'Meek Mill' is featured as a movie character in the following productions:

Streets (2011)

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If the streets don't love you, who will?

Actors Todd Wolfe (actor), Todd Wolfe (producer), Todd Wolfe (editor), Chico Benymon (actor), David Haines (actor), Todd Anthony (actor), Jamal Hill (actor), Jamal Hill (producer), Jamal Hill (writer), Jamal Hill (director), Tray Chaney (actor), Charles E. Alston (producer), Charles E. Alston (actor), Matthew Wolfe (actor), Charles E. Alston (producer),

Mill, Meek Filmography

• 2013 BET Hip Hop Awards 2013, role: actor, character name: Himself
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• 2012 BET Hip Hop Awards 2012, role: actor, character name: Himself
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• BET Awards 2012 2012, role: actor, character name: Himself
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• Puma Motorsports 2012, role: actor, character name: Himself - Performer
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• 2011 BET Hip Hop Awards 2011, role: actor, character name: Himself - Performer
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• Streets 2011, role: actor, character name: Meek Mill
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  For The Love Of Moneyshow lyrics

  For The Love Of Money

  And I'da see these bitches do it all for the paper
  And I'da see this paper turn my dog to a hater
  For the love of the money, the love of the dough
  For the love of the money, them hoes fuckin' for sho'
  And I know, I know

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  How We Rollshow lyrics

  How We Roll

  [Intro]
  What is this? Maybach Music, I like this Maybach Music
  Sweet!
  [Hook: Sam Sneak x2]
  It's how we roll...
  Boats and hoes, money, cars and clothes
  Panamera's, Ferrari's, and Royce's is how we roll
  Young niggas is in control, (yup)
  Real niggas will never fold
  [Verse 1: Meek Mill]
  Yeah! We in control nigga!
  Everytime I pull up, bitches they be like whattup
  Pull up I put the top down, I pull off, I put the hood up
  Everything I got now I got it because I stood up
  Ya'll suckas was not round made the way I was brought up
  Cause I was always taught always to never fold
  I bought another Roll's
  I started from selling O's
  Now my bank account seven O's, and there two commas on it
  Riding two lamas on it, just like my pancakes, I put Aunt Jemima on it
  And I'm getting higher nigga, riding with Gotti nigga
  Two Phantoms an Aston Martin boy that's a Bugatti nigga
  In back of the Fisker and I ain't mention the Rarri' nigga
  Bitches like [?] nigga
  Boats and hoes, money, cars and clothes
  Panamera's, Ferrari's, and Royce's is how we roll
  Soon as we hit the party it's [?] on all these hoes
  We fucking all of they bitches you niggas is getting old
  [Hook x2]
  [Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
  I'm standing on the couch like fuck life
  Pussy nigga playing games he can die tonight
  And we just pulled up in a million dollar [?] car
  Million problems thousand guns just a couple dogs
  Just a couple real niggas I can ride for
  Black [?], black 40 cal, black Tahoe
  Black [?] white Rolls Royce, real nigga I'm the ho's choice
  Conversations with me about shit we did in the streets
  How we fucked with our dogs, how we planning to eat
  [?] on the beat, hundred k in a week
  It's CMG MMG everybody else in a [?]
  Boats and hoes, Cuban links in gold
  The game done got cold I know real niggas who told
  Since that the role that they chose (fuck em'! )
  Send them hittas up to their door
  [Hook x2]
  [Verse 3: Betrayl]
  Ace Dolla
  Yeah, yo, I ain't dead but I'm the president
  Money green duck for the medicine
  Bogota going through the mexicans
  Switch it up to the nose nose it's heroin
  An epidemic, Fall River walkin dead again
  The city on fire, we let it burn
  Smoke got the BM-Dubb moving like a hovercraft
  Off the highway we traffic hit
  Maryland Monroe the front door she passing it
  Cause most of the time the corners are a gold mind
  Out the hood now we shooting for the coast line
  Boats and hoes below deck with them breaks nigga
  Cause you can keep that other shit with ya
  [Outro: Betrayl]
  Ace Diamond...
  We Back Nigga...
  Fuckin With That Other Shit...
  It's New B...

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  Off the Cornershow lyrics

  Off the Corner

  [Intro: Meek Mill]
  M-m-m-m-a
  No, no, no, no, no, no
  These hoes, they like niggas that spend money, not talk about it
  If you ain't gonna get the money then watcha gonna do?
  Hey!
  [Hook: Meek Mill]
  I graduated from the streets, no diploma
  I made a million on that corner
  I mixed pedico with baking soda
  I made a million on that corner
  Going Donald Trump numbers on the corner
  I made a million on that corner
  Graduated from the streets, no diploma
  I made a million on that corner
  I made a million on that, I made a million on that
  I made a million on that corner
  [Verse 1: Meek Mill]
  Young rich nigga, I flex, look at my neck
  Look at my bitch, look at my wrist, got these niggas upset
  Who you know blow a mill? Don't even think twice, no sweat
  And these hoes around me?
  You don't fuck, you don't give them no check
  Cause ya'll niggas lame as fuck, none of these chumps can't hang with us
  All these chains getting tangled up
  And my clique armed and dangerous, and we'll flame you up
  You get smoked mothafucker like angel dust
  Start the Rolls Royce with the angel up
  All these niggas on angels bruh, but I got stripes like a bengal does
  And my wrist look like the flash on
  Come that ho and bring that ass on
  So I can beat it up like you stole something
  Might pop a purple, go mad long like skrrt
  Been through your hood in a wraith, niggas is jealous, just look at your face
  3-57 get put in your place, follow my lead all you niggas is late
  Like hold up, hold up, I done made a million on that corner
  I bought some coke but couldn't deal with Arizona
  Them yellow diamonds looking clearer than Corona
  And if they act like they ain't with it
  [Hook]
  [Verse 2: Rick Ross]
  I'm on the corner gettin' cake
  I'm talkin' like it's 88
  Givenchy all I really play
  Kingpin status when I swerve up on the block
  A nigga like you, you wouldn't even get the cock
  Get my money dolo, I just need some help to count it
  I'm the richest nigga outta Dade-Broward County
  Feds know my game, they keep it raw, we all at odds
  Repossess my Lambo cause they wanna build a charge
  When they got my Chevy, got it runnin' like it's 'sposed to
  Hit up on my niggas, let 'em know my shop reopened
  We rockin' everything, till I'm right back on the top
  Nasdaq hustle bitch, come get your ass in stocks
  [Hook]
  [Outro: Rick Ross]
  Ugh, Double M, bang!

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  Lil Nigga Snupe

  (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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  Make me

