she love the way this music blow
Pack house is hot as shit, she tell me that I'm cooler though
Cooler than a fan, fresh like it's Easter
Homie I don't even want your bitch, you can keep her
She say I ain't hit that, only you believe her
Pull off in the Lambo I'm like hasta la vista
[Hook:]
Ciroc all on my table bitches in the living room
They gon ask who at the door, tryna get in too
Only me and my niggas, tell her bring a friend or two
[Hook: x2]
Hottest In The City [x4]
Ain't no body gonna top
[Verse:]
Meek Milly I'm flammin
Hotter den da whip I came in, harder den da pavement
Droppin on dese niggas back to back I'm rainmaker
'Cause you the top noodle like Raymond[save it]
Boss Ricky Ross, stand tall City Hall
I'm the hottest in the city got dem rida niggas with me
When they let me out the cell I was bobbin like I'm Diddy
Den Omelly came to scoop with da choppa in his fizzy {like}
Like what it is, what's really good
I be anywhere, any block, any hood
All my niggas ride hard like a inny should
I be beastin these rap niggas like a skinny should
In yo area puffy on scovo, I jus wanna make a little change OBAMA
Me and Osama co-45ers get the bustin I ain't talkin yo mama {Nigga m the}
[Hook]
It's Philly Mill, is he really real?
Hold up, let me tell dese niggas how I really feel
Bitch nigga come home for a stripe, start dissin niggas on a tape {fuck outta here}
Shout out to G-Raw, shout out to nigga Vok, shout out to black Neil real niggas on top
I'm on my different sht, can't stop won't stop
Send Omelly out with 30 and he ain't gon stop
He gonna do you niggas dirty like a floor mop
Hit you on the first row of bull shots, more shots
Heard about your little diss, you ain't drop
The mix tapes real niggas who ain't cop it
My bag oh ain't I, I'm in my bag oh ain't I
40 on my hip, one up in the chamber
30 in the clit, walk up like a stranger
You with all of dat, dey be like dats a flamer {'Cause I'm da}
[Hook]
I spit flame, Luke Kane yea I finished him
I give it to em niggas raw like Dominicans[yea]
Hater, I got plenty dem but like Arsenial, I semmie dem really tho
Will is blue, fuck a nigga ass like Omelio, Niggas say I'm sick but I'm illy tho
I be on some shit behind prints till something hit me with a pretty hoe
Be on the southside but in North Philly tho, really tho
Bird by the pound, but crack by the o-z, I'm so fly all your hoes know me
Me, Oski, Haddy dropped the matix tough, hittin bitches like the batter up, you mad at dem
We gettin paper, hater how you made it? forty-orty, jump all on it we gettin major
Young player, more like Kobe play for the Lakers, with cavali Pardas in multi-color flavors
Dream team
The Life
(Meek Millz)
I aint no killer but don't push me
I look a nigga in his eyes tell yah if he pussy
Remembering the times the people would overlook me
The bitchs would try to play me
My future was looking shady
Wanted to be a star, they locked me behind bars
Trying to shatter my dreams
I tell you them times hard
I aint never give up
I hustled I grind hard
Put my faith in the lord I know ima shine hard
I had no choice but to win but the odds was against me
So I'm rolling through this bitch
With my 9s or my semi
My dad died when I was young so my mom would defend me
and my sister would protect me
now them main niggas respect me
I had to learn to be a man
Learn to hold my hands
Learn to work that scale, turn them ounces into grams
Learn to stack this money work till 2 and feed the fam
Now I'm the best thing since zaf cur on da lamb
I got 30 in my glock, Move and I'm squeezing
Ocean drop, In the drop Head, Like I'm dreaming,
Leaning,
Addicted to the money I'm feaning
Shit you wish you saw, I seen it at 23,
Skinny nigga, Big dreams,lota pride,
Somebody get in the way of that it's homicide,
My heart cold as melly heart when his mom died and cold
like tashima and ty when my aunt ronda died,
nigga's got fat when we starved it wasn't ramadan,
But sunny days we aint need alot of time,
So I'm like tony hawk on his skateboard I gotta grind,
What I wouldn't do for a dollar sign I don't know,
It aint bout money nigga I don't go,
Shoot him in his head now he john doe,
9 on me Ron doe,
I turn a fucking quarter ounce into a condo,
I turn the condo into a fucking (echo)Fucking
(Lou Williams)
And nock the breath out your boy, when tee got sinnest,
And I'm kind of tipsy so I'm spilling family business,
18 Lost my pop, too many years he's gone missing
My B mind gone that Alzheimer's shit ridiculous,
Bright lights and flights,
See what this life will bring to you,
Bitch's favoring my name,
See what that shit will bring to you,
The world is ice cold poncho shawn,
Show em with that flame will do,
9mm for evil he can aim too,
I seen it all before,
Seen my momma praying
Seen my b forget my name,
Seen my brothers walls cave in,
Life is but a dream to me,
Lately it's a nightmare,
Cause it's a war going on
and these niggas don't fight fare,
Ask em what the feeling like,
To see my family living right,
Proud of myself
cause my name light up these philly nights,
Gotta hope I'm living right, and sorry for the tattoos,
But if I go tonight please take care of my nephews,
(Mel Love)
I make the song cry, make it drip, make it tear,
Told you niggas from the writ,from the tear,
Every beat that I get I'ma rip I'ma tear,
In pieces like deuces Im'a be super sport coupin,
I said I'll be with the cool kids,
Chillin on some cool shit srt eigheter,
Like some scrapers on some cool shit,
I said we move shit, Eat a dick,
I dues this, They be on that goon shit,
we on that looney toons shit,
Bet I'd let that 2 spit,
Air sommin, Bet I let that 2 rip,
Tear sommin, roll me back we head hunting,
We be on that foreal a head buster,
A south sider, Product of my environment land buster,
I'll be in the newest coupe, rolling on some fruity fruit,
Shane look like juicy fruit, mixed up fruity loops,
Ayo where my boys at, squad up, Hoodie who,
Bitch you either in the circle like a Hoola Hoop,
Bitch I talk that like a en loop, Then I spit that fire,
You tire like an inter-tube, All these niggas flyers,
Call me pliers, I'll grip them dudes,
You should see how I be dipping through,
I said tell them they don't want this,
They can take a drum clip,
Candy and the powder in the package,
Like it's fun dip,
I be on that real shit, they be on that nut shit,
Cookie, Pussy boy, bubble gum shit,
DJ Drama:
Ya'll ready?
[Chorus:]
When I wake up
First thing on my mind is get this cake up
Stayin on my grind and stackin straight up
We gon we gon we gon get dis money
We gon we gon we gon get dis money
When I wake up
First thing on my mind is get this cake up
Ain't no time to sleep I gotta stay up
We gon we gon we gon get dis money
We gon we gon we gon get dis money
Yeah
Thie early bird get the worm first
Sixteen, we was out there on that curb first
With a quarter tryina see who get a bird first
Like fuck a undercover cop we tryna see who gettin served first
Yeah we was dead wrong but we had to learn first
We ain't give a fuck whoever fronted us got burnt first
Yeah
We like we gon get this paper
My shooters was tryn kill I'm like we gon get em later
Tryna turn a dollar bill into a pretty situation
Just thinkin bout them benjis got a nigga in the matrix
Waitin
Losin patience my mind racin
Plus my seed growin so you know I need doughin
[Chorus:]
When I wake up
First thing on my mind is get this cake up
Stayin on my grind and stackin straight up
We gon we gon we gon get dis money
We gon we gon we gon get dis money
When I wake up
First thing on my mind is get this cake up
Ain't no time to sleep I gotta stay up
We gon we gon we gon get dis money
We gon we gon we gon get dis money
I used to score my lil L
Thinkin bout my master plan
Tryna get a million fuckin dollars out of half a man
Cause bein broke got a nigga feelin like a half a man
We gon get this money though
We just in a traffic jam
(We gon get it)
And I wanna live the fast life
Fast cars fast bitches fast money fast bike
I was in the dark
Shit that money was like a flashlight
Cause I started shinin same day I got my stash right
(Same day)
This money ain't a joke
Niggas lookin like snakes
They was cool when I was broke
But now I'm gettin money
They lookin at me funny
That's what I get my heaters
Cause I ain't never been a sleeper
[Chorus:]
When I wake up
First thing on my mind is get this cake up
Stayin on my grind and stackin straight up
We gon we gon we gon get dis money
We gon we gon we gon get dis money
When I wake up
First thing on my mind is get this cake up
Ain't no time to sleep I gotta stay up
We gon we gon we gon get dis money
We gon we gon we gon get dis money
Look
I'm a get rich or die tryin
If gettin money was sinnin
Fuck it I'm fryin
If I'm lyin I'm flyin
I'm buckin my eyein
If a nigga tryta take
I knock somethin out his face
I go in and out of state
Up and down 95
Just to get it for my niggas put my life on the line
They want what I got
They'll never get it from me (never)
But we gon get dis money
[Chorus:]
When I wake up
First thing on my mind is get this cake up
Stayin on my grind and stackin straight up
We gon we gon we gon get dis money
We gon we gon we gon get dis money
When I wake up
First thing on my mind is get this cake up
Ain't no time to sleep I gotta stay up
We gon we gon we gon get dis money
We gon we gon we gon get dis money
My philly niggas (we gon we gon we gon get dis money)
My delaware niggas (we gon we gon we gon get dis money)
All my jersey niggas (we gon we gon we gon get dis money)
My new york niggas (we gon we gon we gon get dis money)
My baltimore niggas (we gon we gon we gon get dis money)
Chi-town niggas (we gon we gon we gon get dis money)
My miami niggas (we gon we gon we gon get dis money)
My atlanta niggas (we gon we gon we gon get dis money)
And all my cali niggas (we gon we gon we gon get dis money)
It's meek motha fukkin milly yallll
Bh (bh) all ma bitches, all ma babys
You knoe I had to do one for da hoes (hoes)
Haha
HEADSHOT PUSSY
I seyd hoes we never love em
We fukk em nd discuss em
If u ain't fukkin ma man
U probably fukkin ma cuzin
Itsz nuffin how do you want it
Him, him, or me better yet a buffett you can take all 3
But I don't get her number I tell her to call me
Phone rings she with her friends and they wanna par-ty
I tell her meet me hotelly room 1-3
I'll be there in a lil
Me, lil, me lizzle
Stepped up in da telly
Hoes naked already
Lookin all sexy
Screamin daddy come get it
But u ain't gotta tell me twice I be rite in it
Shawty wetter den a pool
I dive up in it like I'm swimmin (SPLASH)
Knockin bitches off daddy this ain't nuffin new
I'm shaggy baby won't u love ma dogg scooby-doo
She seyd this is krazi
But I told her dis is wat we do
Expect the unexpected
U seen the movie to
Rollin threw da block
Banshee on rock
Bad bitch on da back as a 12 oclock
T5 barkin on em
Pt9 taurus on me
Cops come double clutch
Fishtail da corner on me
Ride hard slide off like a maserati
Gettin low up on dat pole
Shyt I be clyde nd she ma bonnie
Ma mammi lil hotti
Vanilla ice cream
Check out her eyes look at her body ma lil rite thing
Bitches be on ma dick
Cus they knoe I be on some shyt
Like if u a fukkin or sukkin don't even jump in da whip
If she ride tell her to jump in
If she ain't tell her to holla
We slidein in da impala
We glyde choppin with choppers
It's still M-O-B
Dem mammis don't get a dolla
I'm tryin to fukk you for free
If u trickin don't even bother
I'm a P-I-M-P makin bitches is ma scholar
Played da blue and white yankee
Striped polo with da colar
Everybody knoe ma name
Meek milly flow is flame
Plus I got that fire puffers call me lil wayne
And I lil game hoes fell a nigga swag
Tryin to fuck me or suck me
Just so they can get dey niggas mad
See dis not da sin-lab
You the one who wifein her
You eatin her nd treatin her
I'm da one dat pipe dat
Soon as I'm finished with her u can have her right back
Before I get a piece of pie ma mans probably slice dat
Breakdown take down shawty keep ya mouth shut
Dis is wat we do 102 u ain't bout dat
I don't give a fukk I'll leave u stuck like a mouse trap
Middle of da city tell ya brother to gte with me
[Meek Mill:]
I said I'm cooler than a fan fresh like it's easter
Pull up a bitch she be like osta la vister
Heser thought dats what they all say skeezers
I just fucked her yesterday homie you can keep her
Believe her
I don't do nothin I'm a ball
I'm a stand up nigga
I jump up everytime I fall
Everytime I lost
I came back like cook crack
Got my hand up in the game and I ain't never look back
I said I'm good
I'm hood
I wish a nigga would
Try to take me for a sucker he get hit up just because
Can't shake em off for nothin
Dey be hatin but for what
Cause I ain't even get a deal but
When I do they be like UHH!
