"Championships" (2018)

• Intro lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Rick Ross)
• Trauma lyrics - Meek Mill
• Uptown Vibes lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Fabolous, Anuel AA)
• On Me lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Cardi B)
• What's Free lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Rick Ross & Jay-Z)
• Respect The Game lyrics - Meek Mill
• Splash Warning lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Future, Roddy Ricch and Young Thug)
• Championships lyrics - Meek Mill
• Going Bad lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Drake)
• Almost Slipped lyrics - Meek Mill
• Tic Tac Toe lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Kodak Black)
• 24/7 lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Ella Mai)
• Oodles O' Noodles Babies lyrics - Meek Mill
• Pay You Back lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. 21 Savage)
• 100 Summers lyrics - Meek Mill
• Wit The Shits (W.T.S) lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Melii)
• Stuck in My Ways lyrics - Meek Mill
• Dangerous lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Jeremih, PnB Rock)
• Cold Hearted II lyrics - Meek Mill

Intro lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Rick Ross)

Yeah
We in the championship
We was down 3-1
Yeah
(I can feel it coming in the air tonight)
Philly, Champions of the United States (Oh lord)
(And I've been waiting for this moment for all my life)
Yeah, turn me up Cruz (Oh Lord)

Uh
Bombin' on any of them niggas that want the smoke (Woo!)
Nigga, this a big boy Phantom, this ain't a Ghost (It ain't)
Had to take the wave from them niggas and then they toast (Fuck 'em)
They ain't have no sympathy for me when I was broke (Amen, amen)
Lord, forgive me (Lord, forgive me) for all my sins (All my sins)
Took so many risks just to get a Benz (Get a Benz)
Pray for my niggas (All my niggas), all my friends (Yeah)
In the trenches, warring with killas, we been getting it in

32 shots in my new Glock (Yes!)
Niggas wanna hit me like I'm 2Pac (Yes!)
Bad bitch, fuck me in my Gucci tube socks (Yes!)
'Member when I spit my re-up on a oowop, whoa!
Your favorite rapper a mumble rapper
Walk up in this bitch, a bunch of killers and humble trappers
I can't go to Hollywood, too caught in this jungle action
Where niggas that'll smoke you go and murder your brother after, whoa
Big dog, nigga, I'm a big dog (Big dog)
Tricks say they need that dope, they having withdraws (Yeah)
I put on my yellow diamonds when I'm pissed off
I'm so rich that I can't even fuck a bitch raw, whoa
Do you know the feeling? (Do you?)
Being irritated 'cause you gotta count a million? (Ah!)
All this fucking money, I ain't got no time for chilling
We took risks to live like this through all that killing and drug dealing
You my nigga, I fuck with you, we gon' thug it out
Say it's beef, we going to war, nigga, let's slug it out
Big Backwood, we at your door, blooder in your fucking house
I heard your daddy was a rat, so you a fucking mouse, nigga

Pouring champagne 'cause all my niggas dead (Niggas dead)
If they ain't in the graveyard, then they in the feds (Facts!)
I give a fuck if that crown heavy, put it on my head (Put it up!)
Take it to the jeweler, bust it down before I wear it (Yeah)
Woo! 'Cause I'm a king, just like Martin Luther (Martin Luther)
I ain't a hater, fuck my bitch, nigga, I salute ya (Salute)
I be flying giant chopper like that shit was Uber
We finally made it out them trenches nigga, Hallelujah, whoa!

Balling like a hot boy (Yea, yeah)
Diamonds dancing on me more than JB Blocboy (Dance, dance)
I'm a boss, I'm the one that call the shots, boy (Shots)
You a thottie, I won't cuff you like a cop, whore (Like a cop)
No way! Ooh, I just cashed out
How the fuck you turn a rental to a glass house?
How the fuck you get a two to four bail out?
Got your favorite Instagram bitch with her ass out, hey

Make her touch her toes, make her touch her toes (Touch it, touch it)
Running back a milly every couple shows (Runnin' up)
Trappin' at the Waldorf, we just fuckin' hoes (Ah!)
And they lovin' that Chanel, they gon' sell they souls (Yeah)
Brought up through the gutter, I ain't never bold (Brought up)
You would think this Wheel Of Fortune, how we selling O's (Yeah)
Plug just called, he got another load
He know I'ma get 'em sold

Bring her out that Birkin
Young niggas still fucking all the baddest bitches on earth
When I'm off in them trenches, I'm a Hotboy, like Turk
30 shot it's itching, and that Glock, boy, that's work
You can get popped, pussy, no twerk, ho!
Nigga, we tryna make that money machine break ('Chine break)
Shooting 'em out that van like it's Team 8 (Team 8)
Nigga, we used to trap it by the green gate (Gate)
80's baby, that cooked crack up in my DNA, ho!

Oh, scary hours
Walk inside of LIV, they gon' have to fetti shower
You knew what it was when you had to let me out it
Living like the plug, nigga, I ain't selling powder, no way
Big bags, talking Santa Claus
Got 3 hoes off that molly ripping panties off
Flying private to Dubai, we off them Xanny bars
Oh, scary hours, turn the cameras off, please

Trauma lyrics - Meek Mill

(Used to be a dreamer)
(But you know I've found...)

Uh, my mama used to pray that she'd see me in Yale
It's fucked up she gotta see me in jail
On the visit with Lil' Papi, it hurt
Even though I seen her be well
They got a smoker with a key to my cell, damn

And even worse, my dad black, don't wanna see me do well
It's either that or black people for sale
Gave me 2 to 4 years like, "Fuck your life"
Meet me in hell and let it burn like Lucifer
You look even stupider tryin' to impress them people in power with power abusin' us
For 44 dollars a hour, you coward, they're using you
Was it self-hate that made you send me upstate?
This where the so-called "Real niggas" sweeping up for cupcakes
And that's your phone time
If you ain't got no money, you ain't online
Hey call your son, call your daughter just to wish them all prime
Oh God, don't let them streets get a hold of them
Your daughter fuckin' now, it's gon be a cold summer
Your son trappin' and your homie givin' O's to him
And if he fuck that paper up, he puttin' holes through him
And you just wanna make it home, so you can show it to him
And them people ain't finna give no parole to you
They want blood

We all hangin' with a noose on our neck
My celly mom just died, he wanna use my collect
And he won't make it to the wake unless he give 'em a check
We still niggas though, what you expect?

I just want
I was on the corner with the wreath
Man, they got us warrin' for our freedom
See my brother blood on the pavement
How you wake up in the mornin' feelin' evil?
Huh, trauma
When them drugs got a hold of your mamma
And the drugs got a hold on your father
Go to school, bullet holes in the walls

Ain't no PTSD's, them drugs keep it at ease
They shot that boy twenty times when they coulda told him just freeze
Coulda put him in a cop car, but they let him just bleed
"The ambulance, it comin' baby, just breathe"
That's what the old lady said when she screamed
It's Nightmare on Elm Street, Friday the 13th
And in the 13th Amendment, it don't say that we kings
It say we legally slaves if we go to the pen

They told Kaep "Stand up, you wanna play for a team"
And all his teammates ain't saying a thing (Stay woke)
If you don't stand for nothin', you gon' fall for somethin'
And in the 60's, if you kneeled, you'd probably be killed
But they don't kill you now, they just take you out of your deal
Kill your account, liquid money gets spilled (Check it)
And they don't kill you now, they just take you out of your deal
Kill your account, liquid money gets spilled

I just want
I was on the corner with the wreath
Man, they got us warrin' for our freedom
See my brother blood on the pavement
How you wake up in the mornin' feelin' evil?
Huh, trauma
When them drugs got a hold of your mamma
And the drugs got a hold on your father
Go to school, bullet holes in the walls

How many times you send me to jail to know that I won't fail?
Invisible shackles on the king, 'cause shit, I'm on bail
I went from selling out arenas, now shit, I'm on sale
Them cold nights startin' to feel like hell, uhh
Watching a black woman take my freedom
Almost made me hate my people
When they label you felon, it's like they tellin' you they not equal
11 years goin' to court knowin' they might keep you will drive you crazy
23 hours in a cell, somebody save me
I'm on a jail car, tryna explain it to my baby
I gotta do the calendar twice, and that's a maybe
Trauma

I just want
I was on the corner with the wreath
Man, they got us warrin' for our freedom
See my brother blood on the pavement
How you wake up in the mornin' feelin' evil?
Huh, trauma
When them drugs got a hold of your mamma
And the drugs got a hold on your father
Go to school, bullet holes in the walls

Uptown Vibes lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Fabolous, Anuel AA)

[Meek Mill:]
Papamitrou Boi
Spanish bitch, from uptown
I pull up, bust down
Yeah, oh

Ven aquí, diamonds choke, I choke my Spanish loca
In the kitchen, whippin' that dope up, you can smell her odor
Prob gon' pitch it, we gon' hit it like we Sammy Sosa (Gimme that)
Put that Bentley to the limit, you can smell her odor
Ho, Spanish bitches call me "Chulo"
When I'm pullin' up in that two door
Diamonds different color, uno
All these hunnids on me, mami
Man, my pockets look like sumo
I got money out the ass, I finger pop you in your culo
When I hit you with that, you know (You know)
You know, smoke a little hookah (Hookah)
Kick it like it's Judo (Judo)
Let you hit the OG (OG)
Sip some 42 though (Yeah)
And when we get in mood, I'ma dog it like I'm Cujo, woah

Heard they tryna steal the wave, cut it out, cut it out
Spicy mamis on the way, bust it down, bust it down
Saw my watch, she love the way I flood it out, ayy
Talk to me nice, show you what these Bentleys 'bout, woah
Pipe down, throwin' up shots
First we shut them down, then we open up shop
Realest nigga around just in case y'all forgot
They've been tryna stop the wave, but the wave don't stop

[Fabolous:]
Uptown, nigga
I was down, but they see I'm up now, nigga
Head high 'cause I'm holdin' up my crown, nigga
Never told even through the ups and downs, nigga
And if I D'usse, it's a cup of brown, nigga
Only way I double cross is
I just keep spinning, only to make 'em nauseous
Dimelo, mami, like salsa, we could dip
I'm just tryna see you dance, salsa on the dick, woah
It went down, she came up, you know
Y'all take shots, y'all aim up, you know
Hate on low, but we fly high, you know
Talk is cheap, free WiFi, woah

[Meek Mill (Anuel AA):]
Heard they tryna steal the wave, cut it out, cut it out
Spicy mamis on the way, bust it down, bust it down
Saw my watch, she love the way I flood it out, ayy
Talk to me nice, show you what these Bentleys 'bout, woah
Pipe down, throwin' up shots (Brrr)
First we shut them down, then we open up shop (Anuel, ah)
Realest nigga around just in case y'all forgot (Mera, dime Spiff, los intocables, cabrón)
They've been tryna stop the wave but the wave don't stop (Ah, brrr, haha)