  [Intro: Meek Mill]
  I ain’t never give a fuck
  You think I’m supposed to give a fuck now cause I’m rich?
  Shit on me made me worse
  Hatin’ ass niggas made me worse
  [Bridge: Meek Mill]
  I ain’t never care what a nigga had to say about me
  And I ain’t never care what a bitch had to say about me
  It just make me, it just make me
  [Hook: Meek Mill]
  And I ain’t never care what a nigga had to say about me
  And I ain’t never care what a bitch had to say about me
  It just make me, wana shit on ya’ll niggas
  It just make me, wanna shit on ya’ll bitches straight up
  [Verse 1: Meek Mill]
  And I done seen bitches change on me for a little paper
  And I done seen niggas change on me for a little favor
  It just make me, wanna stunt on ya’ll niggas
  It just make me, wanna fuck on ya’ll bitches
  And I be popping bottles in the club feelin’ like Meecho
  And you know my niggas gonna bring them choppas everywhere we go
  And I don’t ever tuck my chain I guess it’s just a niggas ego
  I’m just a young nigga ballin’ wanna take me out the game D Rose
  And that make me, wanna load up the choppas go crazy
  And go and slide of every niggas that hatin’ me
  And stunt of every single bitch that ever played me back then
  You don’t wanna hear the Mac-10
  No one wanna hear the stories …
  Reason why I bought the Bentley and the Aston
  To shit on niggas every time a nigga back then
  [Hook]
  [Verse 2: Meek Mill]
  And it made me, wanna shit on ya’ll niggas
  Cause lately, I ain’t been feelin’ ya’ll niggas
  Try and play me, I drop a brick on ya’ll niggas
  And make em go crazy, on every single one of ya’ll niggas straight up
  And all these hoes wanna fuck with a nigga like me
  But when I was locked down ain’t none of these hoes write me
  That’s why I don’t chase bitches cause the money only thing inside me
  And I don’t fuck with new niggas all day one niggas beside me
  We got thirties, ridin’ round tryna do a nigga dirty
  Try and burn me, headshot bye bye for a birdie
  And I ain’t worry, about none of ya’ll niggas tryna hurt me
  I got all these killers on stand-by
  And they kill any nigga tryna murk me word up
  [Hook]
  [Verse 3: Meek Mill]
  We don’t never hate we ain’t rattin’ on nobody
  When I touch twenty mill I’m a go and get that Gotti
  It just make me, wanna stack this paper
  It just make me, wanna wack these haters straight up
  And I be in the city going hard like a nigga own that
  And you be fucking with the nigga who be fucking with the niggas code red
  I can’t control my dogs with them dirty they don’t never hold back
  Ask about me in my city they tell you that we really on that
  I got the baddest bitch
  I got the flyest whips
  And God bless me I never ever gettin’ tired of this
  I ain’t worried bout nothin’
  I ain’t worried bout nothin’
  Cause if I was worried bout somethin’
  All ya’ll niggas gettin’ murdered bout somethin’ straight up
  [Hook]

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  Nothing But Flamerz

  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
  Hey
  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
  (Hook)

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  My Manshow lyrics

  My Man

  Creeping through the block, I'm looking for my man
  Niggas wanna do me, they heard I'm the man
  Niggas selling work, that's for them benefits
  Early worm, I'm talking shrimp and grits
  On the corner, drinking out a jug of lemonade
  I'm not a rapper pussy nigga, I's a renegade
  I put them sliders in the backseat of them rental plates
  We throwing money in the club like we the NBA
  I got some hoes and them bitches down to shoot a fade
  I got some Zo's and them niggas moving two a day
  Creeping through the block, I'm looking for my man
  Niggas wanna do me, they heard I'm the man
  Niggas selling work, that's for them benefits
  Early worm, I'm talking shrimp and grits
  Creeping through the block, I'm looking for my man
  Niggas wanna do me, they heard I'm the man
  Niggas selling work, that's for them benefits
  Early worm, I'm talking shrimp and grits
  I'm switching cars with my nigga, do that twice a day
  We living large, knowing one day we may ride away
  My nigga started having seizures when he caught his case
  Then he caught his bitch cheating right on father's day
  It's a dirty game and sometimes nigga wash your face
  Haters eating all they got to see, that worth the K
  Bang bang, where he lay at bitches, where he stay
  It make no difference if you call them people right away
  Creeping through the block, I'm looking for my man
  Tryna show you how they do your head for twenty grand
  You're throwing signs that where I'm from that shit's irrelevant
  For them presidents a bitch will hit the
  Creeping through the block, I'm looking for my man
  Niggas wanna do me, they heard I'm the man
  Niggas selling work, that's for them benefits
  Early worm, I'm talking shrimp and grits
  Creeping through the block, I'm looking for my man
  Niggas wanna do me, they heard I'm the man
  Niggas selling work, that's for them benefits
  Early worm, I'm talking shrimp and grits
  I say creeping through the block, I'm looking for my man
  He just came home, he did a dime and he didn't take the stand
  I'm finna side up on my nigga, give him fifty grand
  Fresh off the jet, straight to my hood and put it in his hand, word up
  These nigga's ain't bout that life
  Via stones and I rock that ice
  Baking soda when I rock that white
  I'm counting racks when that pie hit ice
  Got the low, I can't top that price
  But I bet they tell you that rock hit right
  No rap or hip hop tonight, just white boy and her rock tonight
  Rollin', all my nigga's rollin'
  If I heard him telling, when I see him I expose him
  Richest nigga round here
  When they speak they say I'm chosen
  Mac-11, fully loaded, knock a nigga out of joes
  Creeping through the block, I'm looking for my man
  Niggas wanna do me, they heard I'm the man
  Niggas selling work, that's for them benefits
  Early worm, I'm talking shrimp and grits
  Creeping through the block, I'm looking for my man
  Niggas wanna do me, they heard I'm the man
  Niggas selling work, that's for them benefits
  Early worm, I'm talking shrimp and grits
  Rockie in this bitch, that's some great news
  Yeah, I made you a lot but I don't rock truce
  I give a bitch dope dick and some dope shoes
  She know if she fucking with the team, then she can't lose
  Double MG, do it for the family
  Driving through the Chi, top back like it's Miami
  I need a billion dollars and about 9 Grammys
  And my flow heating up, I make these bitches think they tanin'
  Yeah, I know the hustle, so who you think you scamming?
  And if a nigga would, then my team going camping
  Yeah, we heat 'em up, then we burn aloud
  Got these nigga's hatin', but I bet my momma proud
  Fuck 'em
  Creeping through the block, I'm looking for my man
  Niggas wanna do me, they heard I'm the man
  Niggas selling work, that's for them benefits
  Early worm, I'm talking shrimp and grits
  Creeping through the block, I'm looking for my man
  Niggas wanna do me, they heard I'm the man
  Niggas selling work, that's for them benefits
  Early worm, I'm talking shrimp and grits

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  Believe it

  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

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  Know No Better

  [Hook: Meek Mill]
  I remember smoking dope and fucking hoes
  Dodging d's and poppin' [?] on the corner sellin' o's
  For the love of Berkin leather these hoes be sellin' souls
  Now I wake up in the [?] with my dream girl and tell her whoa
  Know no better, don't know no better
  Runnin' round town with these lame ass niggas
  She don't know no better, know no better
  Know, no better
  Runnin' round talkin like he gonna rob me
  He don't know no better
  [Verse 1: Meek Mill]
  I'm with a chick from the hood named Kiki
  And she a bad girl like Riri
  And she gon' bust it open for a real nigga
  [?] keep me
  Pimpin ain't easy, no I see more she like feed me
  I tell my jeweler to freeze me
  Diamonds they dancing the bezel C Breezy, hol' up
  [?] I be driving to the bank
  And my queens [?] spent 200,000 on the tank
  So it's bulletproof when I roll through
  Everytime I come through
  I put a lion in the front and a camel in the back
  You thought my party was a zoo
  You don't even have a clue
  You don't know no better
  Tryna snatch my chain get a whole full clip in your polo sweater
  I'm a go go getter, that's your ho then go get her
  Before she end up with some real niggas like us, she ain't bad, won't touch'ya
  Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up
  [Hook]
  [Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
  Wake up in the morning and I'm looking [?]
  Young nigga 5 million dollar house
  Still on that hood shit fucked around misplaced a whole million dollars
  Fired my accountant
  [?] do for it
  Mean she gotta fuck me and fuck you for it
  [?] you don't know no better
  Fuck a real nigga it don't get no better
  No stones on the Rollie theres a new sky dweller
  D.C. C.M.G. we're the new Rockafella
  Two doors on the ghost with the stars in the center
  Pay attention gotta school these niggas
  Fuck a lame nigga then you a lame bitch
  Let me get the game
  [?] keep gold digging bitches
  Cus they both looking for something they really the same
  I can tell the money don't flow right
  New [?]
  But she still sleeping on the floor right
  These niggas be acting up
  These niggas be green as fuck
  These niggas talkin' bout robbin' us
  But tell these niggas we choppered up
  (I AM!)
  [Hook]