Sick ya bitch all up on my dick
Cause you a bug
You a flee and I'm a G
I ain't no Crip I ain't no Blood
But I don't bend no I don't budge
I keep dat semi by my gut
A nigga tempt me fire up
I let that sig blow light em up
I say I ain't got that hazy
You know I got dat cush
Niggas rolling on that dirt be smokin dat Reggie Bush
Said dey always speak my name
But when dey see me they never look
Cause they know I keep that flame
But hold up that's anotha book
I said them shooters on deck
Goonies over there
And dat ain't even countin for tooly dat wear
I said dey bitches, pussy, coochie over there
So many clips it look like we shootin for a movie over here
[Gillie:]
E.A. dey don't pop, lock, and drop it
Round here in North Philly
Dey stop, cock, and pop it
Put you on your dyin bed
Leave you on dat lead dyin
Bust ya head up out that bread
A nigga bet not dare try it
I'm a motherfuckin gangster
Spank you with that banger
Soak you with that toaster
You niggaz straight cho-cha
Pussy ass niggaz for tha hundred I'll soak ya
Leave ya wet and gushy
I'm messin with some rookies
My drop top ridin
And my glock cock ridin
And I'm hangin out that window and I won't stop firen
Til a nigga on the ground and he twitchin
I walk down on em look em in his eyes stop bitchin
His mama fillin reports da boy he missin
These niggas tellin lies they ain't never sold a pigeon
Ain't got to go to BET to see how I'm livin
Just got to North Philly
And ask for that boy Gillie (dey gonna tell you he's a gangster)
[Oschino:]
I'm Oschino
You know I got dem kilos
You know I got dat fish if you tryna find nemo
My glocks straight from consemos
Six feet p low you get d pro
If you try to burn me like dat bitch Yolanda do niggaz pee holes
Gucci frames dey shade my vision
Showin my dick like circumcision
Niggaz mad at me cause dey pockets flat like plasma televisions
Elevate mind he probably fucked her
I ain't mad nigga dats what's up
Fuck dat bitch let's get deez bucks
I bout my green in God I trust
And trust I grind and coupes I drop
More hot on da block
Like when a cop get popped
Got it jumpin hoppin scotch
Why you hit nigga where da choppaz chop
Standin tall as city hall
Get on his CD nigga naw
Weirdos I can't fuck with ya'll
Meek in his bag nigga I'm in da broad
My young bulls clap like a applause
Be on ya ass like polo draws
Gettin dollaz go-go bars
Why you think we go so hard
Straight from da hood we don't kno no laws
All we kno is cars, broads, bars
Mounts o'z, hard, weed in jars
Guns, vest
Hustle, rest, projects
Killin, shootin, lootin
We a mess
No rep I talk with a tec
Burn it down nigga dey correct
[Verse1]
Stuntin' all on my old hoes, styling all on my haters
Presidential is rose gold, say it's time to get paper
Glock 10 with that laser, fuck around meet yo maker
Everyone got me pissin', fuck around with them papers
So I can't smoke no kush, I can't smoke no kush
But I ran throught them hoes, and I ain't talk 'bout reggie bush
I say y'all fuck niggas so fold, hoes ain't never gon' look
In the kitchen with that pyrex and a 9 piece, let me cook
Now hold up, I went and bought a phantom cause I wanted to
And now I drive the same one some stunnas do
Real nigga, 100 proof
I'mma need a 100m's to make me comfortable
[Hook]
Stuntin' all on my old hoes, styling all on my haters
Presidential is rose gold, say it's time to get paper
Big crib with no neighbors, ball hard but no lakers
Spent a 100 racks on my chain, all them hoes know my name
I be flexin, flexin, flexin on these niggas
I be flexin, flexin, flexin on these bitches
I be flexin, flexin, flexin on these niggas
I be flexin, flexin, flexin on these bitches
[Verse2]
All I know is just flex, shittin' on my ex
Bad hoes on my team, dick 'em down like next
I rock ysl so fresh, fly as hell no jet
Waves on 360, make that pussy get so wet
She say I'm cocky, I say that's not me
She call me papi and I say ven aqui
Wrist wear on hockey, porsche box like ali
My sneaks they bally, in my hood I'm prolly just rollin 'round in that ghost
Watching out for them folks
Heater on my hip, trunk full of that work
I say my shooters like dirt, 10 racks and you murk
I put that on yo head nigga, first week and you dead nigga
I bottle pop, I model pop
Pull up on them bikes, let the throttle pop
Niggas know I'm nice, and I got a lot
Like fuck yo corner, I bought a block
[Hook]
[Verse3]
I don't chase no bitches, I just chase my dream
We ridin 'round so dirty in this whip that's so clean
My old head she 30 but that dick suck so mean
And that pussy just so good for that pipe she my fein
On that pint I just lean, perk got me bent
If you ain't talking 'bout money, you ain't got no sense
Smell it on my clothes, work got that scent
In that kitchen with them birds, 'bout to serve up that's din'
Hold up! oz's and whole keys
Straight white and no trees
Great white and oz's and they might just od
I stay tight with og's
They know I'm real nigga
Pocket full of them racks
And my bank account meek mill nigga
[Meek Millz:]
Flamers Haha drama I got em I got em beast
I sed you be where the lames be I be where it's poppin at
Money cars clothes and hoes yea I get alot of dhat
Hataz talkin dirty bout the kid we ain't buyin
40 oughta clean em up, soak em like a laundromat
Bitches throwin pussy trynna fuck me, where the condom at?
See I'm zeemin trynna keep my semen I ain't down with dhat
Lil bitches crazy dey wanna have my baby cause bank account ben franklin out MAYBE
My president is black, my glock is two and I probly put a lock on a block near you
I sed my niggaz get the drop, dey gon drop air you I was neva scared of what
What chu heard fear who
I can see with clear view you fuck boyz is pussy and I be on my chill but all u gotta do it push me
And my goonz be wishin for me get a nigga baried, I jus give the word and push yo shit back like paliminary
Cemetary bitch u worry fuck you like the bitch you married
Nigga you ain't heard I'm bout word like a dictionary shit chu spit is fictionary
[Music Fades]
I'm so trilla swingin through the jungle like gorilla bananna clip pealer
Niggaz sleepin on you cause u softer den a pillow
Ol pussy talkin reckless like a killer and uh the draws is for the bitches
Hallows for the snitches we dnt play with revolvers play with choppas with extenders
[Intro]
See when I do joints like this
I do it for the youngin' in the ghetto
That... never hear story 'cause he gonna make it to say
See you know what's crazy
I want to court all the day the DA say she hate me
How you gonna hate me when me and Lu just took twenty racks
And put coast on them kids back
It's 30 degrees outside
[Verse]
Twenty-four how could I ask for more
I got my deal it's getting real I'm making cash for sure
Stuntin every chance I get because I had it poor
But every time I go to sleep I hear the devil at my door
And I'm on them papers so them courts I'm going back and forth
Dealing with probation man they all said I'll be back for sure
Mommies turn to zombies from that raw because it's crack the law
You wonder why them babies running crazy steady clapping off
Getting life before they get pussy
Cuz ain't nobody love 'em so they lives get tooken
Locked in cages have 'em fighting over cookies
And lunch trays, just happy them days ain't never kill me
Yea I remember, it was a hot December
N-ggas dieing top of winter cuz them kids need them toys
But Santa Claus don't see the boys or see them girls around here
There's jack boys downstairs
No man with the big bag just man with the big gat
Tryna take his shit back cuz he feel the world owe him
And his daughter want a Barbie bike for Christmas
He gon show her
That the love is there, no mother there
Just her and little brother there
We wash our pain with Belvedere
And use the drugs they brung us here
We get high to get by, hot dogs no ribies
Where tears drip from red eyes
Where ends don't meet the deadlines
The D.A. said she hate me but I don't understand
When I just rocked a show in front of fifty thousand fans
I think that bitch racist she probably in The Klan
She take her pain out on me but she probably need a man
I took my mom from public housing, put her in the sticks
We came a long way from welfare and getting W.I.C
That shit just made me hungry and now we getting rich
And all these n-ggas getting sick
I know they wanna get me hit cuz I'm ballin
Yea, cuz I'm ballin
[Outro]
And bitch say she hate me I f-ck with...
Last night we just came out giving three hundred pay
She was just at the schools to the girls and the boys basketball teams
Why you hate me, you hate me 'cause I'm doing and I'm supposed to
And I'm making more money than you
But bitch you can hate me for that
Yeah! I got the... in my pocket, and I'm talking like this
Face down, ass up, that's the way, we like to f-ck!
There some hoes in this house, trying to f-ck
There some hoes in this house, trying to f-ck
Face down, ass up, that's the way, we like to f-ck!
There some hoes in this house, trying to f-ck
There some hoes in this house, trying to f-ck
I got all these hoes trying to f-ck
I got pussy on my mind, I got patron all in my cup
I got shawty on my line trying to do to you know what
And I ain't got saying no word, you know I...
I swear that you know what.
Cause I don't play, no way!
I take her home, I touch that down, you take that home and you...
Cause I'm gonna kick it, and about my...
When I'm counting them hoes I got no bitches
Look, I got my city, cause I run that shit
But I face down, and your ass up
And your ass up, and your face down
She coming up trying to... rough
I grab a wheel, I stay down
Just breathe hoe, breathe hoe...
I gotta rub her off my pocket, never sleep and I got it
Bad bitch she look tropic, and she f-cking right that she shopping.
Matter of fact don't lie
I'm a hot f-ck like I'm flying
Got perks off my system
I tell 'em hoes when I get up
Chorus:
Put your face down, ass up, that's the way, we like to f-ck!
There some hoes in this house, trying to f-ck
There some hoes in this house, trying to f-ck
Face down, ass up, that's the way, we like to f-ck!
There some hoes in this house, trying to f-ck
There some hoes in this house, trying to f-ck
Her pussy good, my dick is gold
I'm in your hood, I'll probably f-ck your hoe
These bitches nasty, I need my nuts lick
These bitches know I got that deep up in your gut, dick
Face down with your back at, fingers spread that ass apart
And I'm deep in it, and she lick it, plus a couple nights that they sleep in it
Don't you try to run, where that pussy gone?
I eat... on the week day
Weekend hurt three friends
Got a nigger... cause I'm deep in when I dove in
... pussy feeling something like the ocean
She ain't never let a nigger know when
Is it gone a nigger soaking.
Is it... leave a nigger soaking!
I'm with that, and I get that...
Hold up!
I'm nasty and I throw that, your ass bitch...
Bad bitch know I know...
Chorus:
Put your face down, ass up, that's the way, we like to f-ck!
There some hoes in this house, tryin to f-ck
There some hoes in this house, tryin to f-ck
Face down, ass up, that's the way, we like to f-ck!
There some hoes in this house, tryin to f-ck
There some hoes in this house, tryin to f-ck
Couple bad independent women in my section
You'll be... dollars, I don't even pay attention
And I knew we'll be popping bottles, and I don't think it's a problem
Just hold up, and be opened up!
Put your face down, ass up, oh you know...
And now you're mad, saying that I treat you bad
But I treat you... I treat you... you'll be leaving...
Now we're at... and honest, try to see what's...
See the plan, come alone, or I'll go back home...
Play this mother f-cking song, hey!
Chorus:
Put your face down, ass up, that's the way, we like to f-ck!
There some hoes in this house, tryin to f-ck
There some hoes in this house, tryin to f-ck
Face down, ass up, that's the way, we like to f-ck!
There some hoes in this house, tryin to f-ck
[Meek Mill]
I got these niggas hating on me, but I don't give a fuck
Because they bitches waiting for me, I'm just counting all this money
And buying all these hammers
So when these niggas play I let my shooters go bananas
Diamonds flashing like a camera, my whip sound like a monster
My bitch got on that shit, she got a million dollar sponsor
These niggas getting sicker, somebody call the doctor
Cause all this blood dripping 20 racks I louis vuitton that
I got dolce & gabana, gucci, louie, prada
Fly as hell white socks boy, I got a lot of
... and cabanas, that's where they'll prolly find us
... sayonara to your honor
[Rick Ross]
I spoil them bitches, I am play them niggas
Wipe my ass with them riches like it's some toilet tissues
Fuck with the winter, mix in the winter
Feel the death of you millionaire, meek be that nigga
You niggas hating, my niggas balling
Popping fans counting dollars, buying them magnum bottles
My bitch is patient, your bitch is born
Fucked her that friday night, we both wake up on sunday morn'
[Meek Mill]
Young nigga lot of cash, bad bitch lot of ass
Lamborghini kinda fast, it got his head...
Made me bring them sticks out, ak with the...
These niggas is kinda nice, which means that they kinda act
I be on all kinds of shit, boy I get all kinds of cash
Monday I'm wear jayz, tuesday in my prada bag
Wednesday I go louis vuitton, and say how you've been
I say doing hard, I go hard like 2 lebrons
I hit the booth, no...
I'm superman, my bitch is super fly
I make her head on wanna kill herself, suicide
A nigga play me, he know it's do or die
Cause I got a big mac, in that bitch we super size
Rolling with our hundred group, boy I got a hundred juice
Bout to fuck a hundred hoes, all the bitches coming soon
Tell them that I'm coming now, tell them I'ma come...
Bought my chevy super hot, I named her... summer juice
[Rick Ross]
I spoil them bitches, I am play them niggas
Wipe my ass with them riches like it's some toilet tissues
Fuck with the winter, mix in the winter
Feel the death of you millionaire, meek be that nigga
You niggas hating, my niggas balling
Popping fans counting dollars, buying them magnum bottles
My bitch is patient, your bitch is born
Fucked her that friday night, we both wake up on sunday morn'
[Meek Mill]
We got it... rose,... hose,
He said that... I was like ok
She said give me money, I was like no way
She got mad and touched my phone and ain't no work giving in no pay
I'm like be gone bitch, be gone bitch
I pop a... turn on my... switch
Them bitches ain't on that, nigga cause they on this
You put them on money and I put them on dick
[Rick Ross]
I spoil them bitches, I am play them niggas
Wipe my ass with them riches like it's some toilet tissues
Fuck with the winter, mix in the winter
Feel the death of you millionaire, meek be that nigga
You niggas hating, my niggas balling
Popping fans counting dollars, buying them magnum bottles
My bitch is patient, your bitch is born
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
I'm a chase my dream
Coming to America like Prince Akeem
I ain't never give a fuck then I seen
High definition to get what's forever given
But nothing was never given
I build it from ground up
I started out form my basement and builded my house up
I'm rich off opportunity, money gon' pile up
My swag on a hundred mill, how the stylist gon' style us
Caught up in the light, caught up in the life
I see youngin on the corner with a quarter of that white
He just tryna chase his dream plus his daughter needs some wipes
And some pampers so he don't give a fuck about the slammer
He just tryna stay alive, clutching on his hammer
World full of problems, ain't nobody gotta answer
Mommy in the grave, daddy gettin' high
Bills steady rollin' in, he barely gettin' by
Same clothes everyday, he barely gettin' fly
Erryday he wake, he just swear to do his job
What that is? Chasin' dreams, time is tickin' so it seems
On his downtime he's spittin' and he's sick, his flow is mean
He just want his real chance, no reality show
But the graveyard the jail cell, reality though
Crack house was his crib, the streets fathered him though
And he ain't got no twitter page but you can follow him tho
Woah
[Hook:]
Dream chaser, keep chasin'
Grind will turn into your shine, be patient
Yeah, a hundred miles and runnin'
Tryna catch up to my dreams so you know I'm Forrest Gumpin'
I'm a dream chaser, dream chaser, dream chaser
Dream chaser, dream chaser, dream chaser
Dream chaser, dream chaser
[Verse 2: Beanie Sigel]
I was raised by my momma
Pop used to beat her
Got a sister my age, my pop was a cheater
Gram's kept something in the pot for us to eat up
Had to open up the oven for the house to heat up
Christmas missed us, no birthday's or Easter's
Used to snatch bags from Halloween trick or treaters
Hot dogs and beans, fish sticks on the weekend
Shared the same bed that my cousin used to pee in
Dreamed to be the Huxtable's, settled for the Brady's
Black and white on top of floor model with' no cable
My sister used to punch me, beat me, slap me
Caught my first case stealin' cookies outta ackney
Raised in South Phil, 2-4 where you can find me at
Used to kick the machines for quarters out the laundromat
Dirty little teen, going to school embarrassin'
Gas cut off, my clothes smelling like kerosene
[Chrous:]
Dream chaser, keep chasin'
Grind will turn into your shine, be patient
Yeh, a hundred miles and runnin'
Tryna catch up to my dreams so you know I'm Forrest Gumpin'
I'm a dream chaser, dream chaser, dream chaser
Dream chaser, dream chaser, dream chaser
Dream chaser, dream chaser
[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
It all started in the basement, me, my pen and my pad
Started thinkin' bout things I never had
Was broke as a joke, ain't never laugh
I woke up and went and got it, now they forever mad
How can you hate me where I came from
When just a year ago I was the same one
Them dudes you call your homies be the main one
You'd be surprised what niggas do as soon as the fame come
But I ain't worried, discouraged, I just observe it
When my dreams started to crumble, niggas deserted
Empty courtroom when my judge read my verdict
But now I'm gettin' to it, niggas act like they deserve it
Sittin' in my cell, watching my dream
Fade like Mike, fourth quarter, tie game
Shackles on my ankles and wrist my first chains
And now it's hard work on the menu, I thirst cream
[Hook:]
Dream chaser, keep chasin'
Grind will turn into your shine, be patient
Yeh, a hundred miles and runnin'
Tryna catch up to my dreams so you know I'm Forrest Gumpin'
I'm a dream chaser, dream chaser, dream chaser
Dream chaser, dream chaser, dream chaser
[Hook: Rick Ross]
Can't Panic, Don't Panic
They knocking, Don't Panic
It's them people in penny-loafers
They searching people and searching sofas
OH LORD! Can't Panic, Don't Panic
No time to plot it, No time to plan it
100 Keys up in the Attic! 100 Keys up in the Attic!
OH LORD!