[Anuel AA:]
Vo' a estar al volante (Volante) de la vuelta 'el cantante (Brrr)
Que tiene guerra con los narcotraficantes (Ahh)
Hijo 'e puta, tengo cuatro rutas (Movie)
Y lo' vendo a treinta y dos como Karl Malone en Utah (Utah)
Louis Vuitton, Dolce y Versace (Haha)
Vo' a morirme millonario, Los Illuminati (Los Illuminati)
La glope' y las puta' en el bote (Brrr)
Y las nalga' como Jennifer Lopez, brrr (Ah)
Y ella rebota ese culote
Y yo le mamo ese totito pa' que no me bote (Pa' que no me bote)
Yo tengo diez dracotes (Brrr)
Y tenemos trece R (Ah) y mil soldados pa' to' estos bichotes (Haha)
Brrr

[Meek Mill:]
Heard they tryna steal the wave, cut it out, cut it out
Spicy mamis on the way, bust it down, bust it down
Saw my watch, she love the way I floor it out, ayy
Talk to me nice, show you what this Bentleys 'bout, woah
Pipe down, throwin' up shots
First we shut them down, then we open up shop
Realest nigga around just in case y'all forgot
They've been tryna stop the wave but the wave don't stop

On Me lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Cardi B)

[Meek Mill:]
Yeah, reportin' live from the northside of litty city
You fuck my bitch, I'ma keep it player
I just want you to know that we the Navy Seals
We gon' strike your whole motherfucking platoon, nigga
Gang
Bangladesh
Ugh

Three bad bitches, fuckin' on me
Top floor at my penthouse, yeah
Young rich nigga, I'm on my roll
Fuckin' them hoes in my flip-flops, yeah
Fuck her, that troll and this hip-hop, woah
Nigga play me, gon' get shot (Brr)
Quarter mil' 'caine, my wrist white, woah
Bust down, Patek don't tick-tock, no
We got them birds in a drought
I caught a plaque and they hittin' it raw
This life I'm living be trippin' me out 'cause I just light a flamers, be spittin' in my mouth (Ew)
I'ma buy a bird for a project bitch
Rolls truck coming, I'ma cop that shit
Ass all fat, tell her pop that shit like (Booty, booty, booty, booty)
Every red bottom, know I got that shit
Post it on the Gram, but you not that lit
Your favorite rapper is not that rich (Booty, booty, booty, booty)
Fly Dubai on Emirates
Only fly a mob that's with the shits
All bad hoes need discipline (Booty, booty, booty, booty)

I want a freak nasty ho, and I want all bad bitches
I'm in a red 'Sace robe, fuckin' on all bad bitches
(Booty, booty, booty, booty)
I want a brand new Rolls, and I want all bad bitches
I want a freak nasty ho, that'll grant all my wishes
(Booty, booty, booty, booty)
Tell her come- fuck on me, tell her come fuck on me
Fuck on me, tell her come fuck on me
I want a freak nasty ho, and I want all bad bitches
I want a freak nasty ho, that'll grant all my wishes, yeah

[Cardi B:]
(Cardi) I bought my money ring, your's out (Woo)
Red Lamborghini with the doors out (Ugh)
I hit them the mall, clear stores out (Ugh)
Hit it to your face, get pores out, yeah
(Booty, booty, booty, booty)
I been hard workin' and humble
Believe me, I've heard of the mumble (Look)
I'm just gon' leave it alone (Yeah)
'Cause I would put burners to bundles
Bitches are miserable, they are so typical
Hating is cheap, not my material
Look where I'm at, run back to years ago
I used to strip, now I keep a different pole (Cardi)
I do not fuck with your kind, no
I do not fuck with your vibe, no
I am a big, boss bitch, I do not come in your size, no
(Booty, booty, booty)
I seen a bitch tryna switch sides (Switch)
Then jump back, tryna dick ride (No)
But I ain't really worried about these hoes (Huh?)
Cause bitches are hurt, D. Rose (Yeah)
Gucci bags, 40 count stickin' out (Ugh)
If they want the smoke, then I give it out (Ugh)
I might leave my robe at your nigga house
Give you two something to figure out
I seen all these shots and they brick, brick, brick
Try something new ho, quick, quick quick
Body bag, body bag, zip, zip, zip (Booty, booty, booty, booty)

[Meek Mill:]
I want a freak nasty ho, and I want all bad bitches
I'm in a red 'Sace robe, fuckin' on all bad bitches
(Booty, booty, booty, booty)
I want a brand new Rolls, and I want all bad bitches
I want a freak nasty ho, that'll grant all my wishes
(Booty, booty, booty, booty)
Tell her come- fuck on me, tell her come fuck on me
Fuck on me, tell her come fuck on me
I want a freak nasty ho, and I want all bad bitches
I want a freak nasty ho, that'll grant all my wishes, yeah

[Distorted, Meek Mill and Cardi B:]
I want a freak nasty ho
Freak, freak nasty ho
I'm in a red 'Sace robe (Robe, robe)
(Booty, booty, booty, booty)
I do not come in your size
Brand new Rolls, all bad bitches
I want a freak nasty ho
I seen a bitch go an' switch sides

[Meek Mill:]
I want a freak nasty ho, and I want all bad bitches
I'm in a red 'Sace robe, fuckin' on all bad bitches
(Booty, booty, booty, booty)
I want a brand new Rolls, and I want all bad bitches
I want a freak nasty ho, that'll grant all my wishes
(Booty, booty, booty, booty)
Tell her come- fuck on me, tell her come fuck on me
Fuck on me, tell her come fuck on me
I want a freak nasty ho, and I want all bad bitches
I want a freak nasty ho, that'll grant all my wishes, yeah
(Booty, booty, booty, booty)

What's Free lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Rick Ross & Jay-Z)

[Meek Mill:]
You know what free is nigga?

What's free?
Free is when nobody else could tell us what to be
Free is when the TV ain't controllin' what we see
Told my niggas "I need you"
Through all the fame you know I stay true
Pray my niggas stay free
Made a few mistakes but this ain't where I wanna be
Before I'm judged by 12, put a 12 on my V
Told my niggas, "I need you"
Stay up I know these times ain't true
Real life, what's free

[Rick Ross:]
Since a lad, I was cunning
Just got a pad out in London
I keep stackin' my money, I need a ladder by summer
AK shots, niggas duckin' stray shots
Been a Top Dawg, that's before the K.Dots
Crackin' in '06, immaculate showmanship
Talk it like you Mitch, disastrous on the strip
Holdin' on your bitch, coulda never sold you a brick
With them people you never been on a list
Mona Lisa to me ain't nothin' but a bitch
Hanging pictures like niggas swinging from his dick
We so different you thought these didn't exist
The Megalodon never seen on his wrist
I'm from the South where they never make it this rich
God is the greatest, but Satan been on his shit
Walkin' the pavement, I pray I'm illuminated
Over a decade and never nobody's favorite
Pot and kilo go hand in hand like we gamblin' huf
My amigo, a million grams and we countin' 'em up
You was dead broke, I let you hold a pack
You paid for it, but I fucked around and stole the track
Screaming "gang gang" now you wanna rap
Racketeering charges caught him on a tap
Lookin' for a bond lawyers wanna tax
Purple hair got them faggots on your back

[Meek Mill:]
What's free?
Free is when nobody else could tell us what to be
Free is when the TV ain't controlling what we see
Told my niggas "I need you"
Through all the fame you know I stay true
Pray my niggas stay free
Made a few mistakes but this ain't where I wanna be
Before I'm judged by 12, put a 12 on my V
Told my niggas "I need you"
Stay up I know these times ain't true
Real life, what's free?

Fed investigations, heard they plottin' like I trap
20 mil' in cash, they know I got that off a rap
Maybe it's the Michael Rubins or the Robert Krafts
Or the billionaire from Marcy ain't no way they got my back
Seein' how I prevailed now they try to knock me back, uh
Lock me in the cell for all them nights and I won't snap, uh
Two-fifty a show and they still think I'm sellin' crack
When you bring my name up to the judge just tell em' facts
Tell em how we fundin' all these kids to go to college
Tell him how we ceasin' all these wars, stoppin' violence
Tryna fix the system and the way they designed it
I think they want me silenced (Shush)
Oh say can you see
I don't feel like I'm free
Locked down in my cell, shackled from ankle to feet
Judge bangin' that gavel turned me to slave from a king
Another day in the bing, I gotta hang from a string
Just for poppin' a wheelie, my people march in the city
From a cell to a chopper view from the top of the city
You can tell how we rockin' soon as I pop up we litty
Poppin' like Bad Boy in '94, Big Poppa and Diddy
And niggas counted me out like my accountant ain't busy
That's five milli' in twenties, sit up and count 'til I'm dizzy
Phantom, five hundred thousand, hundred round in a stizzy
Is we beefin' or rappin', I might just pop up with Drizzy like

What's free?
Free is when nobody else could tell us what to be
Free is when the TV ain't controlling what we see
Told my niggas 'I need you'
Through all the fame you know I stay true
Pray my niggas stay free
Made a few mistakes but this ain't where I wanna be
Before I'm judged by 12, put a 12 on my V
Told my niggas 'I need you'
Stay up I know these times ain't true
Real life, what's free?