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  I'm So Sorryshow lyrics

  I'm So Sorry

  Gettin' money is the hobby I'm so sorry
  Gettin' money is the hobby I'm so sorry I'm so sorry
  Got a bad bitch running through the lobby
  I'm so sorry X8
  Gettin' money is the hobby I'm so sorry I'm so sorry
  Got a bad bitch running through the lobby
  I'm so sorry X8
  Gettin' money is the hobby I'm so sorry I'm so sorry
  Got a bad bitch running through the lobby
  I'm so sorry
  Uh, pockets all fat like Terio
  Cus we sellin' O's like cheerios
  Off the rope on your ho Rey Mysterio
  Let the beat build bitch now here we go
  Hol' up, any...
  But I'm ridin' in the coupe with the top back
  Got that slidin' round with the seat dropped back
  Gettin' head till I tell the ho to stop that
  Catch me club lib with a 34
  Naw you ain't ready though
  ... like set it off
  Spit crack while eyes already raw
  Rock ready, ready rock ho let it pause
  Nigga you don't ever ball
  Whole chain for the money like meta-pause
  So what I do treat the ho like Santa Clause
  Hey ho, Meek Milly got gifts for ya
  I heard homie got dibs for ya
  They got that so I'ma give the dick to ya
  And if you do it good I'ma give a tip to ya
  Drip to ya bust it open on the eyelid
  You clocked out...
  Now shorty wanna kick it like...
  Cus I pull strings like a violin
  Gettin' money is the hobby I'm so sorry
  Gettin' money is the hobby I'm so sorry I'm so sorry
  Got a bad bitch running through the lobby
  I'm so sorry X8
  Gettin' money is the hobby I'm so sorry I'm so sorry
  Got a bad bitch running through the lobby
  I'm so sorry X8
  Gettin' money is the hobby I'm so sorry I'm so sorry
  Got a bad bitch running through the lobby
  I'm so sorry
  I used to pray to get a hundred grand
  Now it's... for the rubber bands
  And that... sounded just like...
  Did I, did I, did I, did I stutter fam
  Bad bitch lookin' like J-Lo
  And she gone do whatever I say so

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  I Don't Know (ft. Paloma Ford)show lyrics

  I Don't Know (ft. Paloma Ford)

  I don't know what these niggas speaking off
  I don't know what these niggas tripping off
  Don't touch my niggas I suggest you don't
  Boy if you do you must be suicidal
  Don't say my name unless you suicidal
  Don't get to close unless you suicidal
  Dont touch my niggas I suggest you don't
  Boy if you do you must be suicidal
  Money won't ease us
  Man niggas even had it on Jesus
  Living life on the road on the chase for the money cause the hoes won't please us
  Yeezus told us there's blood on the leaves
  Ain't no love in the streets
  Let her run into me and she wanted to meet, now she fuck with a G
  Got your bitch not wanting to speak
  Hold up, y'all mahfuckers tried to shit on us
  Chain all lit all up
  Porsche with the horse like get on up
  And my bitch got that shit on her
  Rock Balmain cause I'm ballin'
  I put red bottoms on red models, and no more red bottles
  Straight Belarie nigga ... bottles
  Ricky Rozay we in here
  Double M G we've been here
  Straight from the north side right by the project how did I get here
  Sippin' on lean with a bad ass bitch from the hills probably live there
  And get money like me and the pussy so wet I need swimwear
  Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
  I don't know what these niggas speaking off
  I don't know what these niggas tripping off
  Don't touch my niggas I suggest you don't
  Boy if you do you must be suicidal
  Don't say my name unless you suicidal
  Don't get to close unless you suicidal
  Dont touch my niggas I suggest you don't
  Boy if you do you must be suicidal
  Suicide doors, riding around with a suicide whore
  There's no love in the streets and this blood on my sneaks got suicide on them
  Going everywhere you are not going
  Doing everything you are not doing
  And I've been out to get it and you mention my niggas that's suicide on them
  Right back to the money my nigga no we don't play
  Say my name and that's D.O.A
  And all these chains is saying we okay
  And we drink champagne and eat Frito Lays

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  Versace (freestyle)show lyrics

  Versace (freestyle)

  [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

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  Clique (freestyle) (ft. Lee Mazin & Louie V Gutta)show lyrics

  Clique (freestyle) (ft. Lee Mazin & Louie V Gutta)

  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

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  Levelsshow lyrics

  Levels

  [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

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  Money Ain't No Issue (ft. Fabolous & Future)show lyrics

  Money Ain't No Issue (ft. Fabolous & Future)

  [Verse 1: Meek Mill]
  Sipping on patron nigga
  My bitch bad to the bone nigga
  She fucked up, I'm fucked up
  She like how we gon' get home nigga
  I can't smoke that strong nigga
  Swear that's word to my PO
  That lil chick to expensive for you
  Ill take her back like repo
  Say, shorty want a pair of red bottom
  Fuck the jordan nigga went a got them
  [?] got me fucking for a hour
  Got a boyfriend forget about him
  I got young niggas that will get it poppin
  And all my niggas get a dollar
  Started of with an impala
  Now all my whips a hunnid thousand
  Hold up, Now throw your rollies up in the air
  And wave that shit to the side nigga
  Bad bitches just pop pussy you dead broke just die nigga
  On private jets we fly nigga
  Sipping lean we high nigga
  Stand tall feet five nigga
  They riding for you they die with ya
  Foreign whips my fucking problem
  Got a couple don't fucking drive them
  My homies whip them like fucking molly
  Mo' money mo' fucking problems
  Yo' wrist [?] I take that
  [?][?][?][?][?][?][?][?]
  Them hoes stunted its payback
  Im in a Rolls-Royce screaming out maybach
  [Hook: Future]
  Money ain't no issue
  Im on them molly's and prescription
  Lean inside my cup beat that pussy till she miss me
  Fuck nigga die slow I don't give a fuck if he come up missing
  Any nigga gettin' money I salute ya, I salute ya
  [Verse 2: Future]
  Young nigga in a beemer coupé with a [?] [?] and [?] [?]
  Young nigga getting plenty money I'm turned up than [?] [?]
  Molly's all in my cup nigga screwed up I ain't slowing down
  AP I'm trigger happy nigga young niggas [?]
  Shootin the A up out the chambe nigga [?]
  Bad bitch from [?] I'mma fuck good on TMZ
  Quarter mill for the AP, Quarter mill for Lambo
  Quarter mill for a new truck, Quarter mill thats for the [?]
  FreeBand I'm eating now, Rock and roll no [?]
  A lotta drugs and a lotta bitches
  I'mma fuck this bitch like a porn star
  [Hook]
  [Verse 3: Fabolous]
  Im tryna chill but niggas really really want to make me talk reckless
  How these niggas hating that you dont really want to talk necklace
  Heard you got l's in the [?] you dont really really want to talk Lexus
  We got it right now man we killin niggas really want to talk Lexus
  Fuck the nigga like his bitch say if she with nay in a 6 trey
  She ride the stick every which way while shit play from the mixtape
  She say shit go hard, she say shit go hard shorty sound like big sean, (Swerve)
  Bitch keep saying oh god (Oh Gawd)
  Fuck around and got used to money
  Fuck game I just used the money
  All the suckers get is middle fingers
  And bum bitches get gooses funny
  So if you getting money I salute you I'm saluting
  And if you getting mad I hope you do find a solution
  Niggas like ya'll find excuses
  Niggas like us rock exclusives
  I come through heat on the streets cause my wig game so abusive nigga
  Its that getting money music nigga
  When they play it all the winners gon' lose it nigga
  [Hook]

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  Mr. Jones (freestyle)show lyrics

  Mr. Jones (freestyle)

  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

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  Moment 4 Life (freestyle)show lyrics

  Moment 4 Life (freestyle)

  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'

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  Professional Money Gettashow lyrics

  Professional Money Getta

  (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

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  Niggas In Paris (freestyle)show lyrics

  Niggas In Paris (freestyle)

  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

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  Ready Or Notshow lyrics

  Ready Or Not

  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

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  Racked Up Shawty

  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

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  Rockstar

  [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:]

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  Realest U Ever Seen

  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

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  Miss Meshow lyrics

  Miss Me

  [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,

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  Middle Of Da Summershow lyrics