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
30 racks of Diesel, watching for them people
2 Birds in the Kitchen; 1 Brick, 1 Desert Eagle
If the Cops rush in, better flush it
Better pray to God they don't see you
Cause them F-E-D-S Boys want to L-I-F-and E you
So don't panic, don't panic, if they grab you
Don't panic, nigga dropping statements on the
Whole hood, they grabbed the nigga and he ramming
Got them young boys like 30 Years still walking
And he standing, bet that would've been one of my
Niggas, bet you homie would've died quicker, my
Lawyer cost 100 Thou', nigga, rats telling with
No remorse, shoot at us, no reports, we shoot at them
They going to Court, fuck niggas want to go to War
Just make sure you could stand it, and when them boys
Start rushing, nigga, just don't panic
[Hook: Rick Ross]
[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
Pussy niggas panic, I could see they panties
Rain, Snow, or Sleet, I'm in these Streets and
It's so organic, WB but no Atlantic, play with
Me and I bet I'll handle it, 30 G's, 20 Shows
A Month, that's too much to count and too much
To manage, (hey) I'm on my dope boy shit, yeah
My car's White, motherfuck a hater, I done lived
A Hard Life, I'm swanging out my building, trying
To raise my children, top got no ceiling, Yo Gotti
Nigga Meek Milly, counted my first Million, that's
When my whole Life changed, I Pledge Allegiance to
Streets that I'll never Panic if them FEDS came
That's on everything, Money-Bag in the bread game, my
Partner and them is my partner and them, murder one or
Get gwop with them, I'm YO GOTTI!
[Sean Kingston]
These hose are triflin'
That's why we aint gon wife 'em
These young niggas better smart up
And don't get caught up
Said shawty got a husband
But she out here creepin'
These young niggas better smart up
And don't get caught up
Don't do it, noooo
Don't do it, noooo
Don't do it,
Just cause she fine with ass
But she just want a nigga with cash
She triflin'
[Meek Mill]
Shawty got a man, but she creepin' though
I guess she want a young nigga eatin' though
But I was never known to keep a hoe
Met her in mia, was with my nigga Tre a week ago
A friend told me he had two weeks before
She said she aint fuck in months, I'm like you sneaky hoe
But I knew some bitches like my sneakers though
Fucking all my homies she was tryna keep a secret though
Loving the crew, love the place for the team
She sucking my dick, guess we chasing her dream
I'm made her go ham, he made her a queen
I aint chasing these hoes, no nigga I'm chasing this cream
[Sean Kingston - Chorus]
[Nipsey Hussle]
She look good, but to me she just a bummy bitch
Tryna fall in love cause she know I'm bumpy rich
Hear my name ringing, she know I'm on my tip
She can't walk out her house without hearing 'em play my shit
2008 came in this game and I aint made a grip
I'm sucking, ducking, fucking with the ones I made it with
One thing they knew about Nip Hussle I don't save a bitch
She be content with saying, she done fucked a famous crip
Basic bitches that we flippin', you be laying with
Her pussy played out, we call that Avirex
OBGYN, she got you in labour with
Your maybe baby cause you weak and be chasing yo dick nigga
chorus
oh man I wish I knew
I wish I knew it then
But that won't let it stop me
You know I'll be back again
All the mistakes I made
Troubles that I live in
It shaped me into the person you see standing here
I wish you knew me
Back when I was young
You can't see me
Just how far I come
So don't judge me
You don't know me
Please, believe me
After the 3rd grade it was all As
Fuck the 5th grade was the hard days
Detention and suspension was an always
By the time I made the high school it was the hall ways
Yeah that was the wish .. it was all pay
And we were all broke that's when a lot broke
Cat catches .
Picture me back then look at me right now
Before I .. the 20 thousand
I go to complicate cases I had to .. down
Living in the dark I am in the light now
You .. hard then you shine harder
I'm gonna ride like my last name's Carter
Chorus
You don't have to listen to me
You don't have to believe a single word I say
No. that's what my mother told me
Still I run out at learned everything the hard way
I've been trying no no
Oh yeah she told me to grab up I grew up
I stood up each day I move up again
Got a minute to say what I want
I am trying to make through everything
Whatever I am right or wrong
That made me how I am
And if a I broke your heart
Well I am sorry again
Chorus
Thinking back when I was in a trap
Without a dollar to my name ..
Nigger said that's what I think of that
Say chance for the better I am never thinking back
Now I could be .. forward
Sin is so hard I think my .. harder
Take .. like a fish above the water
Man I am gonna survive
I put that on my mind
Swear to God how you .. if you never try
I can't see no future like I am living on my ride
Every day I am living life like I could never die
New clothes in my in my garage
New chick in the bedroom new chick by my side
New watch saying this is my time so
Don't judge me just love me
There is nothing above me
My future is so pretty so I got .. ugly
[Meek Mill:]
I said I'm cooler than a fan fresh like it's easter
Pull up on that bitch and be like Osta Laviestah
Heser thought that's what they all say geezers
I just fucked her yesterday homie you can keep
Her believe her I don't do noffin I 'ma ball I'm a stand
Up nigga I jump up every time I fall (every time I lost ha)
I came back like cooked crack got my head up in the
Game and I ain't never look back (never) I said I'm good
I'm a hood I wish a nigga would try to take me for a sucker
He get hit up if be could can't shake up for noffin they
Be hatin but for what cause I anit even get a deal but
When I do they be like UHH! Sick ya bitch all up on my
Dick, cause you a bust, you a flee and I'm a G, I ain't no
Crip I ain't no blood but I don't benel I don't budge I keep
That semi by my girl that nigga took me fire up I let that shit
Blow write em up, I said I ain't got that henley, U know I got
That good shit Niggas rolling on that dirt they be smokin that
Reggie Bush Cause they always speak my name but when
They see me they never look cause they know I keep that
Flamers hold up that a nova book I said them shooters on deck
Gooneys over there and that ain't even countin for tuder that I
Wear, I said they BITCHES, PUSSY, COCHEY over there so
Many pistol like we shootin for a movie over here
GILLIE!
[Gillie:]
P.A they don't pop, lock, and drop it round here in North Philly
They stop Cock and pop it put you on your diet bed you wanna
Lay it diet bus ya head on out that bread that nigga be not dead
Try it I'm a mother fuckin gangter spank you with that wangser
Soak you with that toaster you niggas straight chocken pussy ass niggas
For a hundred I'll soak ya leave ya wife gushey, I'm messin with rookies
Ma drop top riddin and my flow cock ridin and I'm hangin out that window
And I won't stop firen until a nigga on the ground and he twitchen I walk up on em
Look em in his eyes stop bitchen his mama fillin reports da boy he missin these
Niggas tellin lies they ain't never sold a pigeon, thwey got rto go to BET to se
How I'm livin just got to NorthPhilly and ask for that boy Gillie they gonna tell you hes a gangster
I'm a feeno you know I got them Keelo, You know I got that fish if you tryna find nemo
[meek mill]
mmg nigga, chain all vs
i ain't with the bs
catch me in the city riding hard through the bx
skinny nigga, but i do it large like a 3x
the last nigga that tried to do me wrong, uhm he checked
right back to that money slinging os in pj
i'm prolly catching milage while the pilot steady preject
because we next and we flex like
[big sean]
like 90px, working all night
no breaks or recess
vroom, vroom
yeah, i know my car sound like a t-rex
bitch i'm 23 years old and i ain't riding in a prius
my cousin finished school
can't believe he graduated
i through him 20 thousand dollars
told his ass congratulations
cause me, i wasn't made for that shit
but i could prolly hire him and who all paid for his shit
and to all the hoes that was dissing, i prayed to god that you see me
i'm on the yard getting hella high, smoking good, that seaweed
bad bitch and her chacha, grabbing on her chee ches
million dollars bills on my email
you mad ass hell you ain't cc'd
chain all vs
bitch you know its bs
boy i run my city
[meek mill]
end of story, nigga ps
all white maybach
green bay they pack
y'all niggas was slackin
yeah, but i'm all nice new track
and they say life's a game of chess
you can play checkers all on my jacket
because it donny ya and rhymes away on all you pig rappers
i say yeah nigga i murder that
pen em ear and serve em back
niggas say they want beef
well well the fucks my burgers at
i got white, was serving that
i been to jail, ain't going back
i alley-ooped your bitch off that backboard
she throw it back
i slammed off in the pussy
blake griffin'd your hoe nigga
maybach with ricky ross my chain rock like i know jigga
that's cause i do hoe
shout out to my new hoe
that pussy pink like nuvo
and i dogged that, khujo
[big sean]
niggas want talk
what they gone say
i hit the pedal til that muthafucka break
freaky bitches love the money i make
and to live like this
you muthafuckas gotta pay
so let that shit burn
let that shit burn
let that shit burn
let that shit burn
gasoline,
the roof on fire, i'm only gettin' higher
50 racks all in my pocket, all the bottles
i'ma let that shit burn
[big sean]
bitch, i had one shot of na blunt
ridin' til the wheels fell off and they tore it
i got green on top of green
diamonds lookin' like i grew it
d-town, the hood behind me like a king cobra
[meek mill]
burn, bitch
i let it burn bitch
my money straighta than a motherfuckin' perm bitch
no navigation, you can see that is my turn shit
shorty give me all that brain and still ain't never learn shit
[big sean]
oh that's your girl,
damn nigga you ain't learn shit
she naked in my studio
i'm on that howard stern shit
yep, i swear that mack 10 is barbell
finally famous, the cartel
hit your girl in my whip and now that pussy got that new car smell
same shit, different day
i ain't broke no more, it's a different day
don't turn me down, i got shit to say
my purp strong like it's lifting weights
it sean don, sippin' chandon i got a bitch with them pom poms
my rolly don't tick tock, you shit sound like a time bomb
booom
little bitch
[big sean]
niggas want talk
what they gone say
i hit the pedal til that muthafucka break
freaky bitches love the money i make
and to live like this
you muthafuckas gotta pay
so let that shit burn
[meek mill]
let that shit burn
let that shit burn
let that shit burn
gasoline,
the roof on fire, i'm only gettin' higher
50 racks all in my pocket, all the bottles
i'ma let that shit burn
[meek mill]
niggas want talk
what they gone say
i hit the pedal til that muthafucka break
freaky bitches love the money i make
and to live like this
you muthafuckas gotta pay
so let that shit burn
let that shit burn
let that shit burn
let that shit burn
gasoline,
the roof on fire, i'm only gettin' higher
50 racks all in my pocket, all the bottles
[Meek Millz:]
Yea Yea
Let Me Grab My Shoulder Right
Shiny Patten Leather Pradas Look Like A Bowlin Ball
Diamonds On My Neck And Wrist Haters Like He Showin Off
Cause I Be Shittin On Dese Niggas All Around And Overall
Back Up On MY Ol' Shit Watch Me Make A Joke Of Ya'll
I Scoop Ya Bitch Up And Her Friend And Like I Jus Won From Both Of Ya'll
Skeeno Fresh Up Out Da Boat, How You Wanna Soap For Song
Cause I Jus Wanna Give It To You Fast, Hold On Let Me Fone A Call
Meek Milly, What Da Dealy How You Feelin?
I Say I Feel Like A Million When I Step Up In The Buildin
My Neck Tell You Dat I'm Chilin, My Wrist Say Dat I'm Ok
I Be Stuntin When I Cum In, I Don't Pay No I Don't Wait
Say We Bottle Pop, Hurricane and Chris Like Ay-Bay-Bay
Let Them Models Rock, We Fuck With Dat One Like KKK
Steal Yo Bitch Rite In Yo Face, And Den Like Mike I Fade Away
So Tell Dem Lents Stay Out My Way Before I Fuck Up Dey Whole Day
Mindin My Business, Cause My Mind Is My Business
I Make Way Mor For Rappin Den You Makin Off A Trappin
First I Cum On Dem Who Rattin, Den I Stop With 30 Stacks
Den All Dis Funny Shit I'm Hearin Got Me Dyin From The Laughter
[Oschino:]
Dey Hate To See Me Eatin Rite
Cause Dey Fuckin Pockets Low
White Benz, Black Rims
Shit Look Like A Domino
Ridin Slow, Bucket Low,
Yea You See Me Blinging Hard
Cleaner Den A Bolier Hoe, Diamonds Like A Deck Of Cards
Fresh As Shit Like Wrecking Balls
When We Step Up In The Place, Lotta Money
Lotta Lace, Lotta Chicken Lotta Cake
Ballin At The Bar, We At The Bar Fillin Sides Of Drinks
No We Ain't Got No Job, Ye But We Got Dat Weight
What You Think?, What We Do?
Birds Not Dat Birds To Sue, Murder Who?
Murder You, That Mack You Shelf Like A Turtle Do
Niggas Mad Cause I'm Eatin, Niggas Mad Cause I'm Eatin
What Dey Make In One Year, A Nigga Make In One Weekend
Fuckin With Dem Puerto Ricans, Hoolio, Javier
Give Me Mean Fish, Mean Fish Shit Porrinahs Here
Why You Think My Diamonds Clear?