[Jay-Z:]
In the land of the free, where the blacks enslaved
Three-fifth's of a man I believe's the phrase
I'm 50% of D'usse and it's debt free (Yeah)
100% of Ace of Spades, worth half a B (Uh)
Roc Nation, half of that, that's my piece
Hunnid percent of Tidal to bust it up with my G's
Since most of my niggas won't ever work together
You run a cheque up but they never give you leverage
No red hat, don't Michael and Prince me and Ye
They separate you when you got Michael and Prince's DNA, uh
I ain't one of these house niggas you bought
My house like a resort, my house bigger than yours
My spou- (C'mon man)
My route better of course
We started without food in our mouth
They gave us pork and pig intestines
Shit you discarded that we ingested, we made the project a wave
You came back, reinvested and gentrified it
Took nigga's sense of pride
Now how that's free?
And the people stole their soul and hit niggas with 360's
I ain't got a billion streams, got a billion dollars
Inflating numbers like we 'posed to be happy about this
We was praisin' Billboard but we were young
Now I look at Billboard like 'Is you dumb?'
To this day, Grandma 'fraid of what I might say
They gon' have to kill me Grandmama, I'm not they slave (Ha-ha-ha)
Check out the bizarre rappin' style used by me the HOV
Look at my hair free, care free
Niggas ain't near free
Enjoy your chains, whats your employer name with the hair piece?
I survived the hood, can't no Shaytan rob me
My accountant's so good I'm practically livin' tax free
Factory, that's me
Sold drugs, got away scot-free
That's a CC, E-copy
Guilt free, still me
And they expect me to not feel a way to this day
You would say y’all kill me
Sucker free, no shuckin me
I don't jive turkey
Say “Happy Thanksgiving"
Shit sound like murder to me
Smoke free
All of y'all calling out toll free
Labels rob you for millions yet you wanna put a hole in me
Sugar free, seasoned but I'm salt free
Lay a hand on Hov, my shooter shoot for free
I promise World War three
Send an order through a hands free, kill you in 24 hours or shorter you can't ignore the hand speed
On god, it's off the head this improv
But it's no comedy
Sign I fail, hell naw (Ha-ha-ha)

Respect The Game lyrics - Meek Mill

Yah
Big bag, got 'em big mad
A nigga gettin' to some money and his bitch bad
Jumpin' out the Rolls truck with the temp tag
I'm gettin' money, I don't get mad, ugh
Ask a nigga in my hood, he go and said it on stand
And when them situations came, I came out like a champ
When it was pourin' down rain and I came out of it damp
But now it's champagne showers when we poppin' the champ', ugh
We dodged all the feds and they traps
Niggas can't be us 'cause they rats
Stand tall, point a finger, never that
I knew a nigga had it all, went to the B, ain't get it back
That's why I'm humble as ever, and I rumble whatever
Don't chase hoes 'cause they come with this cheddar
I seen my man girl start actin' bougie when he fuck up his cheddar
Before you knew it, niggas was fuckin' her better
I knew about it and I-
Wanted to tell him, I felt funny as ever
But when I told him, he went runnin' to tell her, damn
Remember I was down bad, I'm talkin' under the cellar
Now the Rolls Royces come with umbrellas
For the rain and all the pain that we been through
If you don't feed your wolves they gon' put you on the menu
That's why I be with family and some bulls that I been knew
If money determined loyalty, we'd cut you with a Ginsu
Now I go against you, facts

Rule number one, never count your homie pockets thinkin' you deserve it
Rule number two, never trust a bitch that'll fuck you for some purses
Rule number three, save you some of that money, shit you better stop splurgin'
'Cause when it's all said and done and you back at the bottom, they gon' treat you like you worthless
Respect the game

Fuck the fame
We millionaires fuck your watch and lil' chain
Niggas disappear as quick as Lil Xan
You feelin' yourself, I know you got a lil' lane
Just hold your composure, I seen this shit happen over and over
That couple hundred thousand holdin' you over
That ain't real money
That's bill money, buy a Rollie, get a wheel money
Catch a case, pay a lawyer, take a deal money
Now you tapped out and got no appeal money
Callin' home like niggas done did you wrong
But when you had that money you could've put niggas on
And the moment they put cuffs on you, your bitch was gone
Student of the game, I'm just ahead of my class
I'm that nigga, but I never got my head up my ass
You doin' good, but I'm ready for bad
And you won't never catch me frontin' 'cause I'm used to bein' second to last
Respect the game

Rule number one, never count your homie pockets thinkin' you deserve it
Rule number two, never trust a bitch that'll fuck you for some purses
Rule number three, save you some of that money, shit you better stop splurgin'
'Cause when it's all said and done and you back at the bottom, they gon' treat you like you worthless
Respect the game

Splash Warning lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Future, Roddy Ricch and Young Thug)

[Future:]
Okay, ye ye, ye ye, wo-wo-wo, ay, ay

[Future:]
In that new Shahpar, ooh ooh
That's a car, ooh ooh
Money, money, ah ooh ooh
Big boss, ooh ooh
In that Richie Mille, it don't tick tock, hoo hoo
Splash warning, hoo hoo, ooh ooh
I be cookin' coco out the pot, pot, ye ye
I just gave away my lil thot, thot , ye ye
I just skrrt off in a robot, yay yay
Pushed one button the top go in the trunk, uh huh, uh huh

[Future:]
One one thousand grams I make it jump, uh huh, okay
Popped out in Yves Saint Laurent, okay, okay
I juug two thousand bands every month, okay, okay
I could get you anything you want, okay okay
Dog food, anything you want, okay okay
Any hoe you choose, which one you want? Okay, okay

[Roddy Ricch:]
I put all my dogs in Saint Laurent, yeah yeah
We had the fiends jumping at the spot, yeah yeah
I was whipping that dope up like a pot of spaghetti
The trap was hotter nigga had to fizz around the corner
Get the package every week I got the straps in Arizona
I flooded out the bitch I had to put the Patek on her

[Future:]
In that new Shahpar, ooh ooh
That's a car, ooh ooh
Money, money, ah ooh ooh
Big boss, ooh ooh
In that Richie Mille, it don't tick tock, hoo hoo
Splash warning, hoo hoo, ooh ooh
I be cookin' coco out the pot, pot, ye ye
I just gave away my lil thot, thot , ye ye
I just skrrt off in a robot, yay yay
Pushed one button the top go in the trunk, uh huh, uh huh

[Meek Mill:]
Shawty gonna pop that pussy for a Cash app, okay
Only gonna fuck that bitch twice if her ass fat, okay
I keep Benji Franklin in my nap sack, okay
I wanna sleep in that pussy, that's a cat nap, okay
Lambo truck, oh oh
Attract that bitch, your hoe
Chopper stick, two two
Threes lift your tutu
Please, you ain't cool cool
Run up on me, you lose
Hustle like I'm Nipsey
My bitch look like Lulu

[Young Thug:]
Tons money on his head cause we, cause we shottas
Diamonds blue and red, like a, like a cop car
Money on lil bitch, still ain't see what's the total
Heard he's on her crew, we gon' splash when they roll up

[Future:]
In that new Shahpar, ooh ooh
That's a car, ooh ooh
Money, money, ah ooh ooh
Big boss, ooh ooh
In that Richie Mille, it don't tick tock, hoo hoo
Splash warning, hoo hoo, ooh ooh
I be cookin' coco out the pot, pot, ye ye
I just gave away my lil thot, thot , ye ye
I just skrrt off in a robot, yay yay
Pushed one button the top go in the trunk, uh huh, uh huh

Championships lyrics - Meek Mill

Yeah, uh

All the youngins in my hood popping percs now
Gettin' high they get by, it's gettin' worse now
You gotta tell 'em put them guns and the percs down
Them new jails got ten yards in 'em and that's your first down, uh
And I ain't come here to preach
I just had to say somethin' 'cause I'm the one with the reach
Youngin' gotta quarter ounce, he tryna turn into Meech
Ain't had no daddy, he's had to learn from the streets
I used to be a honor roll student, damn
Then I turned to a beast
The first time I seen a nigga get some blood on his sneaks
He had on Air Max 93s but was slumped in the street
His mama cryin', that there's a sign to me, oh Lord
The shit I'm doin' for my hood I won't get an Award
I used to sell Reggie, damn how' I get to the Forbes
I take a shot if I miss I'm gettin' on boards
Ain't quittin' no more, like give me some more
We went Old Navy it felt like Christian Dior
Was dead broke but rich in soul, was we really that poor?
Was we really that dumb? 'Cause we carry a gun
And every nigga in my neighborhood carryin' one
'Cause we had nightmares of our mamas got to bury her son
I'm speakin' to you as a prophet as rare as they come, uh
Gunshots sound like music hangin' out the Buick
Why you wanna be a shooter?
Mama told me not to do it but I did it
Now I'm locked up in a prison
Callin' mama like I shouldn't have did it
Watch my dream shatter in an instant
I'm on a visit posin' for the picture
Like I'm going for my prom or somethin'
Like I ain't facing time or somethin'
Ride for these niggas like that shit ain't hurt my mom or somethin'
Only one gon' get me commissary or even buy me somethin'
When it all fall down
I can call y'all now
Even if I hit your phone
That won't get me home
Seen so many different times , these niggas did me wrong
Shit that's the reason that I did this song

Shit we was kids used to play on the step
A couple years later we flirtin' with the angel of death
I was eleven years old, I got my hands on the Tec
When I first touched it that shit gave me a rush
My homie's dying I'm like "Maybe we next"
That just made me a threat
Knowin' the niggas smoke my daddy it just made me upset
Made me a man shit I was five when God gave me my test
Go to court with a court apointed and he won't say object
Now it's you against the state and you ain't got no cake
Jail overpopulated they ain't got no space
I know a youngin' that got murked ain't get to drive no Wraith
But he in hearse on the way to church, I know his mom gon' faint
When she smell like embalment fluid, cologne all on her baby
Pastor said he sendin' you home, she goin' crazy
When they drop that casket all in the ground, who gon' save me?
How could you blame me? When I'm tryna stay alive and just survive and beat them odds when niggas die by twenty-five
When I stop fearin' for my life, when I decide to change my mind And stop tokin'
Tryna smoke the pain away, they lock us up for smoking
Put 'em on probation, lock you up if you ain't perfect
Victims of the system like a rain drop in the ocean
They closin' all the schools and all the prisons gettin' open

Yeah
See comin' from where I come from
We had to beat the streets
Beat the system, beat racism, beat poverty
And now we made it through all that we at the championship

Going Bad lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Drake)

[Drake (Future):]
Yeah
(Wheezy outta here)
G, G

[Drake:]
Back home, smokin' legal (Legal)
I got more slaps than The Beatles (Beatles)
Foreign shit runnin' on diesel, dawg
Playin' with my name, that shit is lethal, dawg (Who you say you was?)
Don Corleone
Trust me, at the top it isn't lonely (Strapped)
Everybody actin' like they know me, dawg
Don't just say you're down, you gotta show me (What you gotta do?)
Bring the clip back empty (It's empty)
You asked to see the boss, so they sent me, dawg (Sent me, dawg)
I just broke her off with a 10-piece, dawg (10-piece, dawg)
That ain't nothin', I'm just bein' friendly, dawg

It's just a lil' 10-piece for her
Just to blow it in the mall, doesn't mean that we're involved
I just... what? I just... uh, put a Richard on the card
I ain't grow up playin' ball, but I'll show you how the fuck you gotta do it
If you really wanna ball 'til you fall
When your back against the wall
And a bunch of niggas need you to go away
Still goin' bad on 'em anyway
Saw you last night, but did it broad day

Yeah, lot of Murakami in the hallway (What?)
Got a sticky and I keep it at my dawg's place
Girl, I left your love at Magic, now it's all shade
Still goin' bad on you anyway