  Middle Of Da Summer

  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

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  I Be On That

  [Intro: Meek Mill]
  Ass so fat I need a lapdance
  Somebody tell the waitress bring some fuckin' racks in
  The stripper run into the pole when we back in
  All gold Trinidad James on my Aston
  [Hook x2: French Montana]
  Its me ho, its me ho
  Walk up in this bitch, I fuck shit up then I leave ho
  I be on that, I be on that
  I be on that, I be on that
  [Verse 1: Meek Mill]
  Okay, I walk up in this bitch
  I fuck shit up then I leave ho
  Pay your car note or get some hundred for that weed ho
  Forty-five hundred blow it there go double C's ho
  Michael throw birkin bag if you tell me please ho
  She gon' make that ass clap
  Pop that for a real nigga
  I'm gon' throw that cash back, drop that on them real bitches
  Murder on that pussy ho
  I can't lie I kill bitches
  You gon' get like every back end
  Ain't true if I deal with you
  Young nigga ballin' like I fuckin hit the lottery
  You just want the money shorty
  You ain't gotta lie to me
  All these nigga hatin' on me
  Know they wanna body me
  Cause every time you see a nigga, I look like a robbery
  [Hook x2]
  Its me ho, its me ho
  Walk up in this bitch, I fuck shit up then I leave ho
  I be on that, I be on that
  I be on that, I be on that
  [Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
  Uhh, Haah?
  These bitches study my style on the Come Up DVD
  Nicki Dibiase, D.D.T.
  It's a ruff ride, E.V.E.
  But I win nigga, easy three
  Bad Bitch, illegal
  These ugly bitches is really boostin' my ego
  It's me ho, it's me ho
  I'm so fucking famous I can't do shit on the D-low
  Ya'll got everybody infiltrating negros
  I don't believe em' they lyin' like Leos
  Everything these bitches doing I already did it
  Watch my World Star interviews, then they mimic
  [Hook x2]
  Its me ho, its me ho
  Walk up in this bitch, I fuck shit up then I leave ho
  I be on that, I be on that
  I be on that, I be on that
  [Verse 3: Fabolous]
  Walk up in this bitch, I fuck shit up then I leave ho
  Back on my old shit, tell them niggas breathe ho
  Cuban on my collar thats a Rollie on my sleeve ho
  They be swagger jackin taking styles niggas thieves ho
  I fuck then I heave ho
  Killed that shit now grieve ho
  And dont expect no gifts tomorrow, this ain't Christmas Eve ho
  I tell her like them pens we gon' get rich you just better believe ho
  I make them gator bags and minked coat pet peeve ho
  I guess thats just me ho
  Asain chick named me-ho
  Do her shit, do my bitch then you come do me ho
  I be on that, represent where you be born at
  Real niggas can't beat em, then you gotta join that
  Where my joint at?
  [Hook x2]
  Its me ho, its me ho
  Walk up in this bitch, I fuck shit up then I leave ho
  I be on that, I be on that
  I be on that, I be on that

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  Dreams and Nightmares

  Yea, yea
  I remember...
  [Verse 1:]
  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 and 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, I'm all with it
  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 were lurking, we was serving, they was taking
  flicks
  [Hook:]
  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
  [Verse 2:]
  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'm a pay that bail money
  To get my niggas right, My niggas for life!
  [Hook]

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  Rich Porter (ft. Rick Ross)

  [Hook: Meek Mill]
  Feelin' like I'm Richard Porter
  I'm really ballin'
  Bad bitches got 'em callin'
  They really callin'
  My Rollie flooded like New Orleans
  Just like New Orleans
  Ain't talkin' money, what you talkin'?
  Nigga what you talkin?
  My bitch probably wouldn't speak if you ain't talkin' money
  Don't even talk to me if you ain't talkin' money
  Ain't shit in life for free so we were talkin' money
  You hear that sound? I think it's Benji, he talkin' to me

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  Kendrick You Next

  [Intro: 2Pac]
  So okay, you want to see some macho shit?
  I'm the most macho nigga out here
  I thought you niggas knew, I'm the most thuggish nigga out here
  I have no mothafuckin' fear...
  I have no fear, I have only ambition, and I want mine
  And I will do anything to protect and feed my family
  [Verse 1]
  First off, fucked your bitch nigga get a blood test
  You a upset nigga, where the love at?
  When we talking 'bout Philly know I fucking run that
  Same place I've been up corners you can never come back
  You raw nigga, ball like I'm ? Paul nigga
  I cross niggas, when you hate it cause you lost nigga
  You soft nigga, didn't disrespect the boss, nigga!
  You dissin and getchya horn, that ain't getchya off nigga
  Broad nigga, and you was screamin' “come to my hotel”
  Nigga, we was slingin work out the motel!
  No scale, batteries I know you so well...
  ...let's keep it trilla, you ain't never make a dope sale
  You ain't never played that corner – make a coke sale
  On a late night, swimmin with the great whites
  You was rockin' durags – big T's fake mics
  Boy you had a wild week, shoppin' on... street
  Same place you bought your fake chain and your time-piece
  How we gon' believe you? Nigga I should lead you!
  Talkin' “PC” that was never Beanie Sigel!
  That was never ME, why you lying to the people?
  I was locked down, still doing shit illegal
  Running around in jail like: I ain't give a hell when
  You was on PC, locking it with males
  [Bridge]
  And I ain't got time for this shit, let me get another one
  [Verse 2]
  23 and 1 never get to see the sun
  Had to get a glass visit just so you could see your son
  Took a deal on your homie, cause you couldn't beat the gun
  They was tryna give you life, man you know that wasn't right
  Then you left him in the hood, on his head he had a price
  You ain't even give a call, other niggas shot him twice
  Niggas trynna get a buzz off my name for some likes
  Damn right while I'm at ya I'mma get you in the night, Cassidy
  Boy you... trash to me
  Do the math, I... to me
  You ain't poppin, what the fuck could you ? to me
  You just another dead body, another casualty
  I'm in the streets, so I do this shit casually
  And I ain't even write this shit, why you mad at me?
  Cut you, nursery rhyming, flow perfectly in time
  And I'm giving gas, I'm in the Aston that Swizzy designed
  Now beat it, I know you're heated but I know you need it
  I got that Justin Bieber please believe it, nigga I know you see it
  They play piano at your viewing, let Alicia...
  I asked Swizzy...
  Swiz don't fuck with you, Melo didn't either
  You fucked that check up, you bit the hand that feed you
  And you was 6 feet, you got me digging deeper
  Hold up, let's switch the beat so I can spit some Ether
  [Verse 3]
  I say, come on with your soft ass
  All you niggas all trash, couldn't bet a 100 grand
  Nigga that's a small...
  I'mma hit him where it hurts, this gon' make his...
  This verse gon' hit this nigga harder than that car crash
  That you should've died in, I'm mad that you survived it
  But I came to murder you and have you scuba diving
  Swimming with the fishes, all you niggas is bitches
  Dick riders knocking on the wood, superstitious
  Paus that, I'm all that, I'm really in the...
  And when I see you nigga I'mma have you jumping fences
  ...through the alleys, you must be on the molly
  Sniffing all that white shit and fucking with that Bobby
  Come to your hotel and meet you in the lobby
  Just to Worldstar you and do you just like...
  ...Boy you lying, you ain't touring, you can't even get a show
  Shit you like a [?] they can get you for the low
  And I'm like a brick of... it cost 60 for the flow
  You ain't a gangsta, you a wanksta, nigga 50 even know
  [Verse 4]
  You say you a gangsta but you never pop nothing
  And you locked your homie out when you heard the cops coming
  Rapping for a longtime, nigga you ain't got nothing
  You ain't wanna battle Mook neither, nigga stop fronting
  Damn homie, in high school you was the man homie
  Fuck happened to you?
  You had a doghouse with a doghouse in the backyard
  Now you living in a doghouse in the backyard
  Nigga I was broke then, now I got blackcard
  You're career maxed out... like mac card
  Easy nigga, I talk greasy nigga
  And I'mma stunt on Instagram just to tease you, nigga
  [Outro]
  Couple months we at the funeral
  I swear to God that shit was beautiful
  Five x t's, durag's, the usual
  Your mama screaming like “Cassidy what that dude do to you”
  And this shit called “Kendrick You Next”
  I'm just on some shit this time, everybody get it
  You say my name, I give you a 1000
  Just that simple...