Gettin Money My Career
[Rick Ross:]
Make sure you know what you're dealing with now
What's your body count nigga
I'm double digits
What you talkin bout nigga
It's time to get it
Bad bitches in the house
They all exquisite
Couple million in the couch
Right here where I'm sittin
What's your body count nigga
I'm double digits
What you talkin bout nigga
It's time to get it
Bad bitches in the house
They all exquisite
Couple million in the couch
Right here where I'm sittin
[Meek Mill:]
I got some bad hos in my crib
Coup' stones in my couch
Scarface in this bitch
It's like a gun store in my house
Hobart on my desk
Bag it up by ounce
The feds watchin this bitch
Oh lord it's three strikes and I'm out
I'm gone
What's your body count nigga?
I'm double digits
Thirty birds I'm thinkin we gon need another kitchen
I used to pack my little work out my mother dishes
Now I'm the one to get the work to get a couple pigeons
Then we cook em up
And let em dry
We break it down
And let em fly
Send em to the hood
And tell em bye
All my niggas liftin weight but we don't exercise
[Rick Ross:]
What's your body count nigga
I'm double digits
What you talkin bout nigga
It's time to get it
Bad bitches in the house
They all exquisite
Couple million in the couch
Right here where I'm sittin
What's your body count nigga
I'm double digits
What you talkin bout nigga
It's time to get it
Bad bitches in the house
They all exquisite
Couple million in the couch
Right here where I'm sittin
[Meek Mill:]
Murder after murder
Nigga you ain't heard
Cause when it come to beef I'm puttin bread all on my burger
Man them shooters be so hungry
Bodies on they burner
I could send em to your crib
Spot you ain't come for em
They gon tear you out the frame
Fuckin rip your picture
Send a message to your homie just to make him get the picture
And if they tellin on me
I could make em hit the witness
They been off em like a summons
Dawg don't make me give em business
Talkin all that killa shit now what's your body count
The shotty bounce and make your motherfuckin body bounce
We on the graveyard shift where all the bodies found
... on twenty-threes
Them make the ride it bounce
[Rick Ross:]
What's your body count nigga
I'm double digits
What you talkin bout nigga
It's time to get it
Bad bitches in the house
They all exquisite
Couple million in the couch
Right here where I'm sittin
What's your body count nigga
I'm double digits
What you talkin bout nigga
It's time to get it
Bad bitches in the house
They all exquisite
Couple million in the couch
[Intro:]
Green and White
That's What We Sellin
Shout Out To Wiz
It's Black And Yellow
Philly In The Building
That's What I rep forever
I'm talkin PA shout out to the DJ.
[Chorus:]
Haa Uh - huh You Know what it is
When we in the building we do it big
Yeah they got me back stuntin
100 thousand mixtapes homie that ain't nothin'
[Hook:]
Come around my town, you can see I'm runnin everything
I do this for the Hood I'm reppin Philly everyday
[Verse 1:]
Black Ice, yellow chick
Hella bad hella thick, brains intelligent
I'm in that wide body, I'm talkin elephant
Great phantom in there leaning like I'm runnin ben
Riding with the goons, you know they hella bent.
Drinkin on that water purple and yellow sip
Team laker I'm a dream chaser
Let the team take her, I'm a team player.
Yeah you know I'm a fuckin beast
Me myself and I, like Miami Heat
I'm talkin Chris Bosh, Lebron and Wade
I won't say I'm rich, but I'm kinda paid
[Chorus 2:]
Uh-huh you know what it is
Everything you do is small, and everything we do is big
I gotta retarted check, ma cardier...
Eviction on your reck a leg and tell em that I'm movin in
Got that work nigga get served, sesame street with the big bird
Aye ya'll 15 clip curb, bring your chick around
We gon steel er, Pittsburgh
[Verse 2:]
Black and yellow, I'm in the back like hello
Shit I'm just biggin up my haters jus like Shorty L - O
Spent 20 on the bezzle, and shorty from the ghetto
You damn right I'm in it everynight
I'm fly as every pilot, I'm high as every kite
This shit I spit is deep, I'm talkin Barry White
When I was in these streets I had to carry white
But now I'm rappin I just spit it, I don't barely write!
[Chorus 3:]
Haa Uh-huh you know what it is
When Philly in the building, we do it big
20 bottles homie that ain't nothing
20 thousand in my pocket nigga that's stuntin.
[Hook]
[Talking:]
We In This Bitch
I'm Still Countin Money
Still Spittin that shit
Whatchu gon do now
But follow me on twitter
@Me @MeekMill BIIITTTCCHH
Leggooo
You Know what it is, when we in the building
We do it big, half you niggas rest
Talkin this, talkin that
I ain't frontin nigga I'm back
And it ain't bout nothing, cause nigga I'm strapped
You ever watch a dream manifest?
It's nothing like it
Dc 2
If you ain't got a dream, you ain't got nothing
A lot of niggas changed on me when I got money
Said it came with the game, and this what I wanted
So I'ma hustle like the first time I got fronted
For the love of the green and the love of the team
Put together a circle that couldn't come in between
Went from lint in my pockets to using money machines
I got my city back popping and they don't want me to leave
No they don't want me to leave
But I gotta go and get it though
Time is money and I'm on a mission though
Papa gotta eat, niggas shooting right around my mama way
Cops run in my sister crib, I swear I gotta find a way
Tryna touch a million dollars and I'm like a dime away
Never ask a nigga for a handout, I [always found a way?]
Write my little raps, smoke my little weed
Sold a little crack just to fund my little needs
I was sixteen getting on my little knees
? please help me get a little cheese
It was hard out, ?
In the jungle where niggas will rip your heart out
Cold summers where niggas'll probably starve out
Wanna be a kingpin from watching niggas ball out
Couldn't blame us, they was tryna chain us
But we was tryna fix the roof while it was raining
We was tryna keep the house warm when winter came in
But they rather detain us, locked us in cells, restrained us
The razors, animals go in cages
That's what the slave masters told the workers when they slaved us
Small city, big dreams
I been waiting on this day since I was sixteen
Since I was sixteen
I been waiting on this day since I was sixteen
Small city, big dreams
I been waiting on this day since I was sixteen
Since I was sixteen
I been waiting on this day since I was sixteen
Rock man told us "sun don't shine"
You know if his daddy hustling then his son gon' grind
His father was locked up, now his son doing time
When certain niggas get to starving, know that gun gon' shine
Two felonies on is record, he got one more time
? picture that, he don't want no job
Lost hope, some niggas don't even want no god
They just want a little money just to come through fly
'Cause nobody never listens to the broke nigga
'Cause when you broke, you considered as a joke nigga
If you a joke, you considered as a ho nigga
And no nigga wanna live life living poor nigga
Small city, big dreams
I been waiting for this day since I was sixteen
Selling white girl, I'm talking christine
Young boy with dreams of touching that big screen
Small city, big dreams
I been waiting on this day since I was sixteen
Since I was sixteen
I been waiting on this day since I was sixteen
Small city, big dreams
I been waiting on this day since I was sixteen
Since I was sixteen
[meek mill]
i just wanna thank god
for all the pretty women he let into my life
all the benjamins he let me count
wealth and health, for my family
and lettin' me ball on these niggas
[hook: meek mill]
now it's a lot of bad bitches in the building (ooh, amen)
a couple real niggas in the building (amen)
i'm finna kill niggas in the building (amen)
i tell the waiter fifty bottles and she tell me say when
and i say church (preach)
we make it light up like a church (preach)
she wanna fuck and i say church (preach)
do liv on sunday like a church (ahh, preach)
[verse 1: meek mill]
bottle after bottle, drink until i overdose
pull up in the phantom watch them bitches catch the holy ghost
everytime i step up in the dealer i be goin' broke
shorty wanna fuck me i say get on top and rollercoast
and i lay back, she go cray
fuck me good, but she no stay
murder on that pussy let her boyfriend get that doa
get it? and all i get is frito lay
plus i'm on probation, when they test me i just pee rozay
cause last night, i went hard, peach ciroc, patron and all
thirty racks on magnum bottles, i think i was born to ball
lookin' like a million plus, fresh i'm out that corner store
hater i be doin' me, you guys should be doin' y'all
i'm stackin' money to the ceiling
all this ice that's in my rollie i be chillin'
and i just made a couple million
so i could take care of them children
[hook]
[verse 2: drake]
just bought my niggas some cane, so much it came with a plane
bought my niggas some dope, so much it came with a boat
i just bought me a crib so big it came with a moat
for niggas jumpin' the fence i hope you niggas can float
and i just hope that i'm forgiven for carin' 'bout how they livin'
and loanin' a little money and keepin' 'em out of prison
i ain't lyin' in my verses i'm just telling you the basics
of growin' up with your friends and becoming the one that made it, yes lord!
all gold, man i got these bitches soul
talkin' bout these other rappers getting old is even getting old
worry 'bout your followers, you need to get your dollars up
me and meek, young niggas poppin' like our collars up
and good ain't good enough, and your hood ain't hood enough
spend my whole life putting on, you spend your whole life putting up
ain't no telling when i go, so there ain't shit that i'mma wait for
i'm the type to say a prayer, then go get what i just prayed for
nigga, church
[hook]
[verse 3: meek mill]
lord forgive me for my sins, i'm just tryna win
and she a devil in that dress but if she knock i let her in
and if she knock i let her in
i had her up by 12 o clock, then 3 o clock she wet again
[intro]
see i'm an a1 type of guy
i cruck a1 hoes (trill)
rock a1 clothes (trill)
drive a1 whips (trill)
and still pour a1 sauce on my shit
i come from the bottom
[verse 1: meek mill]
crushing all these hoes, rocking all this ice
selling all these o's, nigga, i done did that twice
so i'm just riding round in my rolls, about to get on my bike
just to touchdown in my hood and i put that on my life
i'm like yeah nigga, i'm there nigga, i ball hard all year, nigga
my diamonds all clear, smack my chain, you dead nigga
i don't know what you heard, and i don't know what you thought
but all my dogs they murk and all my dogs go hard (fuck that)
my new young chick look exactly like rihanna
ass like nicki, but she yellow like madonna
i take her to the mall, buy her all types of designers
ysl, fly chanel, all that dolce & gabbana
i jump right back like 36, lean hard when i turn the whip
if i ain't have my rap deal, then i still be serving bricks
so i kill a pussy, i murder shit, homicide on shorty
my gold rol cost 60 racks, my rose gold cost 40
[hook]
i get a1 money, i'm an a1 nigga
got a a1 swagger, i'm getting a1 bitches
i just bought me a rollie, you can skate on nigga
if they don't love it, they hate it, well get your hate on nigga
cuz i got a1 everything, a1 everything
a1 everything, i get a1 everything
i got a1 credit, a1 hoes
i drive a1 whips, and i rock a1 clothes
[verse 2: kendrick lamar]
pray to god i washed my hand, but i be damned
2012 100 racks to uncle sam
a 24 year old millionaire
don't read the contract 'less a mill in there
a1 credit, park my car bowlegged
i got a bus full of bitches, i call it jerome bettis
i grab my dick in the picture, your hoe be cropping the image
i let you scrape off the dishes, we eating nigga, i'll finish it
then come right back, hope you insomniac
sleep on me if you wanna take a dirt nap
bitch i'm talking ca-ca-ca-ca-ca then more ca-ca-ca-ca
hit your roof until i pop your top up
then more ca-ca-ca-ca, til i know i gotcha
ballin' like i'm baldin', then i see jordan in the mirror
nigga that's flawless vvs, cc text me what you wearing
puttin' my all inside your bitch, i grip her hips thats power steering
about to hydroplane when i board that plane and land inside the building
I remember nights I used to sell rock,
posted on the corner like a mailbox
First class ticket to a cell block,
just to get some Polo & some shell tops
Cold world and they say hell's hot
But it ain't hotter than that choppa when them shells drop
Man I seen niggas play that block
get they bell rocked
Cops cleared the scene and I was back by twelve o'clock
Tryna' get it, Dickie on and my fitted
Gun in my draws
ducking the law
Money, cars and clothes, I wanted em' all nigga
I never was good at hoopin, I wanted to ball nigga
Cause the OG's sold keys and I had no cheese
Copper's lock me, beat me down like I was cochise
Old fiends coppin' work through they're old dreams
They got shattered, it ain't matter cause we thirst cream
Niggas serving niggas moms just to make a flip
Homies murder other homies just to make a brick
Most my niggas done got busted tryna' take a hit
The feds was right there, we was serving, they was taking flicks
This how it goes down in the jungle
Where niggas learn to shoot before they could rumble
Cops rushing, they gon' kick in the front door
And if they chase you better hope you don't stumble
I wanted Polo with some shell tops
I just wanted Polo and some shell tops
And I was out there tryna' sell rocks
Cause I wanted Polo and some shell tops
I done seen close neighbors lose hope
Fall victim to the streets and start to use dope
I use to load my gun before I went to school first
It's crazy niggas wanna kill me,
We was cool first
And when it comes to friends
you can't let 'em to close
That's why they call 'em close friends,
you turn your back they move first
And I just bought a new ghost,
and a crib out on that new coast
And it all started from a dolla
Running from the law, scuffing up my Prada's
Crack all in my draws, tryna' make a profit
All I wanted was some shells and some Polo for my closet, Awhhh
Drug money
turn to blood money
I only roll with niggas that'll take a slug for me
No matter what it is, I'mma pay that bail money
To get my niggas right,
My niggas for life!