[Meek Mill:]
Whoa, whoa, ooh, whoa
Whoa, whoa, ah

I could fit like 80 racks in my Amiris (80 racks)
Me and Drizzy back-to-back, it's gettin' scary (Back-to-back)
If you fuckin' with my opps, it's don't come near me (Get outta my way)
Put some bands all on your head like Jason Terry (Brrt, brrt, ooh)
Richard Mille cost a Lambo (That's a Lambo)
Known to keep the baddest bitches on commando (Salute)
Every time I'm in my trap, I move like Rambo (Extended)
Ain't a neighborhood in Philly that I can't go (That's a Fendi)
For real
She said, "Oh, you rich rich?" ("You rich rich")
Bitch, I graduated, call me "Big Fish" (Ballin')
I got Laurie Harrier on my wish list (That's Laurie)
That's the only thing I want for Christmas (True story, uh)
I've been had my way out here, yeah, know that's facts (Facts)
You ain't livin' that shit you sell, yeah, we know that's cap (That's cap)
You ain't got to ask me when you see me, know I'm strapped (Brrt)
DC, OVO, we back again, we goin' plat' (Ooh, ooh)

[Drake:]
It's just a lil' 10-piece for her
Just to blow it in the mall, doesn't mean that we're involved
I just... what? I just... uh, put a Richard on the card
I ain't grow up playin' ball, but I'll show you how the fuck you gotta do it
If you really wanna ball 'til you fall
When your back against the wall
And a bunch of niggas need you to go away
Still goin' bad on 'em anyway
Saw you last night, but did it broad day

[Future:]
Wheezy outta here

Almost Slipped lyrics - Meek Mill

Ugh, every bitch I'm fuckin' say they only fuckin' me
I even bought you diamonds, put you in that double seat
The way you love the game, you couldn't be in love with me
I work too hard for my name to let a bitch put mud on me
So how can I trust you? (Trust you)
When all the rich niggas fucked you (Fucked you)
Make you my baby, I'd love to (Love to)
You was a dime, but I dubbed you (Dubbed you)
When I first bagged you that shit had me excited
Swimming in that pussy, girl, I swear there's nothing like it
I got plans to cut you off, I know that you won't like it
I knew that it would come to this, I seen it like psychic
Turned you to a savage (Savage)
I won't forget you, you a bad bitch (Bad bitch)
I set you up so you could level up (Level up)
But you was used to being average (Average)
Jumpin' on jets, you was caught up in the life
They gassed you on Instagram, you caught up in the hype
A ho gon' be a ho, so ain't no use for no advice
When you crossed me, you lost me, can't let you cross me twice

I almost fell in love with a thottie (Oh)
My dawg said "You got too many bodies" (Ooh)
Girl, that pussy had me like a zombie (Oh)
I gotta pour out my feelings that's inside me, yeah
What happened in the dark is gon' come to the light (Come to the light)
Magic from the start, you was fuckin' me right (Fuckin' me right)
Treat me like a king baby talk to me nice (Talk to me)

You fucking with a ball player and now acting bougie
Seen you out in traffic you act like you never knew me
I just bust out laughing when I seen with you that goofy (Ha)
Savage for that money, you like Ginger from the movie, ooh
I almost fell in love with a ho
I still dream of me fuckin' you slow
Ass so fat all the stuff from the back
I still watch all our old videos
And I still hear that pussy callin' (Callin')
It's so wet, slippery, it let me fall in
And from the way you treated me, almost went all in (All in)
Had to check your mileage and I started stallin' (Stallin')
'Cause relationships turn into situationships
I know you don't wanna hear this player shit, but baby I'm made for this
You made your bed, you gotta lay in it
My heart can't play with this (No)
Gotta save myself before I try to save a bitch (Woah)
I ain't been cuffing on no hoes and I ain't gon' start
Had to protect my wrist, protect my heart (Protect my heart)
Had to protect my wrist, protect my heart
Because this cold game left my heart cold, now I promise it ain't my fault

I almost fell in love with a thottie (Oh)
My dawg said "You got too many bodies" (Ooh)
Girl, that pussy had me like a zombie (Oh)
I gotta pour out my feelings that's inside me, yeah
What happened in the dark is gon' come to the light (Come to the light)
Magic from the start, you was fuckin' me right (Fuckin' me right)
Treat me like a king baby talk to me nice (Talk to me)

Ugh, I gotta keep a vest on my heart (On my heart)
You the reason the good women got it hard (Got it hard)
Shit, we was good until our feelings got involved
That's when I did homework and then I really got involved, oh
Oh, and I don't know how I'ma go 'bout it
Now a nigga coldhearted, baby, nobody
Get this hard, you suck the soul out me
Found out you a whole thottie
And you got a whole lotta bodies, nobody
No, you let what we had die young (Die young)
And that's word to low-rider (Low-rider, no, no)
Soon as I thought I got one, I was like

I almost fell in love with a thottie (Oh)
My dawg said "You got too many bodies" (Ooh)
Girl, that pussy had me like a zombie (Oh)
I gotta pour out my feelings that's inside me, yeah
What happened in the dark is gon' come to the light (Come to the light)
Magic from the start, you was fuckin' me right (Fuckin' me right)
Treat me like a king baby talk to me nice (Talk to me)

Tic Tac Toe lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Kodak Black)

[Meek Mill:]
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
It's a Kodak moment, got Kodak in this bitch
Uh, yeah, yeah
Lil' fish, uh

I did a Saks Fifth run (Yeah)
I did a bad bitch run, uh
I just bought a new AP (AP)
'Bout to get the bad bitch one (Yeah)
Nigga like the new Jay-Z (Woo)
Pockets on fat, Big Pun (Big bag)
I be goin' too crazy (Crazy)
Hit a famous ho, which one? Yeah
Ain't no stopping me
Talk on the 'net, don't apply to me
I can't be with these rap niggas
I know my dawgs gon' slide for me
All that talk, that's cap, nigga
Y'all be soundin' like cops to me
Layin' on the jet with a MAC, nigga
Bust down, ain't no robbin' me
I don’t want my old bitch back (I don't wanna her)
Shit, damn, but I still wanna fuck, uh (Yeah)
I be overload with the drip (Drip)
Shit might spill in my cup, uh
I can't fuck with these niggas (Fuck 'em)
But I still send 'em my love (Yeah)
I ain't gotta trap no more (No)
I'ma just give 'em my plug (Yeah)
New bitch ass too fat (Ass too fat)
Put a price tag on that (Price tag)
No, I'm not cuffin' these thots (No)
You ain't gotta ask me that (No)
I be tryna run up this guap (Run it up)
Nigga, you can have 'em back (Yeah)
Two big boy Rolls Royces (What?)
And we goin' back to back, huh

[Kodak Black:]
Poppin' niggas like tic-tac-toe
Sippin' Ace of Spades, I do
Got the K everywhere I go
Don't come to me 'bout no ho
Poppin' niggas like Tic Tac Toe
Sippin' Ace of Spades, I do
Got the K everywhere I go
Don't come to me 'bout no ho
Don't come to me 'bout no rumor
My partner, he got a tumor
Every day, I keep a ruler
Just me, I don't need no shooter
Don't come to me 'bout no mess
Want beef, I'm sayin' less
It ain't nothin' to get you wet
Make a movie on your set

[Meek Mill:]
Benji, Benji, Benji on Benjis (Benjis)
Keepin' my hoes in that Fendi (That Fendi)
Whippin' that Rolls like a hemi (Skrrt)
Face down, smearin' her Fenty, uh
Niggas, they always got somethin' to say
See 'em, it's nothin' to talk about (Nothin')
Catch you and you tried to stunt in the club
You gettin' smoked in the parking lot
Came on the block (Uh), brand new Saint Laurent (Whoa)
I gotta lay off designer 'cause honestly I've just been makin' 'em hot (Yeah)
I'm not a Muslim but I had to put in them prayers to make it sell out (Woo)
I know my way to the top
I took a circle and made it a block, run (Break it down)
Red fish, blue fish, old bitch, new bitch (New bitch)
Niggas said it's on sight, see me, he ain't do shit, uh
We got them thirties on thirties (Thirties)
Phantom is newer than Jersey (Jersey)
I put that bitch in a figure four
Fuck it, I'm doin' her dirty (Dirty)
Don't even know what I'm in it for (I don't)
I probably get her a Rollie (A Rollie)
I probably get her Chanel, Chanel
And then she know I'm fuckin' her homies (Her homies)
Keep a bad bitch in my face (My face)
She tryin' to get to first place (First place)
We don't pop X, pop Ace (Pop Ace)
And we only cop by case, huh

[Kodak Black:]
Poppin' niggas like tic-tac-toe
Sippin' Ace of Spades, I do
Got the K everywhere I go
Don't come to me 'bout no ho
Poppin' niggas like Tic Tac Toe
Sippin' Ace of Spades, I do
Got the K everywhere I go
Don't come to me 'bout no ho
Don't come to me 'bout no rumor
My partner, he got a tumor
Every day, I keep a ruler
Just me, I don't need no shooter
Don't come to me 'bout no mess
Want beef, I'm sayin' less
It ain't nothin' to get you wet
Make a movie on your set

24/7 lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Ella Mai)

[Beyoncé:]
End, that's what I found out

[Ella Mai:]
Tell me how you want it, yeah
Call me and I'm on my way
Tell me that you need me, yeah
I'll give it to you night and day
I'm talkin' 'bout Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday Saturday, Sunday
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday
All day, 24/7
Yeah, all day, 24/7

[Meek Mill:]
Uh-huh-uh
Lovin' the shit out you, fuckin' the shit out you
For seven days straight, and now I can't even live without you
And if we ever broke up, I won't have a kid without you
You forever in my heart, I won't forget about you
I be crushin' you on Monday like it's Wednesday
You pressed about that nigga, what your friends say?
Oh, G63 is what your Benz say
I'm so happy you ain't listen to your friends, babe
You can tell me how you want it, how you need it, I don't mind
Need you right here by my side, 'cause out of sight is out of mind
And out of spite you hit decline, but I was hype
I hit your line a few more times than you hit back I'm gon' respond

[Ella Mai (Meek Mill):]
Tell me how you want it, yeah
Call me and I'm on my way (On my way, on my way, woah)
Tell me that you need me, yeah
I'll give it to you night and day (Night and day, night and day, go)
I'm talkin' 'bout Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday Saturday, Sunday
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday
All day, 24/7
Yeah, all day, 24/7