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  Repo

  [Intro]
  We gon' knock this right out
  We gon' skate to one song and one song only nigga!
  Yeah!
  [Verse 1]
  Really?
  Fuckin' “Condom Style”? “Get your jig on”?
  You a clown-ass nigga, put a wig on
  Nigga I be goin H.A.M. till the pig gone
  All this ice around my neck, I got a fridge on!
  Body Cass, put 'em in a body bag
  Broke nigga, we should put you in a bodycast
  Real nigga, all I know is get a lot of cash
  I took you hater niggas spot that's why you prolly mad!
  My story, all guts, glory
  Posted on the corner, Glock .40 tucked on me
  20 years on me, me and my army
  Feelin' like none of y'all niggas can harm me
  I came from the bottom where they never make it at
  With all my jewels on they ain't never takin' that
  Theres rules to the game I ain't never breakin' that
  And once you give a statement, nigga, you can never take it back
  You lame part of the game, nigga pardon the fame
  I got 30 in my clip I can park in your frame
  Plus this Rollie on my wrist cost some cars and change
  We talking bike life, 'bout to put a park in my name
  Just to ride on you niggas, or slide on you niggas
  G550 when we glide on you niggas like
  Clyde on you niggas, homicide on you nigga
  I ain't never had no rap, had no ties to you niggas, so
  Why you suckas hatin' and talkin' 'bout what I'm makin'?
  When I be out in Jamaica and ballin' like I'm like a Laker
  It's givers and it's takers, these niggas is gettin faker
  And I'm just gettin' richer I wake up and get my cake up!
  Black Maserati, chinchillas from Papi
  Ten killers beside me, all lookin' like ahkis
  I remember nights on corners with beef and broccoli
  Rice and gravy, now it's crazy cause Phillipe's got me
  All gold AP, same watch as Jay-Z
  Ballin' like I'm KD, how can niggas play me?
  If you ain't talkin' money nigga fuck you, pay me
  Drophead with the top down and the A.C.
  On, drawn, fuck is y'all doin'
  I'mma king you a pawn, lil nigga I'mma Don
  The coke price high, it cost 40 for a jawn
  And like 20 for a half lil nigga do the math
  And you talkin' bout a battle rap, how you gon' handle that?
  100 grand pussy nigga, you ain't got the tab for that
  You ain't got the stacks for that, you the one we laughin' at
  You ain't got half of that, they pump you up: Asthma attack
  Bye clown, calm down 'fore you make me bomb now
  Fucking all these superstars like “Who Meek Milly bomb now?”
  Went from driving Bentleys to going half on pie pounds
  You niggas need to die down, Philly nigga: my town
  I heard your car got re-poed
  But this is bike life boy you just got Deebo'd
  Them Twitter niggas fucking with your ego
  You in the field tryna turn to God like Tebow
  Naw that won't work nigga, that'll get you murked nigga
  All-black Ghost nigga, looking like a hearse nigga
  Been a dead man, so I'mma dig you out the Earth nigga
  Just to stuff your skeleton right back into the dirt nigga
  What you made this year? What you worth nigga?
  I dropped “Dreams & Nightmares,” I made church nigga
  I did “I'ma Boss,” youngin' set the summer off
  Man these old niggas mad at me cause they fallin' off!
  Ha! Get your hate on Cass
  And we ain't talking larceny cause they all trash
  And your goons ain't riding witcha, they all mad
  Cause you ain't never put no food up in AR abs
  My dog killed a body for ya, damn he didn't eat from it
  Now you mad at Swizz cause you can't get a beat from him
  Once my niggas coming at you dog, we gon' keep comin'
  We ain't no Forest Gump nigga, better keep runnin'
  D.C. nigga, you P.C. nigga
  While you was scared, I was eatin' chichi nigga
  Talking to Tip about how we gon' beast these niggas
  All I know is bang bang, like that Chief Keef nigga
  Got a matte black Aston, gold rims on it
  Bitch looking like it got a pair of Timbs on it
  Cashmere sweater, bunch of Jims on it
  All my guns come with extends on it
  Duck ? and hit up, tuck nigga you lit up
  Cause you looking like food my youngins ready to get up
  Call you for a verse and tell you to write some shit up
  Boom, high stick up, jumping all out the pick up, woah
  [Outro]
  You know you fucked up right?
  The “hustla”
  You know you fucked up right?
  Man I ain't doing this shit no more with you nut ass niggas
  I came in the game, I ain't even signed a year nigga
  I got more money than all you hatin' ass old niggas put together
  Y'all niggas ain't do shit!
  Talkin' all this Philly shit
  Y'all niggas ain't put no foreigns out here nigga
  All my niggas drive foreigns!
  My niggas don't even rap and drive better cars than you niggas
  Coon copped that 'Rari , you don't feel sorry for these bitch ass rappers!
  You can't come to Philly no more!
  And not even because of this, you was never comin' to Philly
  You been living here eight years you pussy ass nigga!

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  Who Datshow lyrics

  Who Dat

  I got 'em yelling who dat, who dat, who dat
  Who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat
  I got 'em screaming who dat, who dat, who dat
  Who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat
  You've seen my bitch like who dat, who dat, who dat
  Who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat
  We pull up like who dat, who dat, who dat
  Who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat
  Cartier on my wrist, Fendi logo on my belt
  Ice cold jewelry, bring your girl around my heart will melt
  Just a year ago I didn't care about the ball
  Now they asking who I am just like I'm knocking at the door
  Half a million on the table, got the top off on the floor
  Couple kilos on the cops, I let 'em go for 34
  Fast money is the only money that I know about
  Faster than it's coming in, quicker then it's going out
  What you need, what you like, baby girl just pointed out
  What I spent last week alone I could've bought a house
  Broadway Dice in the Maserati switching lanes
  Silence on nobody, won't forget my name
  I got 'em yelling who dat, who dat, who dat
  Who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat
  I got 'em screaming who dat, who dat, who dat
  Who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat
  You've seen my bitch like who dat, who dat, who dat
  Who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat
  We pull up like who dat, who dat, who dat
  Who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat
  All gold Rollie on my wrist, grown man
  I give a fuck 'bout what they talking, I'm my own man
  Own money, own hammers, own plan
  Tell them suckers niggas keep their features, got my own fans
  A hundred thousand for the neck piece, no pain
  You rapping niggas running out of minutes like your phone plan
  Matter fact, you niggas bars getting low
  Won't you plug 'em up to me so I could charge 'em for the flow?
  They ain't shining like I shine 'cause they don't go harder than I go
  Shit, I go crazy like they just let a retarded nigga go
  But I go raw, they wanna know, 'cause I be dipping on them niggas, chopping on them niggas
  I got 'em yelling who dat, who dat, who dat
  Who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat
  I got 'em screaming who dat, who dat, who dat
  Who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat
  You've seen my bitch like who dat, who dat, who dat
  Who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat
  We pull up like who dat, who dat, who dat
  Who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat
  This is real life, it's not a dream
  I'm at the tables while your broke ass at the slot machines
  Getting money from the start, I'm getting busy
  I'm in an ocean full of sharks, you looking fishy
  Got that Benz 10, low key to move around
  I don't care 'bout what you did, what you doing now?
  Hustled all my life, pockets look swollen
  Got money on ice and your bank account frozen
  I close my eyes when I die 'cause I don't need sleep
  You're getting your feet wet, I'm knee deep
  Hit the club and I left with a mean freak
  Yeah, she fucked the whole team for a mean tweak
  I got 'em yelling who dat, who dat, who dat
  Who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat
  I got 'em screaming who dat, who dat, who dat
  Who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat
  You've seen my bitch like who dat, who dat, who dat
  Who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat
  We pull up like who dat, who dat, who dat
  Who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat

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  Flexingshow lyrics

  Flexing

  [Verse 1:]
  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'm a 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
  [Verse 2:]
  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]
  [Verse 3:]
  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
  [Hook]

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  No Church In The Wild

  [Rick Ross:]
  Prime 112 behind the double doors
  As I rewind the devils floors
  Pass across the courts your life's lost
  Patience a virtue? Heard that you're the boss
  Your informer's correct
  Now give me enormous respect
  Cornered the game, record label on his chain
  Right hand on the bible watch the floor catch flames
  Margielas on her feet
  Now she riding with a lame all jealous in the Jeep
  All the lil homies wanna eat
  But we never settle beef
  So settle your debts before there's any regrets
  Gino do the graffitti and Black Evander with the Tec
  My girls say that I'm a mess
  DJ Khaled say I'm the best
  And my city do too
  20 in the trunk, that's how city boys move
  8.9, now the crib got a view
  Mandarin manicure, DEA in pursuit
  Champagne and and a Rolex, Rose
  No church for a d-boy: let's pray
  [Hook]
  [Meek Mill:]
  Ain't no church in the wild for a nigga like me
  In the game so foul in a world full of sin
  Where the love flow thin
  And the pain run deep
  Cause it's blood in the streets
  See the stains on the money, No love for the weak
  Where it rain, never sunny, just mud on a beach
  Where a hater sticks to you like mud on a cleat
  Thanksgiving with the birds just drugs for a feast
  Youngin only 13 with a snub in his fleece
  Even though his heart's cold still got love for the
  heat
  See the high in his eyes, hear the slugs in his speech
  From the bottom of Philly, I emerge from the east
  Peace! At the dealer talking Bugatti talk
  You never heard it like Illuminati talk
  Tell em haters that it's my mama's fault
  Breaking bricks – you would think we talking karate
  talk
  Young niggas with old money
  Never trust a nigga that said let me hold something
  Never trust a bitch that tell you she ain't blown
  nothing
  The Weathermen never tell me about these cold summers
  Tears dripped on my dad casket
  Niggas turned me into a bastard
  Glock 40 on me is plastic
  Get to reaching I'm squeezing on him and clapping
  And I ain't talking about assembilies
  I'm talking head-shots where niggas won't remember me
  I asked God please remove my enemies
  I was surprised when I lost niggas that was friends of
  me

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  My Life (ft. French Montana)

  [Intro: Meek Mill]
  The world is yours and everything in it
  You gonna go get it?
  [Verse 1: Meek Mill]
  Mama couldn't save me, daddy did so he couldn't raise me
  I'm still tripping off them hoes that played me
  Same bitches fronting on me when I had my baby
  It's crazy, and niggas say they made me
  Taking credit from my mama, shit amaze me
  How niggas talking down when I'm not around
  But every time I'm in the building, schhh, not a sound
  I line my haters up and clap them down
  That choppa have nigga dancing like he Bobby Brown
  I'm well-respected in my city, even out of town
  And don't ever tuck my chain
  Nigga, how that sound? How that look?
  We don't live by the book, we just live by the code
  A lot of niggas got exposed when feds came through
  They was dropping names too
  Niggas say I changed up but I'm with the same crew
  I was always told to get the money and remain you
  Never let these pussy niggas say what you can't do
  Every time they said that I left, that was when I came through
  Range new, .38 special when the flame blew
  Just in case I gotta flame you
  What a feeling when them people tryna frame you
  Look you in a cell when they detain
  Rather die before I go out working like I'm Django
  I'm gone...
  [Hook: French Montana]
  Niggas want me dead everyday that I wake up
  Fuck what they talking 'bout, nigga I'm talking paper
  And here's another one, here's another one
  Streets is watching
  A new bitch, new car
  Her ass up, I go hard
  And here's another one, here's another one
  Streets is watching
  [Verse 2: Meek Mill]
  If I fuck her, I'm brainless
  She fuck me, she might get famous
  She might get a chance to ride jet and drive Rangers
  Money'll have your closest friends turning into strangers
  That's dangerous, niggas shoot and they'll aim at us
  Shooting in the sky, you tryna hit the angels up
  Niggas tripping like I'm dipping off angel dust
  And all these cubans 'round me neck getting tangled up
  I only fuck with bad bitches that be trained to fuck
  Five niggas, ten bitches running train on us
  Looking at these rap niggas they all lame as fuck
  Mini skirts, skinny jeans with the strangest cuts
  I stick to the script, switch like stick on the shift
  Early mornings in the kitchen like I'm whippin'...
  Nigga, I could score your bitch with a flick of the wrist
  Swear that Audemar flash light like I'm flicking a pic
  [Hook]

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  Ooh Kill Em

  [Intro: Meek Mill]
  Get right Terio
  Ooh, ooh kill em, ooh kill em ooh
  You ready?, you ready?
  I don't think they is
  [Verse 1: Meek Mill]
  Uh, nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say
  But nothin' comes out when they move they lips
  I spit crack for my niggas that be moving bricks
  With they exclusive bitch
  Sippin' on Amaretto when she loose and shit
  Niggas sleeping on me then I Freddy Krueger shit
  With a few Philly niggas that be shootin' shit
  I'm like Dre, I wish I had my nigga Snupe for this
  Oh, I grew up, I screw up a oz of crack
  Then I blow up they knew us before all this rap
  I been knew it was shooters
  You fuck around with me, get smoked like a hookah
  My ruger go booyah, I do it for the streets
  You do it for the nigga with the backpack
  I do it for the niggas on the corner
  Tryna make a mil ticket it with a crack pack
  Hold up wait a minute let me back track
  Hov gave you 24, let you have that
  Man you claiming you the king of New York?
  What the fuck wrong with you nigga, snap back
  Hundred shots, amateur that your snap cap
  Everybody want the grub so I snatch that
  Heard your gun go doo-dooo-dooo
  Well my gun go blap-blap-blap-blap
  What the fuck I gotta whisper to niggas
  To earn my respect just to get to these niggas
  Go ether take over or Jigga on niggas
  I really go 2Pac and Biggie on niggas
  What the fuck wrong with him
  Like really I'm sick of you niggas
  You've been in the game like a year and some change
  And you feeling yourself so I'm killing these niggas like
  [Verse 2: Meek Mill]
  Let the beat come back and the streets come back
  Niggas on the West tryna make the East come back
  Maybe go ... make the beat come back like
  And a nigga fuck around get the Rico at choo-choo
  And one where my free throw at?
  And my lil' nigga Bobby can't eat those plants
  Like ooh kill 'em, ooh kill 'em
  Ooh kill 'em, ooh kill 'em
  They know Meek Milly, I barely would go
  But Meek Milly look like he sold two million
  All this new money I'm getting my nigga
  I swear I don't know what to do with it
  Yeah its Meek Milly I'm bombin on rappers
  I really don't give a fuck who with 'em
  Fuck with a nigga like me one time
  Like me one time
  Ya'll forgot about me
  Actin' like ya'll really want mine?
  What fuck wrong with her?
  Know how we feelin'
  Let me get back to it
  Terio like oh kill em oh kill em
  Oh kill em oh kill em, oh kill em ooooh

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  In My Bag

  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]

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  Intro

  [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

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  I'm Rollin

  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

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  I'm So Fly

  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

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  Make Em Say

  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

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  Maybach Curtains

  [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!

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  Lean Wit It

  [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

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  Living At The Speed Of Light

  [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

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  I'm Not A Rapper

  [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

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  I'm On One (freestyle)

  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

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  Young & Gettin' It (ft. Kirko Bangz)show lyrics

  Young & Gettin' It (ft. Kirko Bangz)

  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

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  Y'all Don't Hear Me (freestyle)show lyrics

  Y'all Don't Hear Me (freestyle)

  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

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  Xxl Freshmen 2011 Freestyleshow lyrics

  Xxl Freshmen 2011 Freestyle

  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

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  Workshow lyrics

  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]
  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

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  Won't Stopshow lyrics

  Won't Stop

  [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.)