This how it goes down in the jungle
Where niggas learn to shoot before they could rumble
Cops rushing, they gon' kick in the front door
And if they chase you better hope you don't stumble
I wanted Polo with some shell tops
I just wanted Polo and some shell tops
And I was out there tryna' sell rocks
Money make the world go round
And all the pretty girls go down
And I still roll round through my old hood in my new whip
All white ghost I call it my cool whip
Hundred on my neck lookin' like I move bricks
My life is like a movie, every day a new script
And ain't it funny how this money make a mood switch
Cuz they be talkin' beef, I be up in Ruth's Chris
Who is this at the door, I think it's the devil don't let him in
Just rap and take my niggas to places we never been
And when it comes to cake I get it like Entenmann's
With the heart of a lion, no lyin' I never been
No? for these fuckboys
On my second mil and I ain't talkin' lunch boy
Glock 30 ridin' dirty in this? boy
Cuz I could treat you like a prison get you touched boy
Before I had a deal I was poppin', no promo
All of a sudden all these bad bitches want a photo
M's in my account and M's in the logo
So everytime I spend a hundred k I scream YOLO
Young kings, young kings
I be rollin' with some young kings, young kings
And all we know is one thing, one thing
Get the money nigga fuck fame, and fuck fame
I be rollin' with some young kings, young kings
Rollin' with some young kings, young kings
And all we know is one thing, one thing
Get the money nigga fuck fame, and fuck fame
Crowns on my wrist and my head
And I'mma ball hard in this bitch ‘til I'm dead
It's money on my mind, make me put it on your head
And have your own homies lookin' at you like you're bread
Tryna eat nigga,
I'm from Philly so you know I play for keeps nigga
Six pallbearers, six feet deep nigga
No insurance you been sitting six weeks nigga
Big 40 knock you right up out your sneaks nigga
Young kings, all I know is one thing
Live life, one dream, started in the drug game
Where they never make it out unless you got a gun gang
Walkin' through my city but it's lookin' like I run things
Runnin' shit, diarrhea
And ever since my dad died I ran out of fear
G5 through the sky boy we outta here
Sippin P&J; fresh from out the PJ
Young kings, young kings
I be rollin' with some young kings, young kings
And all we know is one thing, one thing
Get the money nigga fuck fame, and fuck fame
I be rollin' with some young kings, young kings
Rollin' with some young kings, young kings
And all we know is one thing, one thing
Get the money nigga fuck fame, and fuck fame
I still wake up go and get it, youngin on a mission
Cuz when niggas was eating they left me to do the dishes
But I'm different, I still put ‘em on just to show ‘em right
I used to be the dark child but now I glow at night
I keep a milli by my side because we both alike
Try and keep that nigga out the field cuz he be throwin' white
Dishin' d, tryna get rich as me
I'm worth a couple million man that shit was meant to be
20 gold chains on, shit I think I'm Mr. T
If I could live my life again I wouldn't do it differently
Prolly bring my father back, just so he could witness me
Back up in my zone I swear my haters is history
Bitches say they missin' me, I never fall for it
Cuz they just miss the money, they know I go hard for it
And if my niggas need it, I tell ‘em come for it
Cuz when it comes to me, they shootin' like a small forward, swish
Young kings, young kings
I be rollin' with some young kings, young kings
And all we know is one thing, one thing
Get the money nigga fuck fame, and fuck fame
I be rollin' with some young kings, young kings
Rollin' with some young kings, young kings
And all we know is one thing, one thing
Yeah,
Real written all over this.
Yeah,
Verse 1:
I said I used to get high, just to get by.
Couldn't deal with my reality was livin in a lie.
Sometimes I ask god is we livin just to die.
Conversations with my dad and he livin in the sky.
I think am I going crazy or is this shit for real,
The spirit of a nigga who's real in his appeal.
Fighting to see the light and I'm fighting to keep it real,
Like a nigga with no lawyer I'm ready to take a deal.
Got me feeling like Colic, cause all I do is win,
I don't practice no religion cause all I do is sin.
I don't even write it down, I'm just spittin' out what's in,
I don't celebrate for victory man all I do is grin, uhh.
Shit I ain't brag and I don't boast,
But when it come to bread fuck a slice I need a loaf,
And a little bit of toast just to keep the haters off me,
Man I do this for my city, y'all are niggas waitin' on me uhh.
Chorus:
Look into my eyes, tell me what you see,
A youngin' full of pride with attentives of a G.
I never gave a fuck what ya heard about me,
Never told, never sold, nigga this is me.
Verse 2:
Yeah, I'm a family man, don't you ever
cross that line where my family stand.
I'll send em' boys to come and get you in that family van.
Cold shooters that let it hammer like Yosemite Sam.
I'm from a hood where these niggas scared to dream at,
Fuck the money, they wanna know where the lean at,
And make em' lean back, I'm talkin fadeaway,
Mike Jordan, gettin it ain't important.
How can I forfeit, nighas makin a fortune,
Livin in fortresses, gettin in on some corporate shit.
Go hard or go home, and that's the often niche,
Same niggas I grew up with I be often with.
Small circle cause niggas will merk you,
Most of the time it's niggas that know you,
But my niggas is purple, hearted.
I seen the snakes before they even started,
Cold, and now we dearly departed.
Chorus:
Look into my eyes, tell me what you see,
A youngin' full of pride with attentives of a G.
I never gave a fuck what ya heard about me,
See real niggas come first cause we men of respect
and do what we want in these streets
and Dope boys come second cause money make the motherfucking world go round
and fly niggas come third cause he might ain't got no money
But can still pull the baddest bitch in the building
We killing these streets nigga
Treat the motherfucking Ghost like a Grand Marquis
Walk up with at least 20 deep and we order a feast
I come straight from the ghetto
I'm ballin hard as I wanna
And I'm thankful as ever that we ain't all on the corner
Got that death in the system, yeah the refs with the whistles
Cause these suckas is foul they disrespect us we hit em'
Niggas claiming they real, they wrist and neck ain't official
They got me out in the fields, the nigga back on his gristle
Going hard with them hammers my niggas all in the slammer
Niggas want catch me slippin' but I don't walk on bananas
I'm out here strapper than velcro, and no I don't sell dough
But I spit that raw shit, It's like I sell coke
Put one in your head nigga like right where the shell go
Got one in the chamber, yea we on point like an elbow
Bulletproof range when I pull it shoot thangs
Hit em close range let him feel the blue flame
Every month I buy a new car new chain
And I don't never fuck no bummy hoes that count they loose change
Real nigga come first (first) and dope boy come second (second)
Fly nigga come third and I keep birds all in my words (in my words)
I keep birds all in my words
(and them people tapping my line man that shit bad for my nerve)
Real bitches come first (first), bad bitches come second (second)
Freak bitches come third and I keep birds all in my words
I got percs all in my system and apple juice in my syrup
And these suckas talkin this money shit, y'all niggas got some nerve
I try to kick my bitches up on lay away (lay away)
And if you fuck me good you getting paid today (paid today)
That's 40 on my wrist, you caught me 80k
And I ain't got no ice in it, rollin out the light tinted
So these niggas see me (see me), sway em like graffiti (fiti)
I get what I wanna (wanna), like I own a genie (genie)
Niggas hatin on me (on me)
Know they wanna pin me at the table with my niggas,
eatin' lobster and linguine
And that pussy smell like Fiji
Boy, I'll just go swimming
Everything but foreign from the porches to the women
I'm early in the morning, with the coca, tryina flip it
Nigas say they want the money but they don't want go and get it
That's why real nigga come first (first), dope boy come second (second)
Fly nigga come third and I was out there on that curb
With mailbox so close with me, I'm picture word that I'm worth
Talkin late nights you don't play right, that kitchen wearin that work
Real nigga come first (first) and dope boy come second (second)
Fly nigga come third and I keep birds all in my words (in my words)
I keep birds all in my words
(and them people tapping my line man that shit bad for my nerve)
Real bitches come first (first), bad bitches come second (second)
Freak bitches come third and I keep birds all in my words
I got percs all in my system and apple juice in my syrup
And these suckas talkin this money shit, y'all niggas got some nerve
Shorty bad as my son is, pretty face and no stomach
Was the city's most wanted ‘til I said gimme yo number
Youngest nigga I'm stuntin', no more Civics from Honda
Money comin' in bundles, that's the reason she wanna
Lay up, lay up
Lay up, lay up
I keep a vest on my chest, to cover my heart
I'd rather fuck in the light, ‘fore I make love in the dark
Cuz she was fuckin' me right, it felt like love from the start
Was gettin' money on tour, so we was lovin' for fall
But first we go together then break up, tears drip on her makeup
Fuck all night ‘til we wake up, and like George Gervin we lay up
Cuz all them lies I made up, it's big checks no pay cut
Floor seats in Florida, Heat game vs Lakers
Shorty on my team now, it was us versus them haters
And everybody they talk bad, when they talk that she take up
She Hermes all flavors, young boy get paper
And all I know is go hard, and every time I touch that ball I go swish
She know it's gametime when I do it like that
When I pass it to her baby throw it right back
She can get the lay up, all night
She be tryna lay up, all right
And when I shoot I don't miss (don't miss),
I don't miss (don't miss)
I don't miss when I do it now
She could get the lay up, all night
She be tryna lay up, all right
Sittin' back with this paper fallin' in my lap
Feelin' isolated nothin' but them hundred stacks
When your money up tell me who you're supposed to trust
Every night a different woman, fuck your money up
My bank account in shape, I could run with Puff
I came to put you down shorty so what the fuck is up
Since I met her she can't keep that pussy off me
On the pill, I'mma kill that pussy softly
Back to back time to show you how a gangster move
Keys to the pad, talkin' infinity pools
V12's ain't a thang, time to change your name
Paper stuffed in her purse can't hear her phone ring
She know it's gametime when I do it like that
When I pass it to her baby throw it right back
She can get the lay up, all night
She be tryna lay up, all right
And when I shoot I don't miss (don't miss),
I don't miss (don't miss)
I don't miss when I do it now
She could get the lay up, all night
She be tryna lay up, all right
Homie picture me rollin', all them bitches be on me
They be fishin' for compliments, I'm just fishin' off Boca
Made a grip off them vocals, got a gift with the vocals
So much over these ??? should have been on a poster
Infatuated to say the least
He lay it weak, I lay you once you lay a week
Wale a freak, he know it doe, no go with hoes
When it come to showin', I am working with totem pole
That's head on head, she give me head, I give her glow
I'm in her body, I'm in her head like quote unquote
The coldest flow, the flyest combination was voila
Au revoir to my rivals, double M genius shotta
She know it's gametime when I do it like that
When I pass it to her baby throw it right back
She can get the lay up, all night
She be tryna lay up, all right
And when I shoot I don't miss (don't miss),
I don't miss (don't miss)
I don't miss when I do it now
She could get the lay up, all night
She be tryna lay up, all right
From the night to the morn', yeah she tryna lay
Got a freaky, freaky game and she tryna play
Couple more shots baby can you make it stay, stay up
Lay up, lay up
Might just slap the backboard, give you what you ask for
I'm gettin money, I'm balling hard
Hear them niggas hating on me cause they falling off
I'm gettin money, I'm balling hard
Hear them niggas hating on me cause they falling off
I'm gettin money, I'm balling hard
Hear them niggas hating on me cause they falling off
I ask you bitch, I'm balling here
Yeah it's my time and I a shinin like my Audemar, my Audemar
Bust down, and iced out
Just hit the switch, that bitch be shining when the light's out
Bust down, and iced out
Look at my wrist, that bitch be shining like a lighthouse
I spit a verse, that's like a point
I do a show, that's like a joint
That's like a perv, oh nigga you ain't heard
I'm in a mission like the sauto when it's gettin sterved
(Scrrt) Pull out in the Maserati,
Got them bitches looking at me like I shot somebody
I'm stacking paper, I need that droparoy
Got them trying to claim a nigga and we not Amar'e
My AP, cool as a AC
Look in the magazine, the same exact as Jay-Z (same one)
I'm getting money, nigga you straight flee
That bitch be shinin down the road, I call it KT
I'm balling in this bitch like I gets my motherfucking born day
Bout to get a swiss account so fuck bout what the forms say
I just did a hundred shows, ain't never get a tour date
MMG we winning bitch, go check what the score say
I'm gettin money, I'm balling hard
Hear them niggas hating on me cause they falling off
I ask you bitch, I'm balling hard
Yeah it's my time and I a shinin like my Audemar, my Audemar
Bust down, and iced out
Just hit the switch, that bitch be shining when the light's out
Bust down, and iced out
Dream team
The Life
(Meek Millz)
I aint no killer but don't push me
I look a nigga in his eyes tell yah if he pussy
Remembering the times the people would overlook me
The bitchs would try to play me
My future was looking shady
Wanted to be a star, they locked me behind bars
Trying to shatter my dreams
I tell you them times hard
I aint never give up
I hustled I grind hard
Put my faith in the lord I know ima shine hard
I had no choice but to win but the odds was against me
So I'm rolling through this bitch
With my 9s or my semi
My dad died when I was young so my mom would defend me
and my sister would protect me
now them main niggas respect me
I had to learn to be a man
Learn to hold my hands
Learn to work that scale, turn them ounces into grams
Learn to stack this money work till 2 and feed the fam
Now I'm the best thing since zaf cur on da lamb
I got 30 in my glock, Move and I'm squeezing
Ocean drop, In the drop Head, Like I'm dreaming,
Leaning,
Addicted to the money I'm feaning
Shit you wish you saw, I seen it at 23,
Skinny nigga, Big dreams,lota pride,
Somebody get in the way of that it's homicide,
My heart cold as melly heart when his mom died and cold
like tashima and ty when my aunt ronda died,
nigga's got fat when we starved it wasn't ramadan,
But sunny days we aint need alot of time,
So I'm like tony hawk on his skateboard I gotta grind,
What I wouldn't do for a dollar sign I don't know,
It aint bout money nigga I don't go,
Shoot him in his head now he john doe,
9 on me Ron doe,
I turn a fucking quarter ounce into a condo,
I turn the condo into a fucking (echo)Fucking
(Lou Williams)
And nock the breath out your boy, when tee got sinnest,
And I'm kind of tipsy so I'm spilling family business,
18 Lost my pop, too many years he's gone missing
My B mind gone that Alzheimer's shit ridiculous,
Bright lights and flights,
See what this life will bring to you,
Bitch's favoring my name,
See what that shit will bring to you,
The world is ice cold poncho shawn,
Show em with that flame will do,
9mm for evil he can aim too,
I seen it all before,
Seen my momma praying
Seen my b forget my name,
Seen my brothers walls cave in,
Life is but a dream to me,
Lately it's a nightmare,
Cause it's a war going on
and these niggas don't fight fare,
Ask em what the feeling like,
To see my family living right,
Proud of myself
cause my name light up these philly nights,
Gotta hope I'm living right, and sorry for the tattoos,
But if I go tonight please take care of my nephews,
(Mel Love)
I make the song cry, make it drip, make it tear,
Told you niggas from the writ,from the tear,
Every beat that I get I'ma rip I'ma tear,
In pieces like deuces Im'a be super sport coupin,
I said I'll be with the cool kids,
Chillin on some cool shit srt eigheter,
Like some scrapers on some cool shit,
I said we move shit, Eat a dick,
I dues this, They be on that goon shit,
we on that looney toons shit,
Bet I'd let that 2 spit,
Air sommin, Bet I let that 2 rip,
Tear sommin, roll me back we head hunting,
We be on that foreal a head buster,
A south sider, Product of my environment land buster,
I'll be in the newest coupe, rolling on some fruity fruit,
Shane look like juicy fruit, mixed up fruity loops,
Ayo where my boys at, squad up, Hoodie who,
Bitch you either in the circle like a Hoola Hoop,
Bitch I talk that like a en loop, Then I spit that fire,
You tire like an inter-tube, All these niggas flyers,
Call me pliers, I'll grip them dudes,
You should see how I be dipping through,
I said tell them they don't want this,
They can take a drum clip,
Candy and the powder in the package,
Like it's fun dip,
I be on that real shit, they be on that nut shit,
Cookie, Pussy boy, bubble gum shit,
1 Lou Williams)
I must be Maserati dreamin', I can't sleep at night
I wake up, I say my prayers. Thank god I live my life
I'm in a GranTurismo 2 tone
Passenger's a red bone
Whoo! She's like the carcus she can't never keep her top on
See here, I was sleeping in class missing the lessons
I was millionaire dreamin'. Fuck passing these tests
My teachers used to say I was lazy and second-guessing
Now I'm laughing at they ass, blowing cash, and countin' blessings
I understood the SATs, yeah, OK, but
What about these million dollars these luxury Benz cuts
Them Escalades on 26's them tires they thin cut
You mean to tell me??? for school lunch
I made my first mill told moms I was leaving home
Then I made 30 more god damn I was puttin' on
I used to dollar menu and spectate at the mall
But now I'm buying that bitch out, cuz shit I want it all
(Hook)
Cause I want it all
I want it all
Yeah I deserve the world cause I hustle hard
Yeah I want it all
I want it all
You know I'm on my grind cause I hustle hard
I'm in it for the money and the cars, the clothes and the hoes
The diamonds on my neck and wrist froze
Cause I want it all
Cause I want it all
2 Meek Mill)
First off where the money at
Cause I go crazy 'bout that paper I'm a money-ac
My hood prefer to walk but I be runnin' that
So far gone you would think I wasn't coming back
South D and George Kush, we ain't smoking none of that
You be puffin on that Reggie Bush (cough cough) running back
You just bought a used car, you think you gon' stunt in that
I just bought a Audemar and my shit it cost double that
Crushing that
Stuntin' is my favorite sport
Eatin' without no playing fork
On the road to riches and I ain't got no plan on taking shorts
Some people will call it greedy I just call it making sure
If I ain't got no food up on my plate then I'll be taking yours
I know what I want, I know what I'm doing
They telling me different, I know where I'm going
Fuck talkin' about it, I'll show 'em I'm doing
Progress in the night and???