[Meek Mill:]
Uh, yeah
You be throwin' that shit back like it's a Thursday
I be treatin' you like everyday your birthday
Them hoes ain't fuckin' with you on your worst day
I got you on a new level like what Ferg say
When you fell down, I pick you up
Put on your crown, and lift you up
I put a rock all on your finger, so much ice could push a puck
Heard they feelings 'bout you, baby, tell them hoes I wish 'em luck
Talkin' relationship goals, this could be us, yuh
24/7, what's the 411?
When you see me kneel like Kaepernick, call a reverend
See, I got a milli' in a stash for a weddin'
If you ready, let me know, 'cause it's whatever

[Ella Mai:]
But I know you in the worst way
Yeah, our anniversary
'Bout to suit up on my birthday
'Cause I know they keep you thirsty
Ain't no playin', this is us
Boy, be gentle, ain't no rush
365, you're the only one I trust
No, I can't get enough
And all my ladies, if you feel me, help me sing it out
Yeah, yeah
I'm talkin' 'bout Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday Saturday

Tell me how you want it, yeah
Call me and I'm on my way
Tell me that you need me, yeah
I'll give it to you night and day
I'm talkin' 'bout Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday Saturday, Sunday
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday
All day, 24/7
Yeah, all day, 24/7
Oh yeah

[Beyoncé:]
End
What I found out-
I took a vow that from now on
I'm gonna be my own best

Oodles O' Noodles Babies lyrics - Meek Mill

This shit right here for my Oodles o' Noodles babies
His ma’ smoked the crack while she was pregnant so he can't even help that he crazy
He goin' to jail, it’s inevitable, for real

I ain't had nobody to give me no hope
I hope my momma ain't doin' no coke
I used to wish that my daddy was livin'
I had a dream that I see him a ghost
I used to act up when I went to school
Thought it was cool, but I really was hurt
Wanted my family to come to my games
My mama couldn't make it 'cause she was at work
Lived with my grandma, she took me to church
Really no I ain't wanna go
Remember I kissed my aunt in the casket
And her forehead was cold
I was like 4 years old
We couldn’t afford no clothes
It was hand me down
Who would think a nigga get a Grammy now?
Got a black judge tryna tear me down
All this jail time probably wear me down
Turn the lights off in the bathroom
Screaming, "Bloody, Bloody, Bloody Mary" now
Havin’ nightmares about Candyman
With the tool on me like a handyman
Killed my lil' cousin, I’m like, "Damn it, man"
Had to see the footage on a camera, man
On the pavement, with his brains out
With the white sheet, he was laid out
Wanna ask 'Ye, "Is this a choice?"
It was like this when I came out
What the fuck is you really complaining 'bout?
I know niggas that's never gon’ make it out
This that shit you won't see in the media
Poor get poorer and the rich gettin' greedier
Lot of daddies goin' back and forth out of jail
Lot of sons growin' up and repeating them
This the belly of the beast, you won't make it out
Man, this shit was designed just to eat us up
And my momma told, "Nigga, keep it up
You gon' end up in prison, just sweepin' up"
Remember, nobody never believed in us
When they see us now, they can't believe it's us, no

I think it's funny how
We used to go to school, play SEGA's
And then, next thing you know, you runnin' 'round with Glock .40s
We ain't never believed in the police, they was shootin' us

Yeah, they called it the projects, they put us in projects
What they gon' do with us? Can't call the cops yet
You might just get popped at
'Cause they the ones shootin' us
I'm on my mom's steps, it's like a bomb threat
The violence pursuing us, I ain't meet God yet
'Cause I'm on the block where
It's just me and Lucifer, look what they do to us
They know we in poverty
When I went to court, the judge said, "Meek, you a menace to society"
Huh, you said, you would give me a chance, your honor, why would you lie to me?
16 more years of probation, you know you gon' get more time on me, huh
Whole hood goin' crazy, babies havin' babies
She was fourteen, actin' like she eighteen
Got pregnant by a nigga that was locked up in them cages
And the story goes on, if you make it, you amazing (Word up)

See, I got homie that's a billionaire
And I be tryin' to explain to him like
If your mom ain't on crack or if she got a job and she doing eight hours a day
And your daddy in the graveyard or in the jail cell, who the fuck gon' babysit?

Pay You Back lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. 21 Savage)

[Meek Mill (Future):]
Yeah, ooh
(Wheezy outta here)

We gon' wake yo' dog up on that cash, huh (Brr)
Play I'll put them demons on yo' ass, huh
I got too much problems, don't make me mad, huh (Don't make me mad)
I'm too rich to send a hit, you better be glad, huh (Better be glad)
Deep down in them trenches, started up in extensions, (No)
Touch down in the clipboard, now we back in business (Business)
Pull up in my hood, these niggas be actin' different (For what?)
They gon' keep it cool 'cause we'll rat them niggas
Huh, livin' to die, nigga we dyin' to live (Dyin' to live)
Had to sacrifice my life just for my mom and kids (Mom and kids)
Beefin' with some real killers, they at my momma crib
Turn me to a monster, gotta show you niggas what time it is, huh
I got a rush, now none of these niggas wanna hit me up (Boom boom boom)
I was taught to kill a real killer, and it'll get you loved (Get you loved)
Fast game a nigga thirty years and he stuck (And he stuck)
Still prayin' he don't get me up, huh

We gon' wake yo' dog up on that cash, huh (Brr)
Send a message to 'em with no mask, huh (With no mask)
You don't wanna see my lil' nigga in yo' grass, huh (In yo' grass)
Hangin' all out the window, swingin' that Mac, huh (Straight up)
Pay you back, nigga gon' pay you back (Pay you back) (21, 21)
Leave 'em with some real rich niggas that'll get you wet (Get you what?)
We ain't ever fittin' with no nigga with like, "Where you at?" (21, 21)
Pay you back, niggas gon' pay you back

[21 Savage:]
I can't lie, I feel like John Wick with a stick (Straight up)
Bought a trap phone just to greenlight hit (Straight up)
All that talkin' make that chopper give you lip filler (21)
I come from the six, where they kill killers (Straight up)
This AK got so many bodies I call it Charles Manson (Straight up)
We was tryna find a lick, y'all niggas was somewhere dancing (Bitch)
Them young niggas still had respect when they was broke, huh (God)
The whole city know that 21 gang got smoke, some
If you want a wack, it's gon' cost ten nickels (Fifty)
Bring a hundred racks, it could get done quicker (Quickie)
Desert Eagle bullets same size as a pickle (Straight up)
We could lie to opps and then we fuck all they sisters (On god)
All the guns I own got hollow tips in 'em (Straight up)
Nigga pick a side and you gon' die in the middle (Lil' bitch)
Dreamchaser shoot 'em wit' the 38 through the pillow
Wish I rapped in the 90's 'cause this 2k shit full of weirdos (Weirdos)

[Meek Mill:]
We gon' wake yo' dog up on that cash, huh (Brr)
Send a message to 'em with no mask, huh (With no mask)
You don't wanna see my lil' nigga in yo' grass, huh (In yo' grass)
Hangin' all out the window, swingin' that Mac, huh
Pay you back, nigga gon' pay you back (Pay you back)
Leave 'em with some real rich niggas that'll get you wet (Wet)
We ain't ever fittin' with no nigga with like, "Where you at?" (Where you whoo)
Pay you back, niggas gon' pay you back, huh

I'm like free all my young niggas that's incarcerated (Free 'em)
See 20 mil by 32, I feel obligated (Yeah)
I say nigga don't want no smoke, you ain't no carburetor (Brr)
Try to kill me, I come right back, Arnold Schwarzenegger (Ha)
AP terminator (Terminator), gon' make me burn a hater (Burn a hater)
No bitch shitted on me back then, I had to return the favor (Whoo)
I feel first night, I ain't hit her back, and I don't wanna fight
You can get it back, I ain't beatin' 'bout no dog hoe
Can't find a bitch like Waldo
'Cause she was tryna buy the bitch all though
Nigga this that Chanel money
This that so much work, if you get coach, you better not tell money
This that out yo' league, I smell like Creed while buying smell money
Fly them bells in, right to your doorstep, that's Mel money
Young bull did his first hit and he turnt up, huh
If gettin' money was a sin nigga, I'd be burnt up, huh
If you know a nigga from back then, oh I was fucked up, huh
Get to playin' fingers and they swingin' through like a nunchuck (Gang)

We gon' wake yo' dog up on that cash, huh (Brr)
Send a message to 'em with no mask, huh (With no mask)
You don't wanna see my lil' nigga in yo' grass, huh (In yo' grass)
Hangin' all out the window, swingin' that Mac, huh (Boom boom boom)
Pay you back, nigga gon' pay you back (Pay you back)
Leave 'em with some real rich niggas that'll get you wet (Wet)
We ain't ever fittin' no nigga with like, "Where you at?" (Where you whoo)
Pay you back, niggas gon' pay you back, ho

100 Summers lyrics - Meek Mill

I gotta place my rear view when I pull outta the parking lot
'Cause where I'm from all you niggas die in the parking lot
Get ten seconds on the news, they barely talk about us
You gotta watch the way you move, they'll make a target outchea
Oh, the Reaper comin', gotta keep it on me
I told my momma I won't leave her lonely
Too much drama, get these demons off me
You still at war, I got that thing in arm reach
Fuck what happened
That's what my momma told me when they caught me with the ratchet
Rather see me in a cell than see me in a casket
I show love to all my fans 'cause I prevail through all this rapping bull
I got homies that died young and I miss 'em, tell the truth
I feel like I let 'em down and that's word to Lil Snupe
I put diamonds in yo face so when they see me they see you
Know they'd kill me in my hood, but I just keep on comin' through
Still wit' it, the graveyard throwing a party for all the real niggas
They invited me, but shit I got a meal ticket
When everybody want me to get out we gotta deal wit' it

As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I did something that I had to regret
I say some things I could never forget
The Reaper took my homie's soul, feel like he after me next, hol' up

I just wanna ball hunnid summers
Seen too many of my dogs goin' under
How I made it out alive sometimes I wonder
We been goin' to war since Contra

Grew up 'round them monsters they'll shoot you in your face
Ain't used to showin' no love that's 'cause we grew up in that hate
Live by the sword, die by the sword way
Tried to make it home, they shot him in the hallway
Tears on my face feel like I be cryin' blood
Momma see her son again, we call that blind love
I can't trust these niggas, they'll get you lined up
Tried to rob me, he got smoke for a Rollie, his time's up
You gon' be a killer or a homicide
Make your momma shed a tear before my momma cry
Was young and great, but they still smoked him at the waffle spot
Only God can judge me when when I clutch him and let that chopper rock
Philly shit
I wrote this in blood, this some of my realest shit
They say if he rich as fuck, why he movin' so militant
'Cause in my hood it ain't no love and I know what I'm dealin' wit'