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  What Part of the Gameshow lyrics

  What Part of the Game

  [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

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  Used To Beshow lyrics

  Used To Be

  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

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  Tupac Back (ft. Rick Ross)show lyrics

  Tupac Back (ft. Rick Ross)

  [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

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  Tony Story

  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

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  On My Wayshow lyrics

  On My Way

  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

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  Bout That Lifeshow lyrics

  Bout That Life

  [Intro: Ric Flair]
  It's so hard for me to sit back here, in this studio,
  Looking at a guy out here hollering my name
  When last year I spent more money on spilt liquor
  In bars from one side of this world to the other, than you made
  You're talking to the Rolex wearing, diamond ring wearing, kid stealing (WOO!)
  Wheeling dealing, Limousine riding, Jet Flying, son of a gun
  [Hook: Meek Mill & (French Montana)]
  These pussy ass niggas
  Ain't bout that life, ain't bout that life (you ain't bout that life) x8
  [Verse 1: Meek Mill]
  Niggas wanna act loco? Who you with? numerous shots from the fo fo
  Young nigga in the low low
  Jumpin' out the thing with a little bad bitch like YOLO
  Fuck for this time ain't no true
  In the hood where there ain't no hope
  Now everybody ridin' dirty like there ain't no soap
  Everybody get to rappin' when there ain't no coke
  Where the money nigga
  Cop 44 a bird where I live at
  Probably get the whole load if you get it back
  Fish scale when snapped rented rack
  Little nigga you ain't stuntin' give that rental back, oh
  I like fast cars, fast broads
  And my last car was like a Nascar it go vroom, vroom
  Then skrr, skrr before I blast off
  She go up and down like NASA
  Bike life on your bitch nigga
  Pop a wheelie all in that pussy she switchin' gears on this dick nigga
  Still young, reckless, and rich nigga, yellow diamonds like piss nigga
  Stones they glistening nigga, ya'll suckas don't do it like this nigga
  [Hook: Meek Mill & (French Montana)]
  [Verse 2: French Montana]
  That nigga right there, that nigga right there,
  Look at that nigga right there
  That bitch right there, that bitch right there
  Look at that bitch right there
  You ain't bout that life, you ain't bout that
  That price tag you ain't bout that
  That bitch you love we popped that
  That shit talk you ain't bout that
  Don't get caught in that traffic
  Niggas ain't bout that action
  You can keep your chain
  My niggas don't want that plastic
  Niggas talkin' bout they got mill
  Niggas talkin' bout they got wheels
  Niggas talkin bout they got skill
  He alright, he not real
  Got a little flow that's cool with me
  Got a little dough that's cool with me
  Got a little watch a little jewelry
  Them Self Made niggas, Volume 3
  That work get through like woo!
  Shorty got that Ric Flair pussy like woo
  [Hook: Meek Mill & (French Montana)]
  [Verse 3: K Kutta]
  [?]
  When a car pull up
  Ya'll niggas slippin', with the window rolled up
  That choppa with the whip [?]
  Ain't no God, ain't no [?]
  Just your body, [?] and blood [?]
  I'm bout that life, I don't play no game
  That street shit lame
  In the booth you know I'm flame
  [?] in the game
  MGB, come and get that bang
  That Marley [?]
  MMG, cut that check
  Plus a rollie and a chain
  Ya'll niggas fake like [?]
  [?] ghost, drop the top
  Bad bitch, suck my cock [?]
  In the crib or in the car
  Pussy nigga hatin' cause I'm a star
  Pussy nigga hatin' like [?]
  Pussy nigga [?] like who ya are
  Pussy [?] around my cock
  [Hook: Meek Mill & (French Montana)]
  [Verse 4: Torch]
  You ain't about that ye
  You ain't never seen a brick roll down a whole tray
  All I know is gunplay
  And my nigga gunplay anytime broad day
  I be stackin' that cash
  I be [?] ya'll stay
  I ain't even tryin' to aim everybody in that bitch
  Get that straight y'all can push that drop, I done whip [?]
  I can flip that molly you ain't seen anybody
  I ain't run my dough
  I ain't even seen a nigga [?] in they own blood
  Had a white [?]
  She screamin' I'm dead
  My niggas gettin' bread
  My niggas beat the feds
  Every night I send they a photo on my bed
  You ain't bout that life, that life
  Keep a hundred shots in that [?]
  [?] on my dash
  Thousand grams of that white
  [?] my watch
  [?] my cuban
  Courtside like my cuban
  You gettin' money then prove it
  [Hook: Meek Mill & (French Montana)]
  [Verse 5: Iceberg]
  When they sit on [?] and they sit on [?]
  With niggas who snipe
  With a big ol' fire
  Nigga sit on down, yous a goddamn joke
  Whatchu out there doin?
  You goin' get yourself hurt [?]
  These guns really shoot and these packs really move
  And I keep them m's, and ya'll niggas still playin'
  I'm tryin' to build my bread lil nigga
  I can't hear, lil nigga I kill for a grand
  What the fuck is you saying
  I'm tryin' to shower my bitches with black box
  [?] someone's baby momma
  Fuck nigga keep talkin' crazy
  I'mma buy your bitch and start claiming your [?] nigga
  All my whips are from across the border nigga
  If you a fuck nigga i'll fuckin' shoot a nigga
  When we pull up ho's get starstruck
  This live house
  MMG, I'mma teach you fuck niggas to boss up
  [Verse 6: Diddy]
  Man these niggas ain't bout that life, naw
  And this shit they talkin' I got that twice
  Bitch I'm Diddy ho fuck your advice
  I said bitch I'm Diddy ho fuck your life
  Ho shut your mouth when you in the presence of kings
  I ball like LeBron but I got a couple more rings
  I got love for all my hatin' niggas I heard you said some things
  You bitch niggas need love too I might take you under my wing
  [Verse 7: Rick Ross]
  Car expensive, jack a nigga
  What they know? I head crack a nigga
  Shots fired dont ask a nigga
  Gangsta got killed by a rappin' nigga
  I'm Michael Corleone
  Scarface bitch I got it goin' on
  One time for all the feds watchin'
  Get inside tips when your money long
  Got big, my plan bigger
  I'm a die tryna squeeze my damn trigger
  Think when you touch that 50 m
  Victory white, I got five of them
  Pull up on the corner with shinin' rims
  Smiling like a nigga when he got a deal
  Dying, always on my mind for real
  Empire, always what I want to build

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  Roman's Revenge (freestyle)show lyrics

  Roman's Revenge (freestyle)

  [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'?

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  Run This Townshow lyrics

  Run This Town

  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,

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  She Likes It

  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

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  Shine'nshow lyrics

  Shine'n

  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,

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  Spazzinshow lyrics

  Spazzin

  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

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  Stand Up Nigga

  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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  Swgga Surfinshow lyrics

  Swgga Surfin

  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

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  The Futureshow lyrics

  The Future

  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]

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  The Motto Freestyle

  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

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  Tony Montana (freestyle)show lyrics

  Tony Montana (freestyle)

  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

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  Flamers 2show lyrics

  Flamers 2

  [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
  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 I'm juss living at da speed of light