(Hook)
3 Meek Mill & Lou Williams)
(Meek Mill)
Mind on my money
Money in my pocket
Thousand Benny Franks
Man you know nothin' 'bout it
That's money in the bank
He selling in my closet, winning no matter what
Losing ain't a option
I said, they ain't see my vision though
All I had to do was break it down like the vision though
They wanted that fake shit, I was on original
They ain't gonna get it for me I'mma go and get it oh
(Lou Williams)
OK a mill ain't shit
And a problem ain't either
Keep a couple of both long as I'm filling up arenas
Philly it's ice cold so punch yo heat keep the heater
Big dawg on his hip, like an old school beeper
I'm barely even legal but I'm 4 cars deep
Three houses to my name my people stealing these streets
The hell with VIP, y'all ain't gotta hide me
I'm on the dance floor shit, Meek he know where I be
[Featuring: 2 Chainz, Louie V]
[Intro:]
We just too turnt up
Turn up to the max
We be gettin to it
Do it straight like that
[Hook: x2]
We do it str8 like that, get money str8 like that
We run it str8 like that, who want it str8 like that?
[Bridge: x2]
We just too turnt up
Turn up to the max
We be gettin to it
Do it straight like that
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
DJ turn me up! Please don't turn me down
These niggas ain't hear me then, these niggas gonna hear me now
I got bad hoes in my section, these niggas wanna burn me down
So I'm gon' make it sparkle, tell the waiter come serve me now
Just Ciroc bottles and top models, all real niggas that pop bottles
I pulled up and I drop-topped, and my bad bitch just popped out
And like Alakazam! This shit way out of my hands!
And I'm with black card shawty, vroom-vroom jumpin out of that Lamb
Well damn, it's YSL in my shirt, fly as hell off Earth
Y'all niggas smoking on dirt, I'm on probation poppin on Perc
We sippin that lean, the fuck y'all mean
My money so long and my bitch so mean
We smokin on strong and I'm with my team
And We turned up, got your bitch tryna fuck
[Hook x2]
[Bridge x2]
[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
All I do is turn up, I'm about to show y'all
Early bird get the worm, I'm up way before y'all
I don't even know y'all, riding with the doors off
Fuck her on the lean, then I fucking doze off!
The dope man is my role model, I had a TV on top of my floor model
That bitch would show, fiends used to smoke dope out the antenna
Closet full of amphibians, aim at it and hit it
Difference between me and your girl: my girl, ass thicker
Life sentence my trunk, real niggas respect it
Dumb charm on my necklace, stupid watch on my left wrist
I ain't have a lot so I brag a lot, when I got a lot, I pop a lot
I bought a drop, bought some pussy, get head in the parking lot
My rhyme style's unorthodox, my weed stank no Tic-Tac
Asking me where I get that, Gucci sat on my flip flap!
Paint job cost 10 stacks, rims cost me another ten
So tell a friend to tell a friend to tell a friend to tell a friend
[Hook x2]
[Bridge x2]
[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
Straight like that nigga, straight like that
No birthday get cake like that
And I ball hard niggas hate like that
Cause I drop that work, come straight right back like whoa
I peeled off in the Bent, came straight right back in a Rolls
Peeled off with ya bitch, came straight right back with y'all
Nigga we share that bitch, 10 big chains I don't wear that shit
Big Glock 9, I air that shit
And a big V12, I steer that shit like skurrrt
And they be like word, I'm with a bad bitch, but I wouldn't wife her
My neck all froze and my wrist like burr
And my shit so cold, I'm a need a light fur
We turned up to the max, turned up on them racks
Got shorty all on that pole and she gon turn up for these stacks
Cause I'm ballin, like Spalding
My wrist flooded, New Orleans
And I'm shittin on 'em, no toilet
And no referee, I called it
[Hook x2]
One Night I prayed to God
I asked could he please remove the enemies from my life
And before you know it I started losing friends
Somebody who you're around wants to clip
your wings and shoot you down
But its okay to keep enemies close
As long as you know,
just make sure you know who you're around
Y'all was like my brothers
I considered y'all as folks
And I remember nights sipping liquor making toasts
Talking about the life, trying to get it slinging dope
Niggas say I changed, but you niggas changed first
And fuck all this money nigga, we was fam first
Looking at me ballin, know that instagram hurt
Cuz you was supposed to be that nigga in that damn ghost
I would have rolled for you even in the same herse
Same cemetary, burry me in the same dirt
We had a plan, but I guess it ain't work
"B.H we straight," that was the motto my nigga
I got rich first, you was supposed to follow my nigga
I'm gone
Somebody who you're around wants to clip
your wings and shoot you down
But its okay to keep enemies close
As long as you know,
just make sure you know who you're around
And Dat Nigga Lil
Shit I can't believe you (not you)
That's what that syrup and that weed do?
And when I came home I tried to feed you
And every song I was yellin free you (Free Dat Nigga Lil)
And if you bled I was down to bleed too
Now when I ride by I breeze through
I don't even stop, ain't a need to
And you the one that left nigga, I ain't leave you
Shit got realer, niggas got richer
I said the money train coming, niggas missed it
I even tried to spin back around to come and get you
But niggas wanted more from me then my own sister
Somebody who you're around wants to clip
your wings and shoot you down
But its okay to keep enemies close
As long as you know,
just make sure you know who you're around
They want more than my mother
More than Omelly, and that nigga like my brother
Greedy motherfucker
Crazy thing about it, I don't hate em, I still love em
I might have said things, I never said fuck em
But I'm a live my life, get the money, ball hard
Still sending earned money for his calling cards
Rick ain't complaining, he got life behind bars
And he still calling me, bet you he ain't calling y'all
Cuz none of y'all niggas ain't send him shit yet
None of y'all niggas send him pics yet
I'm still writing money orders, sending big checks
And remember when it rains, niggas get wet
Gone
Somebody who you're around wants to clip
your wings and shoot you down
But its okay to keep enemies close
As long as you know,
just make sure you know who you're around
I still love niggas
But its like we just grew apart
If you don't grind, you don't shine
Half my niggas still around, and we all shining hard
[Intro: Meek Mill]
Young niggas gettin money
and we don't owe yo niggas shit
I'm from Philly nigga
we come from the bottom
come from nothin
and niggas got the nerve to ask me why Im stuntin?
huh?
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
I'da sip Ciroc with Diddy
drunk Spade with Hov
in the vip with a 40
with some badass hoes
had my grip on my forty
still was at that stove
the same night word got cooked half that sold pyrex and a triple beam
like Mr. King had a dream we aint miss a thing
talkin dirty to these niggas with my listerine
If I was there you know we ball Mr. clean
im talkin LIV Sunday blowin hella racks
just gettin right cause in my life I been from Hell and back
I'm just that nice and I don't write so you can tell em that
I'm just makin up for nice when I was sellin crack
on the corner in the cold trying to sling them O's
and half my niggas in the city went against the code
them niggas cold still partying them niggas bold
but I'm like fuck it Im young and gettin it them niggas old
take a walk up to that mirror boy and take a look at yourself
you see a kid all nigga just looking for help
and every night I'm in the studio killin myself
a lot of niggas hatin on me now cause Im feelin myself
fuck em though
they screaming be humble, boy be humble
but aint nobody say that when my stomach used to rumble
looked in a cell when I saw my dreams crumble
now I'm out here buzzin you can here the bee's bumble
[Bridge: Buordan]
Seen some things that cant be told
I was told these roads were pure as gold
I never told I never sell my my soul
I just went at every thing I dove
[Hook: Guordan]
Nobody's going back to da bottom
Nobody's going to da bottom
I can't be every nigga role model
I cant go back to the bottom
[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Niggas gettin high
just to take the pain away
when I'm just gettin by a couple million for a rainy day
off season but I practice like I got a game today
and everybody aint gon make it out its genesay
feeling like Mike before the fade away
I'm like should I take the shot? or let it fade away?
and all this love I'm getting aint gon take the hate away
but these haters motivate me in a crazy way
aint no I in team
from what I've seen every man for himself
well, until I intervene I put my niggas on
paper we swarm paper like lions when they smell blood
when dream shatters they sell love like cocaine
or heroin from heroin I'm Cobain
I'm blowing up I did my own thing
they want my soul and my body for a little chain
I'm dancing with the luminati call it Soul Train
nigga
[Bridge]
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
Yeah, Last night I forgot to pray for shit that I got today
the devil ran the corner and the reaper a block away
its body after body very few its finer way
you got right for the hook like you stickin Dr. J
my defensive is like three fences and a brick wall
I get soft every time we go against ya'll
I'm on guard play the point like I'm Chris Paul
you get cross like hey I did mine for this ball
for this rock you get shot big dog
cause in this game we shootin metal like its pin ball
I put this mac to your face like lip gloss
and do you right and put you on ice like Lindros
nigga
[Hook]
[Verse 4: Meek Mill]
I started with a dollar and a dream
and I'm willing to go and get it by any means
I cant be every nigga role model
why nobody my role model
I got my own son and race
and my life is very precious
and my son expect me to walk through that door every night
so any nigga try and stop my shine gotta get it
all my niggas out to get it
and we aint never goin back to the bottom
none of my niggas
I hear everybody talkin
he spending too much money be humble
man fuck all that
who was talkin when I was dead broke starvin huh?
ay Guttta, what these niggas talkin huh?
It's D.C. double M, G
We been jumped out the barrel on your crab ass niggas
you heard me?
See most of y'all sucka ass niggas
wouldn't last a week in my hood if you was broke
And wouldn't last a day if you had money
I seen grown men cry, grown men die,
for the love of that money
In God we trust!
My trigger finger itchin', Palms itchin' too
We back-to-back in ghosts, playin' peek-a-boo
We went to war with Sosa over a brick or two
So for a hundred ki's, think what my clique could do
I'm talkin' clappin' toasts, bullets'll hit your roof
They hit his body he went in shock, no Pikachu
Niggas ain't bout it they talkin' but really pick and choose
We on our second strike, we ain't got shit to lose
All my niggas is felons, all you niggas is tellin'
Sold your soul to them people, they gon' get you to sell it
They gon' get you to move it, they gon' get you a buick
They gon' get you a wire, like niggas gon' use it
You gon' tell on your brothas, what a lame homie
I got a bullet with your name on it, and a full clip I autographed
Kids cryin' at the viewing, I guess it was upset
We done went to war with the realest, shot it out with the best
Talkin' high-end gorillas, banana clips make a mess
I seen young niggas cry, I seen young niggas fold
I seen young niggas die because a young nigga told
For the love of the money, for the love of the money
For the love of the money, love of the money
Man, them young niggas hungry, for the love of the money
I seen real niggas cry, I seen real niggas hit
I seen real niggas die, cuz a real nigga snitch
In God we trust
Lotta niggas act Tony-like
Told them deez everything you heard but that's your homie right
But he got killers lurkin' outside at your home tonight
They gon' hit the crib and kill the kids, oh that's Kony right
Oh that's Kony-like, everybody bleed
Cuz he come out in 2060, Christmas Eve
First time he went to prison he ain't get to leave
Feds takin' pictures, niggas is rats, you should say cheese
Once a local dude, shit the fire now
Never ever spit a rap but he got bars now
I'm talkin fed time, yard up, yard down
Baby mama can't pay the bills, shit is hard now
How that make you feel, you should pay them bills
MA spittin in them trays when they make yo' meal
Niggas shittin' out them packs just to take them pills
And his baby mama brought em in, boy this shit is real
Niggas turn to Muslim, niggas turn to Christian
They gave him life, he try'n appeal it, got him on a mission
His homies ain't learn, they still in the kitchen
They firin' bullshit, that coka ain't swimmin'
It's coming up short, no food on the fork
Niggas is catchin' cases, niggas is goin' to court
He done slaved in the field, you the one on the porch
With the gun in your hand, try and run with the man
We done went to war with the realest, shot it out with the best
Talkin' high-end gorillas, banana clips make a mess
I seen young niggas cry, I seen young niggas fold
I seen young niggas die because a young nigga told
For the love of the money, for the love of the money
For the love of the money, love of the money
Man, them young niggas hungry, for the love of the money
I seen real niggas cry, I seen real niggas hit
I seen real niggas die, cuz a real nigga snitch
In God we trust
Hey look, I'ma tell you like this
If you in school nigga, stay in school
If you got a job nigga, stay at work
If you a family man, stay with your muhfuckin' family nigga
Cuz this shit ain't meant for everybody dawg
Everybody talk that shit, until they get caught up in some real shit
And then they start talkin' that shit
We done went to war with the realest, shot it out with the best
Talkin' high-end gorillas, banana clips make a mess
I seen young niggas cry, I seen young niggas fold
I seen young niggas die because a young nigga told
For the love of the money, for the love of the money
For the love of the money, love of the money
Man, them young niggas hungry, for the love of the money
I seen real niggas cry, I seen real niggas hit
I seen real niggas die, cuz a real nigga snitch
See when I do joints like this?