As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I did something that I had to regret
I say some things I could never forget
The Reaper took my homie's soul, feel like he after me next, hol' up

I just wanna ball hunnid summers
Seen too many of my dogs goin' under
How I made it out alive sometimes I wonder
We been goin' to war since Contra

Oh, yeah yeah

Wit The Shits (W.T.S) lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Melii)

C-Sick, C-Sick, C-Sick

[Meek Mill:]
Uh, shawty was frontin', now she throw that pussy at me (Throwin' that pussy)
Told her meet me at the clearport, she got happy (She got hyped)
Nigga, you don't want these problems, Lil Scrappy (You don't want problems)
If you talk, when you see me, just don't dap me, for real
Back on my savage shit, got that pussy off accident (Yeah)
Fuckin' these ratchet bitches, stay on her knee like Kaepernick, yeah
I just been havin' it, lovin' this money, I'm passionate, yeah
Once I fuck like Meechy, hoe, give you my ass to kiss, pause
Nigga said he hit my hoe, so what?
Nigga, I hit that too, yeah
She said she don't swallow, grow up
This shit grown-ups do, uh
I'ma put a check on your bitch ass
Homie gon' spin back through, yeah
Catch you on the block where you swim with the gang
Turn your whole shit Piru-ru
Get some pussy on a plane (On a plane)
This the type shit that I do (I do)
Who your WCW? (Who dat?)
The the type of hoes I screw (I screw)
This the type of hoes I got (I got)
New Hermes flip flops (Sheesh)
If ain't got no time for the hoe and I really like her, she'll get a wrist watch (Gang)

Do a split on the dick (Do a split)
If you really with the shits, lil' bitch (Lil' bitch)
She ask her friends (What?), "Should I let him hit?" (What they say?)
She say, "Girl, you better fuck him if he rich"
He gettin' it, bad bitch, hittin' it (Whoa)
New foreign, whippin it (Skrt)
Blue face, crippin' it (Crippin' it)
I go all day, count them Benjamins (Benjis)
I'm rich, really is
You sick, syphilis (Yeah, uh)

[Melii (Meek Mill):]
¿Quién es la mami que manda?
No tienes mula so yo te di banda
'Tamos fuma'o de la ganja
Pila de tigueres, rabia con armas
I let them eat up the nana, then bone a nigga, like, "See you
Mañana"
Baddest lil' bitch in my genre
I got your bitch that's fuckin' up commas
Icy, icy, icy, drip all on me, watch me when I move (When I move)
If you like 'em freaky, baby, she could come here, too (For real?)
You could eat this pussy while I watch her fuckin' you
Call that hoe a Uber when we done, it's up to you (Oh, yeah)
Who your MCM? Bitch, I make him swipe
I won't mention these hoes, I might give them likes
I just want the head, you can spend the night (Oh my god)
Kissin' him sloppy, callin' him papi, that shit get him hype (Que perro)

[Meek Mill:]
Do a split on the dick (Do a split)
If you really with the shits, lil' bitch (Lil' bitch)
She ask her friends (What?), "Should I let him hit?" (What they say?)
She say, "Girl, you better fuck him if he rich"
He gettin' it, bad bitch, hittin' it
New foreign, whippin it (Skrt)
Blue face, crippin' it (Crippin' it)
I go all day, count them Benjamins (Benjis)
I'm rich, really is
You sick, syphilis (Yeah, uh)

Stuck in My Ways lyrics - Meek Mill

I bury you niggas in money
And then make it rain at your funeral
You flexing a ten and the twenties
Can tell that this money shit new to you
You get my chain, I don't want it back
You wear that shit while they viewing you
I'm in the field like a running back
Jumping out that Benz like a hula hoop
Call me the GOAT, but I'm in a lamb
I jumped out the Porsche, and got me some grams
Ran up a check, stop popping on bands
These niggas upset, thank God for my fam
Lord forgive me for towin' these hemis
And puttin' these bad bitches up in Fendi
I got a fetish for gettin' this cheddar
Ain't going out bad when I'm in the city

I ain't gotta front, I get what I want
If shawty a baddie, I hit from the front
She got a fattie, I hit from the back
They should have never let me in the sack
Oh yeah
I'm living legend, I swerve in that Lambo like I'm in the pack
Oh yeah
I'm going hard for this paper, they hating, ain't cuttin' no slack
(Get it back, get it back)
Stuck in my ways, chasing this paper, been up for some days
Fucking lil shawty, I let her hang with me, she fuckin' amazed
Crib so big, they get to my bedroom, it's fuckin' a maze
Cut her a check and tell her behave

I don't got time to be wasting my time
Too many bad bitches waiting in line
That pussy good, I'ma take her to shine
She lose a point, it'll make her a nine
She know I got some paper, I ain't gotta pay her
She just want me to pay her some mind
She want a fuckin' chaser, I'ma fuck her later
But I really can't make up my mind
I want some money and I want some pussy (Some pussy)
No lyin' like Lucious or Cookie
I built a empire sellin' that fire
I stayed on the block in a hoodie (Check check)
I turn my Glock onto fully (Fully)
I let it wop on a bully
I'm gettin' top in the telly (Ha)
It sound like she moppin' spaghetti

I ain't gotta front, I get what I want
If shawty a baddie, I hit from the front
She got a fattie, I hit from the back
They should have never let me in the sack
Oh yeah
I'm living legend, I swerve in that Lambo like I'm in the pack
Oh yeah
I'm going hard for this paper, they hating, ain't cuttin' no slack
(Get it back, get it back)
Stuck in my ways, chasing this paper, been up for some days
Fucking lil shawty, I let her hang with me, she fucking amazed
Crib so big, they get to my bedroom, it's fuckin' a maze
Cut her a check and tell her behave

Ain't no finessing (No)
Niggas they say it's all love and it better be (Yuh)
Can't get ahead of me (Whoa)
Whole 'nother level, they ain't on my pedigree
I got the recipe (Recipe)
I had to mix up the song with the melody (Mix it up)
Fuck is you tellin' me? (Tellin' me)
Shawty be choosing to keep her from messing me (Yeah)
Sniper Gang with me like Kodak
Milly got money and you know that (Know that)
Better pay the tab if you owe that (Yeah)
If a nigga start layin' where your ho at
I'm from the north side of Philly
My niggas are releasin' shot where your bro at (Shot)
I heard them niggas that's helpin' your hood
Got depressed when you hear you can't go back (Whoo)

I ain't gotta front, I get what I want
If shawty a baddie, I hit from the front
She got a fattie, I hit from the back
They should have never let me in the sack
Oh yeah
I'm living legend, I swerve in that Lambo like I'm in the pack
Oh yeah
I'm going hard for this paper, they hating, they cuttin' no slack
(Get it man, get it man)
Stuck in my ways, chasing this paper, been up for some days
Fucking lil shawty, I let her hang with me, she fucking amazed
Crib so big, they get to my bedroom, it's fuckin' a maze
Cut her a check and tell her behave

Cold Hearted II lyrics - Meek Mill

Woah, don't you, baby, hey
It won't matter, baby
Don't you know?
Don't you know?
Woah, don't you, baby, hey
It won't matter, baby
Don't you know?
Don't you know?

Uh, make it out the hood, they say you Hollywood
How dare you niggas tell me that I got it good
Gotta check and treat these niggas like I'm Robin Hood
When it was time to stand up for me, see, nobody stood
And I was lookin' at you niggas, all the ones I fed
Had me grindin' all them nights you was going to bed
And if I think I owe you something, nigga gon' ahead
Treat you like I never knew you, put it on your head
And I got Papi on my line like, 'When you comin' home?'
My mama see it in my face, she know that somethin' wrong
Bodies droppin' in my city all summer long
Out on bail but I still gotta keep somethin' on
'Cause I can't let 'em take my life, you might get left you make that right
When he got left it wasn't right, but he was tryna live that life
I call up Coon to book that jet, we like three deep, we take that flight
Used to land in California to play that studio all night, we stayin' down
For the love of them millions, ain't layin' down
Left you in the hood, what you sayin' now?
And niggas wanted the smoke, you said, "Stand down," uh
Cold heart, never get cold feet when the pressure come
It was beef, I had to tell niggas, "You better come"
Sister said they gettin' over, it's like you lettin' them
Some shit I had to learn my lesson from, uh
Checkin' in, checkin' out, I just had to check you out
2012, it was 50 niggas when I'm steppin' out
Forgot the time you asked me for a check and I ain't lived it out
I ain't even know you was upset, this what this shit about?
A green piece of paper can turn you to a hater
When you can't bring up one time you returned me for a favor
So I play these niggas real close, talkin' closer than my neighbors
'Cause I know the signs when niggas switch sides, catch them vapors

Used to be my dawg, you was in my left titty
Scream, "Ride or die," I thought you would ride with me
Found out you was jealous, you wouldn't even grind with me
And when I copped the 6 you wanted the 550
Used to be my dawg, you was in my left titty
Scream, "Ride or die," I thought you would ride with me
Found out you was jealous, you wouldn't even grind with me
And when I copped the 6 you wanted the 550

See, I look at it like this
What I'm supposed to spend a thousand nights in the studio rappin' my lights out?
Goin' city to city, can't take my son to school when I want to
Can't see my mama, my family when I want to
They give a nigga my money, they act like he hangin' with me
I ain't ever been sweet
Far as I can remember, every time I went to jail I had to stand up in that bitch by myself
I ain't never even think about a nigga callin' my baby mama to pick my son up to take him to the movies
Go play basketball while I'm doin' this time in the cell
Actin' like I owe you somethin'
See, it hurt my heart to see some of my closest friends
Turn their back on me about that attention needle
Or a green piece of paper with a slave master on the front of that shit
I used to hear niggas, niggas that I was feedin', I heard 'em whisperin', "Meek Mill finished"
I was like, "And damn, I was feedin' you, bro"
All I did was keep grindin'
Through the storm, nigga, I'm like Derrick Rose on a 50-point night
On a daily basis, nigga
For the love of the millions, royalty over loyalty, never get it confused
I got real friends and family that'll never turn their back on me for the love of the money
I got a homie that's doin' life
He can't offer me no money, he can't offer me nothin' but a friendship and a relationship
I talk to him seven days a week
So don't come to me talkin' 'bout no money shit, nigga
So if you feel some type of way about my money
We goin' to the furthest extent to protect that plate that goes under my son on the table, nigga
One love to all my family and friends that stayed down through all the madness
While I had to sacrifice and put it all on the line
One time for my mom and sister that never changed on me, even before I had money
Ride or die, no matter what
Dreamchasers for life, you dig?
Uh, I told niggas stop askin' me where niggas at
If you don't see 'em in the pictures with me, that mean they faded away
I got my niggas out dissin' myself, fun, we love each other, it's all love but
Everybody can't make it
Niggas wanna burn a bridge and expect you to send a yacht, huh? Where they do that at?