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  Summertimeshow lyrics

  Summertime

  R.I.P to all the young n***as that couldn't make it here
  Ain't no love in the summertime
  I'm kinda hot right now
  I think I'll let the clock wind down
  We must've hit the finish line
  Cause ain't no love in the summertime (x7)
  Ain't no love in the summertime
  Where young n***as dying for a pair of number nine
  Jordans, They got it scorching on the other side
  Ever see a n***a get murdered and see his mother cry
  Prolly one of the reasons I never cried
  Trying to ball for a hundred summers and never die
  Last time I seen my daddy I had to tell him bye
  Rolling down in the ground mama couldn't tell me why
  So I was on the corner all them late nights
  Young n***a out there swimming with the great whites
  Cops always shining on me like a stage light
  There was no time for stage fright
  n***as bustle, medics rushing clearing the scene
  Young n***as was dying boy I pray its never my team
  So we out here strapping
  Before this rapping I was trapping
  I'm talking middle of summer when n***as get put in caskets oh!
  I'm kinda hot right now
  I think I'll let the clock wind down
  We must've hit the finish line
  Cause ain't no love in the summertime (x7)
  My momma had me young and my daddy he was gone to the pen
  So I grew up thuggin' with my friends chasing ends
  Hopefully sit in a Benz
  Rapping just what I live no need to pretend
  I been outchea long, daddy he was gone
  And what's crazy about that I don't know when he coming home
  But that don't stop shit I still be in my fucking zone
  I've been the king of this shit give me my motherfucking throne
  n***a If I could go back I wouldn't rewind shit
  I started taking over n***as got behind quick
  Then friends started switching bitches start acting different
  But I can't get off my mission guess its just my ambition
  I'm kinda hot right now
  I think I'll let the clock wind down
  We must've hit the finish line
  Cause ain't no love in the summertime (x7)

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  Body Countshow lyrics

  Body Count

  [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

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  Black & Yellow (freestyle)show lyrics

  Black & Yellow (freestyle)

  [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

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  Burn (ft. Big Sean)show lyrics

  Burn (ft. Big Sean)

  [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

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  Brush Em Offshow lyrics

  Brush Em Off

  [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

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  Amen (ft. Drake & Jeremih)show lyrics

  Amen (ft. Drake & Jeremih)

  [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

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  A1 Everything (ft. Kendrick Lamar)show lyrics

  A1 Everything (ft. Kendrick Lamar)

  [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

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  Big Dreamsshow lyrics

  Big Dreams

  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

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  Believe Me (ft. Dave Patten)show lyrics

  Believe Me (ft. Dave Patten)

  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

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  I Want It All Ft. Mel Luvshow lyrics

  I Want It All Ft. Mel Luv

  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

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  Meek Mill

  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,

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  G5 Freestyleshow lyrics

  G5 Freestyle

  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

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  Real Niggas Come Firstshow lyrics

  Real Niggas Come First

  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

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  REALshow lyrics

  REAL

  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,

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  Audemarshow lyrics

  Audemar

  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

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  Lay Up

  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

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  Young Kings

  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

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  Polo & Shell Tops

  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

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  House Party

  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

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  Hottest In Tha Cityshow lyrics

  Hottest In Tha City

  [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

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  Give It To Em

  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,

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  Get Dis Money

  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)

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  I'm Meshow lyrics

  I'm Me

  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

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  I'm A Bossshow lyrics

  I'm A Boss

  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?

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  I Want Em All

  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

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  Hustle Hard

  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

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  G's Up

  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

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  Fuck Bitches Get Money

  [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

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  Heaven Or Hell (ft. Gourdan & Jadakiss)

  [Intro]
  We all get caught in our own sins
  Sometimes I have to remind myself
  That on my worst day I live like somebody on their greatest
  Don't let your demons take you to hell, introduce them to heaven
  [Hook]
  Some niggas go to college, some niggas go to jail
  Some make it into heaven, some make it into hell
  Nobody want to lose, nobody want to fail
  Nobody want to die, nobody want to kill
  The things we do just to make it through
  But nobody want to lose, nobody want to fail
  Nobody want to die, we're just tryna live our life
  [Verse 1: Meek Mill]
  Look, I got homies in the ground, skeleton and bones
  And niggas doing life, they ain't ever coming home
  They said I wouldn't make it or never see the throne
  And my baby mama hate me cause she said I did her wrong
  Cause I left to chase my dream, get it any means
  I said that I'll be back, she wasn't listening to me
  That back and forth arguing was getting in between
  I said fuck them other niggas, I go get it with my team
  If we all grind, we all shine, fuck a part time
  I used to play the block early morning and dark time
  Now it's G5 flights, fuck a depart time
  It was hard times, nigga now it's our time
  Just take a look at my life, rapping brought me back to life
  Cause I was in them streets, my heart was cold as a pack of ice
  Every night we strapping like we was in Iraq to fight
  Cause niggas getting murdered [?]
  Wow, I got a MAC at home to my son
  On them pappers with a firm hold on his gun
  Before I snitch y'all gotta burn a hole in my tongue
  Give me a hundred years in that hole [?]
  In boiling water, in the world of no order
  In the hood ain't no loyalty, ain't no world for your daughter
  Ain't no life for your brother, [?] life for my mother
  I'mma get the fam right, nigga you damn right
  [Hook]
  [Verse 2: Jadakiss]
  Yeah, I used to pop a lot of shit, now I keep it moderate
  These niggas know I been iced out, hopping out of shit
  Right now I'm praying for my son to get this scholarship
  A nice university, one of these black colleges
  Far as the hood go, I acknowledge it
  But whoever ain't a snake usually a follower
  Luckily, I can tell a difference
  My man coming home, my other man getting sentenced
  Soft niggas usually send the hate through the bitches
  Jealous Instagram niggas hating on your pictures
  We dream chasing, y'all niggas walking behind wishes
  Without working for it, not often you find riches
  Some niggas find coffins others just find ditches
  Just ask around 'bout the militia, they malicious
  D-block, finish that and cop more dope
  I'm two-stroke, you four-stroke
  If you got enough cigars we can all smoke
  Ain't nothing all good when you all broke
  So we could never be equal
  Never bite the hand that'll feed you
  Never fear a man if he bleed too
  Some niggas need a head shot, some niggas need two
  Play sweet in these streets and they'll leave you
  You can't see the devil, he's see through
  [Hook]

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  Young And Gettin It

  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

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  Str8 Like That

  [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]

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  Who You're Aroundshow lyrics

  Who You're Around

  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

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  From Da Bottom (ft. Guordan)show lyrics

  From Da Bottom (ft. Guordan)

  [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?

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  In God We Trustshow lyrics

  In God We Trust

  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

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  The Rideshow lyrics

  The Ride

  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

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  I Get It

  [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

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  Take U Homeshow lyrics

  Take U Home

  [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!

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  She Don't Know

  [Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
  She my fasho chick
  Still trying to get some more chicks
  Might end up with no chick
  If my bitch find out but
  What she don't know won't hurt her
  What she don't know won't hurt her
  What she don't know won't hurt her
  What she don't know won't hurt her
  Ya ya
  [Verse 1: Meek Mill]
  I fell in love with my side bitch
  And its funny cause she wasn't even my bitch
  Fly **** had her open like a locksmith
  She was nominated for the best to ever ride ****
  She like girl [?] a side bitch
  And you won't ever catch me with a thot bitch
  Cali-forn-i-a I'm up at Toxic
  Smoking on bomb ****, looking for a dime bitch
  Cause I ain't with the nonsense
  I don't spend no money, ain't got no time spent
  On these ho ass bitches that ain't got ****
  Cause that'll be the same ho to run their mouth quick
  And if my girl find out she might hurt us
  That pussy ain't worth getting murdered
  I hope you keep it on the low, I might just give you **** and dough
  I hope that she don't ever know
  [Hook]
  [Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
  Just had sex with a blasian
  She ain't my bitch but she think it
  She be cooking and cleaning
  She got her nails done and her feet did
  She think I don't know nothing
  Her ex figure got a new phone number
  Put her up in some new ****
  With her best friend
  [?]
  Why a bitch gon' tell me no
  She ain't got no panties on
  She came ready to go
  [Hook]
  [Outro: Ty Dolla $ign]
  I'm grinding on you, you grinding on me I'm all in your ****
  I'm feeling like money, you feeling that drank, you feeling this ****

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  Faded Too Longshow lyrics

  Faded Too Long

  [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

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  Flamers Freestyle

  [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

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  Flexin On Em

  [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

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  Forever

  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,

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  Don't Panic

  [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!

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  Dreamchasers

  [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

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  Everydayshow lyrics

  Everyday

  [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

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  Face Downshow lyrics

  Face Down

  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

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  Do Dat Dere

  [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

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  Dont Do It

  [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

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  10 Bottles

  [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