I do it for the youngin in the ghetto
That train will never hear this story cause he ain't gonna make it to tell it
So you know what's crazy
I went to court the other day, the D.A. say she hate me
How you gonna hate me when me and Lou just took 20 racks and put coats on them kids backs?
It's 30 degrees outside
24, how could I ask for more?
I got my deals, was gettin' real, I'm makin' cash fo' sure
Stuntin' every chance I get because I had it poor
But every time I go to sleep I hear the devil at my door
And I'm on them paper so them courts are goin' back and forth
Dealin with probation, man they all said I'd be back for sure
Minds is turned to zombies from that raw because it's crack the law
You wonder why them babies runnin' crazy 'stead of clappin' off
Gettin' life before they get pussy
Cause ain't nobody love 'em so they lives get tooken
Locked in cages, having fighting over cookies
And much strange, is happy them days ain't never killed 'em
Yea I remember, it was a hot December
Niggas die on top of winter cause them kids need them toys
Well Santa Claus don't see them boys
Them see the girls around here, there's Jack boys down stairs
No man with the big bag just man with the big gat
Try and take your shit back cause he feel the world owe Em
And his daughter want a Barbie bike for Christmas, he gon show up
That the love is there, no mother there
Just her and little brother there
We wash our pain with Belvedere and use the drugs they brung us here
We get high to get by
Hotdogs no ribeyes with tears drip from red eyes
Is what ends don't meet the damn lies
The D.A. said she hate me but I don't understand
When I just rock the show in front of 50.000 fans
I think that bitch racist, she probly in a clan
She take her pain out on me but she probly need a man
I took my mom from public housin', put it in the Styx
We came a long way from welfare and gettin wic
That shit just made me hungry
And now we gettin' rich and all these niggas gettin' sick
I know they wanna get me here cause I'm Ballin
Yea, cause I'm Ballin
It's like sometimes I always gotta let these type jointd go man, just speakin' to the streets
And bitch said she hate me
I felt some time away about that
Last night we just came out giving 2-300 pair of shoes to the schools
To the girls' and the boys' basketball teams
How you hate me?
You hate me cause I'm doin' I'm supposed to do and I got that money and I'm makin more money than you?
Well, bitch you can hate me for that
[Featuring: Travis Scott]
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Stepping of of that lear, diamonds on me so clear
Dime hoes that I share, y'all couldn't go near
I say, pussy nigga I dare, you try and reached and get aired
You fuck around and get checked, doctor pump your chest like clear
Yea my niggas ball all year, y'all niggas so square (lame)
And all my niggas so live, why the fuck would I care
When that Lambo flow by, y'all suckas gon' stare
And all them haters gon' hate, fuck them, cause all them hoes gon' cheer
Yea my might life and my bite life got a bad bitch and she tight and nice
Cause I'm countin green in my money machine, that bitch sound like I typewrite
Hustle hard in that daytime but I ball off in that night life
My chain lit with them black stones, but they shine hard as yo white ice
Cause yo shit fake and yo shit late, no birthday but I get cake
Lame nigga yo album ain't fucking with my mixtape
Nigga smoking that Cali kush, that shit strong no lift weights
I tell niggas don't watch me while time tick on that big face
[Hook x2: Meek Mill]
Young nigga I get it, young nigga I get it
Neck full of that gold, gold Rollie go with it
Gold H on my belt, phone full of gold diggers
Sipping gold bottles of Spade, tell them hoes go figure
[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
Wake me up and I'm snoring, choking over whole gang of chains
She slept over the morning, a nigga ain't good with this naming game
Ain't need you fucking me over, pyramids on my pinky ring
And we dipping out, she pulling in, I guess she get the hang of things
So what up (what up), I told her shut the fuck up
When I run my mouth diamonds falling out, I guess that bitch done nut up
Crazy thing about it, her best friend is riding shotty
I knocked her down in her 'Rari, then drove off on Ducatti
Holy mother Mary, guess who hitting my Berry
A pair of double D's, I guess she out in Paris
Damn Tony them cantaloupes, fuck about getting Mary
She said her ex was Larry, but fuck that nigga Larry
Damn this shit is scary, I thought I seen the fairy
Fucking with that white milk, just might call it dairy
Ride around just me and Meek, a couple dimes and that's 20
Sit behind while we pull around, we might blind with canaries
[Featuring: Wale, Big Sean]
[Hook:]
Girl I know you got a man, and you so in love with him
But can I get a dance? Maybe a little loving
Slim girl if I took you home, I wonder, I wonder
Maybe I was wondering
I wonder if I took you home
Would you still be in love baby?
Cause I need you tonight
I wonder if I took you home
Would you still be in love baby?
Cause I need you tonight
(Tell your man you'll see him next week, cause we gone)
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
I say Maserati stance, get it we disappearing
I tell her cut off the phones, there's nothing to interfere
She follow my every order do anything that I dare
I'm giving her everything so all my neighbors can hear it
Scream to her making her fiend more
We be making a movie they thinking it's Scream 4
Got that from [?] Jeezy and then I put Dean on
I'm 7 looking like Heaven, I love when them jeans on
We rolling get your chick stolen
Stand up paper I can't even fold it
Old bread baby, my money be moldy
Every time I'm going down it's nothing but roses, yeah
I was just on the money, never was on hoes
I told shorty play her part like some corn rows
And maybe you could get a Neiman Marcus wardrobe
I'm talking tearing down the mall when the stores close
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Wale]
Dub A.L.E. you know I'm in the house
I'm going on whatever shorty point them bitches out
They love me up top, I'm important in the South
I could talk them into drinking and then talk them out of a blouse
Look, wild youngin, brown drinking and loud loving
Living in a moment shawty it's now or never
I'm in a 911, this shit is rented though
But how I'm whippin' this muthafucka you never know
Shout out my brother Meek, O Melly what it do?
We trying to find how many bitches could fit in the coupe
She addicted to bags, I'm addicted to shoes
You could buy em for me, he can buy em for you
Word. Wale Folarin
Young'un Supreme SB's, I'm a star in this muthafucka
Raw in this muthafucka, Vuitton a nigga's duffle
John Doe flow: got a car in this muthafucka
Woop! Park the Caddy in the living room
He ain't talking about no paper we don't listen to him
I try to love 'em in the physical not literal
After I'm a hit it gotta give a little nigga room!
A little space! I gotta breathe
We blew enough trees, you gotta leaf!
No Days Off, me and Meek
Young gunner, Rock Boys, double MG!
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Big Sean]
Man I like my drinks high, my lights low
And I'm stacking paper like trifolds
'Til my momma neighbors them white folks
'Til my account triple O, oh, triple o, oh
Man the bank teller thought it was a typo
I've got loose girls in tight clothes
Man, that dance floor look perfect
Only thing it's missing is Michael
Twerk that shit, berserk that shit
Finally Famous ho, I deserve that shit
Put syrup on top, I dessert that shit
Then afterwards I'm gone, I desert that shit
B.I.G. lil bitch!
Ugh, Lord forgive me for my sins
I was chasin' ends
And I'm into makin' money. I ain't in to making friends cause
These niggas rattin', I ain't finna take a chance
Homie said he bout that action and grab me and take a stand
Say loyalty make a man, got a homie and he told
I don't even shake his hand, I don't even crack a smile
Newance is a child, man this game so wild,
But niggas made vows to a code I never break
Ridin' in the heavy weight
Never on time, when I show up, I be ready late
Niggas got fat while we starved they already ate
And I'm trying to get full, masks on clips full
If he got the money we attack him like a pitbull
We sellin' up, we sellin' hard like it's a brick store
On my dick nigga, that's what I thought your chick for
You pissed off, I only deal with the big dogs
Could've bought a Maybach before I signed with Rick Ross
That's the reason that I'm turnin' up
Doin' donuts while these haters got these niggas burnin' up
Niggas want to murder us, this label want me purpula
You ain't talkin' money to me I need a interpreter
Cause I can't understand that, money rubber band that
Take off in my city, and your city where I land at
When I'm in your town forty rounds in my damn strap
And I'll be on my way
And I'll be on my way
And I'll be on my way
And I'll be on my wa-ay
And I'll be on my way
And I'll be on my way
And I'll be on my way
And I'll be on my wa-ay
Look, I'mma give you a tip
Never let nobody tell you what you can be
They told me I couldn't
But I bet they told Obama he couldn't be the president either
On my way
On my way
World tour, with 10.000 miles per hour
Tryna make it to the top from the bottom
On my way
On my way
On my way
I see them fans, everywhere I go I spot ‘em
Nigga, leave with me so you know I got ‘em
On my way
I look in the mirror
What do I see?
Like the letter after 8, the more I could be
Bein' a winner, that's all I could see
Give me the ball, bet I score, null 8 A.D.
Winnin' the bet, I was rain and fallin' asleep
I had to slit it 50/50, not all in the streets
Whether reppin' and treppin'
Whether treppin' and reppin'
I was makin' them had to win dreams and makin' it reppin'
I was makin' some magic like some magician and rabbit
My position was heavy but I insisted I had it
I insisted I'd get it for me, my mom and my sister
... grindin' and winnin'
And it's just the beginnin'
On my way
On my way
On my way
World tour, with 10.000 miles per hour
Tryna make it to the top from the bottom
On my way
On my way
On my way
I see them fans, everywhere I go I spot ‘em
Nigga, leave with me so you know I got ‘em
On my way
I had a basketball dream they deflated
I wasn't good as Michael Jordan so they faded
God do me my hand and I displayed it
Gave me a king of diamonds, I flip me a ace of spades
And that's blackjack and bed scraps
Soon to be the great as I sat back and tack that
Did it for the haters
Man, I did it like the Lakers
Kobe and Philipp Johnson
I'm independent as ever, them labels is still askin'
I didn't believe they believed in me
Cuz where I'm from they all believed with me
So this the song I say
Yea, I be on my way
Yea, I be
On my way
On my way
World tour, with 10.000 miles per hour
Tryna make it to the top from the bottom
On my way
On my way
On my way
I see them fans, everywhere I go I spot ‘em
Nigga, leave with me so you know I got ‘em
On my way
On my way
On my way
On my way
On my way
On my way
On my way
[Chorus]
Kickin shit like it's FIFA, ballin like Derek Jeter,
smoking weed like it's legal, and we don't order
tequila.
10 bottles of Rozay [4x]
Flexxin Sunday through Monday, Throwing up hella money
pockets full of them hundreds, catch me inside of Onyx
10 bottles of Rozay [4x]
[Quez]
10 bottles of Rosey, takin shots like we kobe, just
bought a new bezel, put it on top mi roley
Niggas sayin they ballin, them niggas they gotta show
me, them bitches want my bottle tell them hoes they
gotta blow me
Them other bitches is boring, them niggas ain't
important, they Louie's that you wearing they cost the
same as my Jordan's
I be laughin at niggas, cause the shit be so funny, why
niggas be gettin mad, why don't you get some money
nigga
Goons with me got you niggas runnin nigga
Sparkles got this bitch lookin sunny nigga
And to think I'm a nigga from the GAT. I'm a boss I'm
the one that sign the checks fuck nigga.
[Chorus]
Kickin shit like it's FIFA, ballin like Derek Jeter,
smoking weed like it's legal, and we don't order
tequila.
10 bottles of Rozay [4x]
Flexxin Sunday through Monday, Throwing up hella money
pockets full of them hundreds, catch me inside of Onyx
10 bottles of Rozay [4x]
[Ali]
You know I'm hella paid, you know I'm hella straight.
Ciroq and lemonade, I drink it everday.
I'm in the VIP them hoes keep hollin out they thirsty,
I told the waitress bring me "10 bottles of Rozay"
10 bottles of water, hurry up with my order. When 3
o'clock hit imma be leavin with someone's daughter.
Chillin out here in Florida, say she from bora bora,
say she wanted to fuck me just cause I'm in Travis
Porter.
Damn that was so easy, all of these hoes so easy,
starstruck when she see me she said she seen me on TV.
Said she bought all my CD's, want me to sign her
titties, ask what she doin later she say she comin to
see me.
"We kickin shit like its FIFA", beat that pussy like
speakers, said she don't wanna fuck me, don't wanna
fuck you either.
Keep askin for tequila but "we don't order tequila",
and when I'm in the club I ball like Trevor Ariza.
[Chorus]
Kickin shit like it's FIFA, ballin like Derek Jeter,
smoking weed like it's legal, and we don't order
tequila.
10 bottles of Rozay [4x]
Flexxin Sunday through Monday, Throwing up hella money
pockets full of them hundreds, catch me inside of Onyx
10 bottles of Rozay [4x]
[Meek Mill]
Kick it like Janikowski , Flexxin in my new Audi,
bitches they wanna fuck me, haters they talkin bout me.
I be gettin this money, diamonds they never cloudy I'm
sippin all on this purple it got me I'm feelin drowsy
yeaa.
All my bitches Halle Barry bad NIGGA!
I don't do the credit straight cash NIGGA!
Was broker than a joke but now I laugh NIGGA!
50 Racks you callin that a stash NIGGA!
You owe paper. Fuck nigga I blow paper
You show paper, I know paper. I'm spendin like I grow
paper
I'm spendin that on the road paper, I don't touch my
bank account
My neck cost me 100 racks and my wrist cost me the same
amount
10 bottles of rozay, killin these bitches like OJ
Yall niggas on crab shit, I should sprinkle some old
bait
Weather man he seen my jewels he said it might be a
cold day
I'm ballin hard and you on the bench yall sucka niggas
get no play
[Chorus]
Kickin shit like it's FIFA, ballin like Derek Jeter,
smoking weed like it's legal, and we don't order
tequila.
10 bottles of Rozay [4x]
Flexxin Sunday through Monday, Throwing up hella money
pockets full of them hundreds, catch me inside of Onyx
10 bottles of Rozay [4x]
[Strap]
We kickin shit no soccer ball. These niggas broke no
gwap at all.
I'm sittin high, too tall you don't know me and I don't
know yall
Yo click full of them scary people, we ball hard like
Derek Jeter.
I'm in Onyx. I'm throwin money, cant believe I'm havin
fun with them dead people.
Fuck what ya heard we don't love them hoes.
True Religions them my old clothes. 10 bottles of that
red shit, in the VIP with a red bitch
I'm high as fuck I cant see. My blunts long they lanky.