EP: "Legends Of The Summer" (2018)

Millidelphia lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Swizz Beatz)

[Meek Mill & Swizz Beatz:]
Wooh
Show time
King's back, ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Pulling off in a 215
Told you it's Meek time
Meek time, it's Meek time, argh

[Meek Mill:]
For the love of the city (for the city)
All my niggas on the block (on the block)
12 o' clock, we ain't wheeling (we ain't wheeling)
Fuck 12 and the cops (fuck 12)
They wanna see me in the cage, I'd rather see me in a Wraith
I'm motivation on the 'gram
I'm going live on these bitches on stage, goddamn
Who love the streets? Meek, Meek
Who dropping heat? Meek, Meek
Who locked the city up, pull up in that Bentley track, rest of them motherfuckers see? Meek
Who dropping shit through the worst? Meek
Who really dropping that fire? Meek
Back on the water, they listen when I speak
Who got the key to the streets? Meek

[Meek Mill & Swizz Beatz:]
They was screaming free Meek (yeah), now Meek free, judge tryna hold me (talk to 'em)
Remember back when I was dead broke, pretty bitches, I ain't know 'em (zoom)
Taught these niggas how to post up on jet for the 'gram, busting Rollies (talk to 'em)
'Member that?
I'ma be humble but I need receipts 'cause these niggas up (Philly, stand up)
Nigga, ain't nothin' 'bout me average (woo)
Jumping out the Wraith with a bad bitch (damn)
At the clearport, moonwalking (woo)
Wrist all glitter, Michael Jackson (damn)
Nigga bad, messin' the rachet (gah damn)
Same with the internet capping (gah damn)
When we do a hit, it's a murder
Shit'll get ugly like a catfish
Who came and tripled his worth? Meek
Who shall inherit the Earth? Meek
Who see the plug, get 'em dirt? Chief
I get 'em bad bitches first, thief
Make it rain on 'em, pourin' Champagne on 'em bad bitches do whatever I say, wait
I bought a Rolls Royce just to burn that shit and set that shit on fire, niggas (gah damn)

[Meek Mill (Swizz Beatz):]
For the love of the city (for the city) (zoom)
All my niggas on the block (on the block) (zoom)
12 o' clock, we ain't wheeling (we ain't wheeling) (zoom)
Fuck 12 and the cops (fuck 12) (fuck them)
They wanna see me in the cage, I'd rather see me in a Wraith
I'm motivation on the 'gram
I'm going live on these bitches on stage, gah damn
Who love the streets? Meek, Meek
Who dropping heat? Meek, Meek
Who locked the city up, pull up in that Bentley track, rest of them motherfuckers see? Meek
Who dropping shit through the worst? Meek
Who really dropping that fire? Meek
Back on the water, they listen when I speak
Who got the key to the streets? Meek

[Meek Mill:]
Who really popping shit? (popping shit)
Came to your city and got it lit? (got it lit)
All of these pretty hoes I done hit (pretty hoes)
You better pray that I got a bitch (got a bitch)
I show no mercy on niggas' hoes (niggas' hoes)
All I gotta do is just like a pic' (woo)
If you a app, I'ma buy your bitch (buy your bitch)
This for the trenches, this's not a hit (woo)
Nigga, I'ma icon living, huh
Jumping on the chopper outta prison, huh
Bunch of supermodels wanna visit, huh
I'ma let her lover get a picture, huh
Aventador, Aventador, Aventador, (skurt, skurt)
Tell you how I came to a kitten (vroom)
I can smell rat niggas snitching (niggas snitching)
Touch down and it's back to the business
Who they say that's dropping that work? Meek
Who hit them bad bitches first? Meek
Who charge 250 a verse? Meek
Who rap and still get you murked? Meek
Cops try put me on the north side of Philly 'cause I'm still popping wheelies like what
New jewelry, new money on the way and I just ordered that Rolls Royce truck, ya dig?

For the love of the city (for the city)
All my niggas on the block (on the block)
12 o' clock, we ain't wheeling (we ain't wheeling)
Fuck 12 and the cops (fuck 12)
They wanna see me in the cage, I'd rather see me in a Wraith
I'm motivation on the 'gram
I'm going live on these bitches on stage, gah damn
Who love the streets? Meek, Meek
Who dropping heat? Meek, Meek
Who locked the city up, pull up in that Bentley track, rest of them motherfuckers see? Meek
Who dropping shit through the worst? Meek
Who really dropping that fire? Meek
Back on the water, they listen when I speak
Who got the key to the streets? Meek

P.H.I. double L Y, he that guy
He never gon' lie, forever be fly
I've been that nigga
I can swear to my god, cross my heart and put that on my mom
I bought her Patek ice, setting the time
Like Kim Jong, I been ready to bomb
I get gone, take a jet to Dubai
You're not a hundred, nigga, 75
You playing big, must be ready to die, nigga for f'ing with I
Meek!

Dangerous lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Jeremih, PnB Rock)

[Intro:]
Right Now Sound
Hitmaka!

[PnB Rock:]
You feel the vibe, it's contagious
Look in yo eyes, shit is dangerous
Grateful I had all the patience
I know you going through some changes
You taking pictures, know your angles
Ooh, no we ain't perfect, but we damn close
Ooh, you give me something I can't pay for

[Jeremih:]
No angel, but you got a halo
When it's nights like this, I really wanna be right here
I really wanna take you there
When it's nights like this, I really wanna be right here
I really wanna take you there

[Meek Mill:]
It was nights like this, feeling right like this
I never really spent no time like this, uh
The second time at the crib knowing I might not hit
You said, "What I look like?", like my bitch, yeah
Looking in yo eyes, shit is dangerous
That pussy wet, I call it angel dust
I done put so many diamond chains on you, they get tangled up
I never felt like this, this strange as fuck
([PnB Rock & Jeremih:] That's what it's like loving you)
Got yo ex nigga calling, but he can't do much
'Cause you with the kid now
Ella Mai, boo'd up
And all you gotta do is call and watch that Wraith pull up
Under the stars, since they throwing all the shade on us
Facts

[PnB Rock:]
You feel the vibe, it's contagious
[Jeremih:]
Look in yo eyes, shit is dangerous
[PnB Rock:]
Grateful I had all the patience
[Jeremih:]
I know you going through some changes
[PnB Rock:]
You taking pictures, know your angles
[Jeremih:]
Ooh, no we ain't perfect, but we damn close
[PnB Rock:]
Ooh, you give me something I can't pay for
[PnB Rock & Jeremih:]
That's what it's like loving you

[Meek Mill:]
Uh, you feel the vibe
Uh, I'm deep inside
Yeah, you fucking me
Ooh, I let you ride
Yeah, at first you curved me
I let you slide then
Yo hips so curvy, you let me slide in
Ooh, and it was over once I flipped you over
Relation goal, when we come through just like Beyoncé, Hova
This that Hermes money, this ain't no Fashion Nova
You said yo ex had you depressed and I'm just glad that's over
'Cause now you rocking with a real one
And when I'm in it, you be maxin' on a million
And when I hit it back to back, you make me still cum
I know them bitches hating on you, we gon' kill them
That's facts

[PnB Rock:]
You feel the vibe, it's contagious
[Jeremih:]
Look in yo eyes, shit is dangerous
[PnB Rock:]
Grateful I had all the patience
[Jeremih:]
I know you going through some changes
[PnB Rock:]
You taking pictures, know your angles
[Jeremih:]
Ooh, no we ain't perfect, but we damn close
[PnB Rock:]
Ooh, you give me something I can't pay for
[PnB Rock & Jeremih:]
That's what it's like loving you

[PnB Rock:]
Ayy, you know you bad bad
You know I laugh at these shawty's that try to text back
You from the projects, but so exotic
Just give me all of that pussy, so many options
Girl, you got me calling, all these different numbers
Why you being selfish? You know that I want you
You be leaving work and you deserve a Birkin
Girl, you so contagious, that ass is so dangerous

[PnB Rock:]
You feel the vibe, it's contagious
[Jeremih:]
Look in yo eyes, shit is dangerous
[PnB Rock:]
Grateful I had all the patience
[Jeremih:]
I know you going through some changes
[PnB Rock:]
You taking pictures, know your angles
[Jeremih:]
Ooh, no we ain't perfect, but we damn close
[PnB Rock:]
Ooh, you give me something I can't pay for
[PnB Rock & Jeremih:]
That's what it's like loving you

1am lyrics - Meek Mill

Lil' fish
They call me lil' fish 'cause I be swimming in that pussy
Jahlil beats, holla at me!
Yeah

She gon' bust it down like the Patek, ah (the Patek, yeah)
All this water on me got you wet, huh (got you wet, huh)
Fuck her and her friend, that's a AND1, one ([?] one)
Dirty nigga, all these hundreds made me hit some, ah
Bunch of pretty bitches on the yacht (on the yacht)
Treat a supermodel like a thot (like a thotty)
Swerving down Collins in a drop (skrt skut)
Thirty shots on me, that's a mob
Shawty, got a head on her, she a genius, ah
Swerve a black car up in Neiman's, ah
80 racks, could've bought a Demon, ah
Trap God living like a kingpin, ah
Got your baby daddy sick (that's bad)
On the 'gram, leaving comments on my pics (he mad)
Get your mad, baby, before I get him hit (burr burr)
'Cause I ain't playing, girl, I'm really with the shits

1 am, we probably be at the club
2 am, we probably leaving the club
All the bad bitches, yeah, they leaving with us
Pull up, Lamborghini, got them eating the dust, oh lord

Ah, V.I.P. for all the P.Y.T.s
Puffy up in the session, we doing B.I.G.s
I'm Notorious just for sporting these Givenchys
Said she wanted some Molly, need to see her I.D
Get her smoking on cookie, now looky, she Chinese
When I ask her if she going, that mean, that she gotta leave
Like we taking a picture, baby, we got cheese
Came first five minutes, damn, she not pleased
I'm like, 'Hold up'
Uber on the way right now, ah
With a rich nigga, pipe down, ah
Pussy so wet, I drowned, ah
Go again? Baby, not now
12: 45, I'm on my way to the club (we lit)
D'Usse and me, baby, I ain't talking no drugs (no drugs)
Once they in our DMs, I'm 'bout to take it a [?]
She don't want a good boy, she wanna stay with a thug, forreal