My diamonds goin crazy from my earrings to my pinky.
Shake the bottle up pop it on lil mama. Bank account
got stupid commas.
Check me out smokin marijuana, don't even choose if you
like the drama.
Louie V all around my waist, naked hoes all around my
face need a million up on the plate, fuck the haters
imma stack the cake.
[Chorus]
Kickin shit like it's FIFA, ballin like Derek Jeter,
smoking weed like it's legal, and we don't order
tequila.
10 bottles of Rozay [4x]
Flexxin Sunday through Monday, Throwing up hella money
pockets full of them hundreds, catch me inside of Onyx
All I talk about is money
Cause that's all I know
I gotta a bad bitch in my Chevy
Sellin Miley Cyrus in my brand new Monte Carlo
I got that Justin Bieber please believe it
A quarter million hangin' on my collar
A half a million in my duffle bag (duffle bag)
Now I'm riding in my Cadillac (Cadillac)
Hammers and the fucking vogues
I'm ridin' clean and I'm fuckin hoes (hah)
Okay I woke up this morning, tryna get this money
Ya'll niggas was yawning and I'd made it by 20
I got young boys on that corner, I call what you got for me
He say I done moved the whole thing, couple rocks all I got on me
I say yeah nigga it's go, he say yeah nigga we on
I said I be on my way, break a brick down in our zones
And I got work, I got work
And I got pills, and I got purp
And I got goons that's on my team
And they gon' kill like I got murked
If I say so, and I say go
And they go ham, and I lay low
I drop that work off in that toaster
I let go of my eggo
And this for sale nigga
28 grams on my scale nigga
Come and get it all
I gotta a bad bitch in my Chevy
Sellin Miley Cyrus in my brand new Monte Carlo
I got that Justin Bieber please believe it
A quarter million hangin' on my collar
A half a million in my duffle bag (duffle bag)
Now I'm riding in my Cadillac (Cadillac)
Hammers and the fucking vogues
I'm ridin' clean and I'm fuckin hoes (hah)
Hold on wait a minute
You got the realest and the richest niggas in the building
Feel me?
Whole nigga won't knock you off
Hate the way a nigga love to ball
Art of war, common law
Straight killer thats mama fault
Dope boy in my DNA
Straight chips, Fritolay
8 clips, ay Jose
Hector my amigo straight
Don't want no beef, I may crack your taco
I'm screaming rest in peace, Griselda Blanco
I got that Justin Bieber please believe it
I ate that pussy can you keep a secret
Benzo on 4's nigga, countin' all my hoes nigga
That's all I knows nigga, that's all y'all hosed nigga
I gotta a bad bitch in my Chevy
Sellin Miley Cyrus in my brand new Monte Carlo
I got that Justin Bieber please believe it
A quarter million hangin' on my collar
A half a million in my duffle bag (duffle bag)
Now I'm riding in my Cadillac (Cadillac)
Hammers and the fucking vogues
I'm ridin' clean and I'm fuckin hoes (hah)
I'm ridin' clean, I'm fucking hoes
I'm fuckin' hoes, I'm ridin' clean
Niggas sellin' that China white
Fuck around with that Yao Ming
Bad bitch and she talk dirty
Talk dirty, her mouth clean
I was sellin' that white shit
Ya'll niggas have boy scout dreams
Spend eighty-thou on my Rolly
Young nigga ball like Kobe
Riding round me and Chino
And my young nigga Goldie
Limo thats my Rolly
Two-eleven on yo bitch
Turn yo ass she stole it
My neck look like a light show
My pocket, they need lipo
I stand tall, no Eiffel
And them goons go wherever I go
Ya'll niggas pussy like dike hoes
All we know is get paid nigga
I ball hard like Lebron James
And Rozay D-wade nigga
I gotta a bad bitch in my Chevy
Sellin Miley Cyrus in my brand new Monte Carlo
I got that Justin Bieber please believe it
A quarter million hangin' on my collar
A half a million in my duffle bag (duffle bag)
Now I'm riding in my Cadillac (Cadillac)
Hammers and the fucking vogues
[Intro: Meek Mill]
See its brackets nigga
Them hoes ain't fucking you cuz you ain't in that bracket nigga
Learn life, its levels to this shit young boy
Ay O you feel me
[Hook: Meek Mill]
Lil nigga we don't rock the same clothes, fuck the same hoes
Cuz its levels to this shit
Lil nigga we don't drive the same whips, we don't fuck the same chicks
Cuz its levels to this shit
Lil nigga we don't get the same paper, you a motherfuckin' hater
Boy its levels to this shit
Lil nigga cuz its levels to this shit
Lil nigga cuz its levels to this shit
Oh lord
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Cuz its levels to this shit, levels to this shit
Can't fuck my ho cuz its levels to this bitch
And I be rocking prada like a devil in this bitch
And a Birkin bag like a gold medal to this bitch
And I'm heavy as it get
Shining like a motherfuckin' bezel on my wrist
All my niggas mobbing so we heavy in this bitch
30 grand for the Muller that's a Chevy on my wrist
Cocaine, most saying, young nigga blowing up - Kurt Cobain
Skating on them like I'm Lil Wayne
And this 458 don't do the lil lane - vroom
Swerve on 'em, niggas gotta nerve on 'em
Cuz I heard the feds got 'em and he had them birds on 'em
But a nigga back home and now niggas roll wit him
Caught a case what you think, nigga fucking told on 'em
I ain't get my shit snatched yet
You ain't get your bitch back yet
One call, niggas aim that tech
Blood drawn, headshot nigga brains on step
Hot shit if you pop shit
And I don't want your opinion if you ain't got shit
We young niggas, we winning I pull up, drop shit
Mob shit, with more keys than a locksmith
[Hook: Meek Mill]
[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Damn Tommy you ain't got no job
DC, we the motherfuckin' mob
Young nigga getting straight to the money
In a range with your honey, I pull up like ahh
I make them power moves with Jay and them
Them boys shooting don't play with them
Maybach, Rozay and them
Rolling down Collins call Rugs hit the A with them
Compound niggas live now
If its the finals I'm balling like I'm LeBron now
I call up Odyssey tell them bitches to calm down
I treat the jet like a taxi way the way I'm flying around
And I don't fuck with no niggas
If they don't fuck with my niggas
And I ain't fucking no bitches
If they fucking my niggas
[Hook: Meek Mill]
[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
One time for the real niggas
Two times for the bad bitches
Y'all suckas be cuffing hoes
Cuz y'all suckas never had bitches
I hit the dealer bought another Rolls
That's the reason why you mad nigga
That's the reason why you hating on me
I love balling, my bad nigga
Cuz its levels to this shit
Levels to this shit
Can't fuck my ho cuz its levels to this bitch
Cuz its levels to this bitch
And a Birkin bag like a gold medal to this bitch
Lord, lord, lord, lord, hold up
Boy I swear to god I make her fuck the whole click
Click, click, click, click
Sittin on the back while she sucking on my dick
Dick, dick, dick, dick
Boy I got a hunned cash right here on my wrist
Wrist, wrist, wrist
Started from the bottom now a nigga getting rich
I ain't lookin at your bitchass
I'm looking at your bitch's ass
I fuck her fame and soul and put that dick up in her rich ass
Prolly eat the puss tell that hoe that I don't kiss ass
And everytime I'm rollin, it's 200 hunned on the
Did that, serious, fuck her fast and furious
She tellin all her homies now, them bitches actin curious
These niggas catch a lil case ask curious
And when the cops ask em, they tell em like siri do
Get it, iPhone, face time
Last time I had your bitch we had a great time
I'm back in philly but I'm still on that la time
My flow so crazy, just the way I ride the base loud
The nigga I go in, these niggas ain't got no win
Bad bitches I be with they lookin like they modelin
Perks in my tron got me stone like a goblin
Mad rappers mking diss records I'm like try again
Please nigga you should take a knee nigga
Before them shots hit your body make you fall e nigga
Like it's september, thanking my daddy I'm a
I ain't lookin at you bitches, cause I feel none of you bitches
I ain't checkin for you niggas, I ain't worried bout you niggas
And my shit be kinda major, like I'm balling for the majors
Got 2 chains around my neck, you could see I do it different
She so bad but she go so hoe, chick got room when I got that ball
Too 3d, but you can't see me
You can't stick lee cause I want it hard
The shit goes swish, and you know I did it for the win
And yeah I killed this check but fuck that shit I'ma do it again
Do it again just to quinch they thirst
If you dive in put your face in first
I make em lick it, and yeah my girls ball hard like I make em click it
And then they see the body, see that that shit ridiculouus
Man like fuck lee, I scream right back like fuck you too
If you want the beef first you gotta get through my crew
That's to y'all lame nasty see
Name one chick who could fuck with me
Hold up, yeah I say, name on chick who could fuck with me
If you talking shit, just be careful what come out your mouth
Aroma something right, make your boyfriend pay to smell it
he put his face in, he like fuck your government, that shit amazing
Yeah I'm talking me, yeah I'm talking me
Yeah I'm talking lay low chainlil p
Murda on every track, ferg a lil p
I'm talking bout rose too, we reppin with mmg
Cruising to south beach, in a california ferarri
Shine brighter than california, my jewelry it's extra gardi
Peep the way I maneuver, she says I'm smooth as a body
So she gave me her number, I fucked her after the party
Man I'm living life, I might do that tonight
Met them bottles of rose, the waitress put em on ice
Sparkles all in my section man I could give a light
Man my niggas be stuntin like chaino were born to bite
Yes sir, the dreamchasers
We blowin money fast like we never seen papers
Now I got these new relatives
And everybody callin
All of a sudden this shit started
I tell em talk about some money but they never talking
But I'ma go and get it till they put me in the coffin
It's funny now that they callin me the shit
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Versace, Versace
Its killers, real niggas that's all in my posse (shooters)
I'm getting so rich that they making up rumors that I'm illuminati (rich)
Just me and my niggas we killin' these bitches, go body for body (murder)
These suckers be hating, they praying to God that I don't cop a Bugatti
Hold up, drop the top on the Rari
Pull in the club and I'm stopping the party
Hold up, got bitches on bitches
They poppin' on molly's I'm prolly at Follies with PeeWee and Tip
Of course I went Lu
I did everything that I said I would do
I really won't tell you that I'm better than you
But we're not on the same level as you
Cause the G55 got a hell of a view
Regular niggas make regular moves
With ya regular bitch and ya regular crew
And you nigga still smokin on regular too? Like word?
What a shame, my nigga
Louboutin blood like Game, my nigga
Get left tryna aim, my nigga
Like Saddam Hussein, my nigga
I'm whippin' this brand new machine
Hundred bands in my jeans
Call your bitch Barry Sanders
She done ran through the team
I got hoes out the D
They playing on the team
Do anything for me
I mix that xan with the lean
Hold up, let me get it back
Versace, Versace
I'm gettin' this money, I'm stackin' my broccoli (racks)
I'm running my city
You might gotta pay me if you land on my property (tax)
I bought the boardwalk and I parked on the ave
Shit, my life's like monopoly
You caught a new case and you got outta jail
Boy, you look like a cop to me
(feat. Nitty)
Yeaaa hahaha uhuh conway
Is this a flamer?
Yea szir
I got Black- with me, Nitty ha!
Listen I'm a ball till I fall
Spit it lik I did it
Ride til I die with my finger on the trigger
I ain't never had nothing
I'm a get it how I'm living
Crackers wanna sit me down cause I'm a stand up ni**a
Check! I be on the block with it
Tray pound blocking it
Better shoot all in the ni**a face like - swish!
Got ya main b***h on my d**k nd she be riding it
She tell me that your f*** game suspect
Tired of it
I don't even let her suck me off
I let her polish it
She be lolly poppin it
Head shot bobbing it
But back to these dirty streets
Where these niggas on some rotton s**t
Gorrilaz with banana clips
You ont wanna collide with it
Ummm
If a nigga got beef
Tell em don't go rap bout it
Tell em meet me in the streets
Cause he kno that's where I'm at
Seven days up out the week
24 hours a day
I'm in the track I'm never sleep
I'm a east side rider
Willadel solider
Toldya ni**as out my range like rover
Hold up
Grind lik brakes with no roaders
Big boy shit
Wake a ni**a up
Fooled yas
My team pro
Mephazine soda
We boss sip
Lean ride rolla
We all get green got yolla
Got pur by the pound haze
Fluffy like ya sofa
That's how we move it
Like ain't nothin to it
Get to work bust it down and run right through it
Some say I spit retarded lik I'm stupid
If it's bout a check
Weeknights then just do it
[Chorus:]
I'm a ball till I fall
Spit it like I did it
Ride till I die
Trigger on my figger
I ain't never had nothing
I'm a get it how I'm living
Crackers wanna sit me down
Cause I'm a stand up ni**a
Ey yo the name nitty yo
Talk of the city yo
I get busy not afraid to let that semi go
I be in the line lik
It look lik a video
Never been an underdog
Stayed on top with any flow
A million a more my shit poppin out the store
If I hit it one time
But she called me back for more
I'm tryna make a million of a dollar
Grinding off the steps
Could'ntdo it had to holla
Tripein with an atittude
Nothin like my father
Still on my jay-o
Never man I can't let a day go
My a** get to work than he drop it lik a Kayo
Ask them lil niggas
They say I'm hotter than waiko
Texas, mex- elastic when I stretch shit
Richie on his way home and he can't wait to wet s**t
Back to back vans
Different b**ches on some next shit
Black on black vans
With some laces lose fresh shit
[Chorus:]
Ball till I fall
Spit it like I did it
Ride til I die
With my finger on the trigger
I ain't never had nothin
I'm a get it how I'm living
Crackers wanna sit me down cause I'm a stand up ni**a
Who got the game on smash
Who got the game on lock
You ain't got the game on nothing\
You just run that game alot
I keep that hand in poc
I keep that gun on hip
Betta keep yo distance ni**a
When I lift betta pray I miss
I'm bout that dollar dollar
That louie, gucci, and proda
That's part of my attire
I spit that rap with fire
I set that stove on fire
I drop that -bake in water
I got some nicest prices
Come on now place your order
You know I'm bout my change
You know I hold them thangs
I throw that work around lik change
Come back like boomerangs
Roll with orangatangs
They flippin bust that heat
I know the feds is watching
Homey I'm in the streets
Bust guns and held the smoke
Bust guns if I go broke
Sometimes I bust my guns if nothing just to let you know
Grown man with too much pride
I let them bullets fly
And I ain't fighting
Only thing I'm fighting is homicides
[Chorus:]
Then Ball till fall
Spit like I did it
Ride till I die with my finger on the trigger
I ain't never had nothing
I'm a get it how I'm liveing
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