1 am, we probably be at the club
2 am, we probably leaving the club
All the bad bitches, yeah, they leaving with us
Pull up, Lamborghini, got them eating the dust, oh lord

Bad bitch (hold up), that's a bad bitch (hold up)
Hermes' money, turn her into a savage (yeah)
Type of money turn a boujee bitch rachet (boujee, boujee)
Type of paper turn a boujee btich rachet, oh
Bad bitch (hold up), that's a bad bitch (hold up)
Pretty gang in real life, she ain't a catfish (yikes)
Got her hair and nails done and her ass did
Got her hair and nails done and her ass did, ah
Shittin' on 'em like like a port-a-potty (shit, yikes)
Slid up in her DM and I caught a body (nice)
I won't hit it raw, we ain't goin' to Maury (no way)
Like a waterfall, all this water on me

1 am, we probably be at the club
2 am, we probably leaving the club
All the bad bitches, yeah, they leaving with us
Pull up, Lamborghini, got them eating the dust, oh lord

Stay Woke lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Miguel)

How I keep from going under?
It's like a jungle outside
Sometimes I wonder
How I keep from going under

[Meek Mill:]
We scream, "Black Lives Matter," but we still toting ladders
Watching our own brothers trying to get at us
Dreams get shattered when a scene full of crackers
And they charge you with some shit you ain't do
You like what happen
We go get lawyers to say shit, we don't know how to talk
They told us to hate each other before we learn how to walk
Momma taught you how to fight, fight, before she taught you how to write, write
And daddy locked down in the cell, can't kiss you night, night
Ma, she's under the bed every night, feel like it's fright night
Coke fumes in the air, mama holding on that pipe tight
And you catching contact, but never mind that
In a world where Black is wrong and white right
It's like a combat, we go to war for our freedom, they say we equal
I used to wanna play like Randall and be an Eagle
I used to play the quarterback, my dog would go receiver
That was 'til ball got flat by a dope needle on the pavement
It's amazing, this environment we was raised in
On them papers, one mistake and getting caged in
You gotta feel me, feel like the system trying to kill me
Got arrested and the charges F1 for popping wheelies, stay woke

[Miguel:]
It was designed for us to fail
Still prevail through the hell
Though it was designed for us to lose
To make it through nothing's impossible
Believe it we're still undefeated

Picture me ten years younger with some tats on my face
Taking a bunch of Xannys with the strap on my waist
Pointing at the camera like mama ain't teach me manners
Moving a little rock like I'm heading to Alabama, no, wait
I can't judge them, I'm just trying to understand them
Cause I used to pop Percs, pouring purple in my Phantom
Had me swerving in my Phantom like I'm running from my dreams
I was heading for the slammer, I was planting all the seed for them to bury me
I had my whole family mad at me
Feel deep in love with the game and it married me
Judge said, "I'll give you a chance, just don't embarrass me"
Motivating these little niggas is like a charity
Community service even though they knew we was working
They did this to me on purpose, 'cause I ain't moving too perfect
I stay away from them clowns, watch how I move through the surface
Cause they be weighing you down, even some of them dudes in your circle

[Miguel:]
It was designed for us to fail
Still prevail through the hell
Though it was designed for us to lose
Nothing, nothing, nothing's impossible
Believe it, we're still undefeated

[Meek Mill:]
How can I pledge allegiance to the flag
When they killing all our sons all our dads?
I come from a place
When you kill your own brother you can brag
Like he got bodies, but that's a fad, no, that's a fact
I'm screaming out at your corner, nigga, that's a trap
Screaming out, that's your homie, nigga, that's a rack
Catch a case with him, bet he crack
Odds against you and they double stack stay woke
Bought my mama a new crib, that's some gangster shit
Niece and nephews walking around wearing minks and shit
Keep the hood motivated, this the thanks I get
Try to Ja Rule the kid on some Wanksta shit
But that's impossible 'cause I'm unstoppable
The label can't drop me, nigga, I'm too valuable
You thought I would lose but I won and that bothered you
Still move around in Philly just like the mobsters do
When I talked to Em and Hov, they said, "I'm proud of you
You stood tall when everyone doubted you"
My reply is, "I do what I gotta do
And I need that verse before you retire too"
Jumping all the obstacles, I'm way too wavy
Said I would lose but you way too crazy
Pick and choose either fame or the money fame will make you crazy
And the money will make them bad bitches say, "Thank you, baby"
You're welcome

"Wins & Losses" (2017)

Wins & Losses lyrics - Meek Mill

You have to eat the dream
You have to sleep the dream
You have to dream the dream
You gotta touch
You have to see it when nobody else sees it
You have to feel it when it's not tangible
You have to believe it when you cannot see it
You gotta be possessed with the dream
Yeah, any weapon formed against us shall not prosper
Young nigga started with Oodles of noodles, now we eating lobster

As I walk through the valley with my ladder in flex
I'm the realest nigga in it, I just happen to rap
When they all thought we was finished, they was laughing at that
So I went and bought me a Dawn and flipped that hat to the back
Fuck 'em
New jewelry, new whips on the way now
Brr, brr, that's yo bitch on the way now
Mama told me if you fall, never stay down
Stand up nigga, I can never lay down
Wins and the losses, it come with being bosses
Shoot a pussy nigga in his head if he cross us
Take that shit to trial if the feds making offers
Five hundred thou', lawyer said we lookin' awesome
Swap that Patek for them cuffs, take them off us
Lil' bitch, call me Lil' Fish
Niggas tryna turn my lights out, it's still lit
Streets calling and they said they want some real shit
Young bull looking like he hit a real lick
I got too many foreigns, man this shit getting borin'
Half a milli' last week, you would've thought I was touring
Niggas tried to count me out, I guess they thought I was normal
They ain't know I was different, I'm like "Lord be my witness"
'Cause we was fucking up them dishes in my grandmama kitchen
Killed a pigeon thought the vision, break it down on my niggas
Fuck they opinions why would I listen, they ain't see the vision
When I had a foreign I ain't see them bitches so I'ma ball on 'em
Magic City, let it fall on 'em
And all my niggas stayed down with me
Know I be there if they call on me
Yeah, my nigga bail half a milli, he made it home in a week
Even my momma know how I'm rocking, I go on them streets
Glock .40, keep it on me, we rolling 32 deep
Bulletproof everything, just let me know if it's beef, we bring the war
I just wanna shine like my rollie
Put in all this time that they owe me
Made it to a nine and we litty
Dropping 60s too like we Kobe, oh
Pushing the foreigns, drive through the trenches
Top of the food chain, head of commission
We wackin' niggas without permission
Never was personal, it was business
Brrr, settle down, let it settle down
Couldn't tell me shit when I was broke, fuck they gon' tell me now?
I'm running round, Glock with a drum that hold a hundred rounds
If it was "Fuck them niggas" then it's fuck them niggas now, fuck 'em!
Never change on my roll dawgs
'Bout that Cain bang them thangs like we O-Dog
Walk up in a dealer and I pull that rolls off
These niggas said I wouldn't make it like I told y'all, ah

Heavy Heart lyrics - Meek Mill

I gave this hustle everything I got (thing I got)
Always kept it real from the very start (very start)
Niggas ain't thorough like I always thought
Damn, the game left me with a heavy heart (heavy heart)
The streets left me with a heavy heart (heavy heart)
Niggas said they with you when they really not (really not)
Niggas plot on everything you got (everything you got)
The streets left me with a heavy heart (heavy heart)

Uh, I kept it triller from the very start
Seen so many people crossed me, don't know where to start
Uh, that bitch left me with a heavy heart
Yeah, still on them papers, they won't let me off
Never thought we'd make it out the ghetto, now look where we are
Fucking famous bitches and that pussy taste like caviar
I done gave these niggas everything and that was from the heart
Rollie, chain, every car, all it did was left me scarred
Heard my dog talk behind my back and I'm like let him talk
I won't say his name but he gone feel this shit in every bar
Feel this shit in all my verses
Was it really worth it
Cut the grass and all the snakes gone surface
Nobody's perfect
Showed them cash, he kinda made me nervous
Maybe I'm trippin'
Hoping this paranoia from all this shit that we been in
Watched you pour gasoline, and burned out all of your bridges
Nigga, you suck at friendships, something you got to live with
Fuck it!

I gave this hustle everything I got (thing I got)
Always kept it real from the very start (very start)
Niggas ain't thorough like I always thought
Damn, the game left me with a heavy heart (heavy heart)
The streets left me with a heavy heart (heavy heart)
Niggas said they with you when they really not (really not)
Niggas plot on everything you got (everything you got)
The streets left me with a heavy heart (heavy heart)

Tears falling like the water when the levies drop
Boyz in the Hood, these niggas Tre' they screaming let me out
No they ain't riding, it was drama, I'm like yeah we out
Trying to please these niggas, shit gone prolly wear me out
Drive me crazy, I been by myself lately
40 on my belt lately, I ain't need no help lately
Nigga cross me, I cut him off and I felt crazy
'Cause I got a purple heart
Shit I'd rather work and walk 'fore I ride luxury with niggas that don't fuck with me
I'm startin' to hate this fame shit look what it done to me
Seen half these niggas turn they back when rappers tried to come for me
Don't want them in my company just want to be a company
Hunnit mill'
Dream chasers, chasing dreams
Hate is fake, and love is real
Niggas said I wouldn't win told them yes the fuck I will
Hit the studio with all my feeling and I let 'em spill
Forever thorough, be a sucka nigga, no I never will (No!)

I gave this hustle everything I got (thing I got)
Always kept it real from the very start (very start)
Niggas ain't thorough like I always thought
Damn, the game left me with a heavy heart (heavy heart)
The streets left me with a heavy heart (heavy heart)
Niggas said they with you when they really not (really not)
Niggas plot on everything you got (everything you got)
The streets left me with a heavy heart (heavy heart)

Uh, my heart heavy, my soul cleaner
When shorty got a big head, I was like hol' Gina
I made a mil, I got a deal, I lift the whole team up
I had the whole squad lit, I had the city poppin'
I told my dog don't listen to them, get caught up in that gossip
They wanna see you in the hood back when you ain't got shit
Remember nights was on the 'gram, toasting with the pilot
Then everything went sour, this little thing of ours

I gave this hustle everything I got (thing I got)
Always kept it real from the very start (very start)
Niggas ain't thorough like I always thought
Damn, the game left me with a heavy heart (heavy heart)
The streets left me with a heavy heart (heavy heart)
Niggas said they with you when they really not (really not)
Niggas plot on everything you got (everything you got)
The streets left me with a heavy heart (heavy heart)