Intro (Hate On Me) lyrics - Meek Mill
Brrr
Every time I get back in the streets, this shit get darker
Yeah, woo
Niggas can't hate on me now (Hate on me)
We do it all, we changin' the laws, they thinkin' 'bout takin' me down (Yeah)
We done put bulletproof all on the cars, I told 'em bring eighty more rounds (Brrr)
I put baguettes on all of my dawgs, they fall, they makin' a sound
I'm on a yacht with a bad thot, we got the streets in a headlock
Nigga tried to peep through the backyard, all he seen was the choppas and red dots (Brrr)
I got my mama a black card, yeah, I really put on for the head knock
This that 1AC, you ain't one of them rappers
And none of your steppers can step with my steppers
This chess, not checkers
I told my dawgs, "Don't stress, don't rush it," I really got off
It's seven on seven and I'm gettin' better and better and better, my nigga, it's never no pressure (Let's get it)
Every time I hit up one of y'all niggas with smoke, it's never no pressure
Niggas is pussy, if I put a price on your head, shit, I get the special
You know I be hangin' wit' Jews
Get money wit' Russians, I'm makin' my moves
The hood behind me, I never could lose, I'm good, I'm solid
Can't play me like one of them dudes
You probably end up on the news
We mobbin' and wildin'
You know we ain't tuckin' them jewels, especially for none of you dudes
We slidin' wit' choppas
Rockin' Dior, I still remember me poor, I'm tryna get more (No cap)
Welcome to Philly where niggas get smoked for real tryna slide to the store (Brrr)
Send 'em with the stick, ghost the minivan stoley, slide with the door (Yeah)
Nigga gon' die in the streets so we can't even beef, I'ma die on the fours
And the bitch-ass rat keep talkin' that shit like he can't get blitzed and die on the tour
Switchin' the lane up when I'm in that Wrangler and none of them boys can follow them boys
I got the game from the real OG's
And it's money over bitches, can't die 'bout a whore
I got the game from the real OG's
It's money over bitches, can't die 'bout a whore, yeah
Hate on me now, hate on me now, I tell 'em hate on me now
Caught all them bitches and all of them leeches, so ain't no more wearin' me down (Let's get it)
Fresh out the jewelers, I jump out the bitches, they know I ain't playin' around
I triple-double whenever I bubble, these niggas in trouble, I'm sayin' it now, yeah
Hate on me now, hate on me now, I tell 'em hate on me now (Hate on me)
Caught all them bitches and all of them leeches, so ain't no more wearin' me down (Let's get it)
Hate on me now, hate on me now, niggas can hate on me now (Yeah)
We in the city, y'all tell me it's somethin' to say, you should say that shit now, yeah
Yeah, man
Dem dun kno di unruly boss (Boop, boop, boop)
Represent fi bumboclaat, dreamchasers, yeh
Real "El Chapo," Meek Milly (Boop, brr, boop, boop, boop)
A.K.A "Meek Killy"
I was out in UK, ballin' like 2K
All of my diamonds look duray
She say you only gon' do it when we go out the country, we havin' a three way (Get it)
I was gettin' head in the Rolls, start fuckin' her as soon as I got on the PJ
You was tryna tuck her like PJ, I was tryna bust it and do it the free way (Do it the free way)
Yeah, I was at the bodega, rockin' Bottega (Rockin' that Bott')
Crib like four acres and ain't got no neighbors, yeah
And I ain't never gon' meet 'em (Yeah)
Once it's up there, nigga, it's stuck there, blow it whenever we see you
We gettin' them pussies off
We gon' sip it and pour
She gettin' 'em all depleted
Know shorty don't get involved
She gon' fuck on my dawg and all to get to the leader, I
Keep all my bitches in Bentleys and Beamers, and I put the demons in Demons
Keep all my bitches in Bentleys and Beamers, and I put them demons in Demons
Yow Meek
Yuh kno how di fucking ting guh man
Woy yoii
Outside
Outside (100 MPH) lyrics - Meek Mill
Dream Chasers вчера, всегда и сейчас
Мы любим деньги, мы любим жизнь, мы любим Dream Chasers
Мы доверяем только Dream Chasers (Brrt)
I woke up, I made a mill', said, "Fuck it," then rented them all
If life's a bitch, I'm havin' my way with that shit, and I'm hittin' it raw (Havin' it)
Ain't none of y'all niggas gettin' none of this money and bitches, just me and my dawgs
With a brand new Porsche, a Turbo Sport with a horse, but it look like a frog
I just hopped through the hood, then I hop on a chop in the hood (Ride on a chop)
Bad lil' bitch, she pretty as fuck and the top real good (Pretty as fuck)
Call every night, I don't even want him to walk, shot up the hood
Y'all niggas be payin' them hitters for real, y'all not any good (Y'all niggas is pussy)
[?] cost me four-fifty [?]
I been hurtin' your heart with these lil' bitches, I wanna see y'all chеcks
She gotta move real careful-like it's a operate, you should see her texts
I ain't stop poppin', planes, I'll pop in 'em, y'all lil' niggas better be on y'all best
I just came right back outside, now all the baddies back outside
Fuck 'em, spoil 'em, married three months, give 'em a prize
They talk shit 'bout me, they know they play, niggas gon' die
I been ballin' so long in Miami, I don't need to take bitches on dates to pound
She got niggas that's rich, but they ain't really lit like that, tell her take her time (Take her time)
They really love it, but I get with so many hunnids, can't make her mine
Yeah, she said, "Meek, come fuck me rough," and I was tryna break her spine (Let's get it)
Knowin' this lil' bitch fucked my dawg, and I can't make her mine (Make her mine)
Outside, outside, outside, outside, I just popped out, came back outside
Outside, outside, outside, outside (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Big boy trucks in the driveway (My driveway), we outside with it (We outside)
Reachin' for my Richard, you gon' die with it (Die)
I been keepin' a pack of bad lil' bitches, they outside with it
And I just made a couple million in five minutes (I'm limitless)
Okay, okay, okay, that new Maybach came today (Today)
I put mics all in they face for all my young niggas passed away, yeah (Away)
I ain't really had no time last year, but I'm on niggas' asses today (I am)
Y'all niggas only ones keepin' them hoes, y'all givin' that cash away, okay, okay (Yeah, yeah)
Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo
Okay, okay
He hasn't slept in probably seven days
Go 'head, ki' like a brick (A bird), bad lil' bitch, she thick (She bad)
Come to my city, we really ride dirty, no lights, and we totin' them sticks (Brrt)
My dawg got life in the cell (Got life), he know that I'm never gon' switch (I won't)
Start ballin' like I was Joel 'cause I got them Ms and Bs on my list (Yeah)
And I put that Virgil shit on, for reals, like pardon my twist (Yeah)
Every bitch that I be fuckin' get Rollies for real, like pardon my bitch (Yeah)
She looked me dead in my eyes when she suckin' and she tryna start up some shit (Yeah)
Tryna snatch my soul, lil' bitch, gettin' top with my hand on her
Pardon my neck, pardon my wrist, ass so fat, gotta pardon my bitch
Pardon my Glock, pardon my hip, I just jumped off a yacht, gotta pardon my ship
I just did a walkthrough at Roc Nation and left out with four new partnerships
This ain't rap, nigga, I'm back, I just be walkin' and talkin' my shit, yeah
Niggas can't see me, we totin' them chops, yeah (Niggas ain't see us)
I had dreams of murderin' opps, rippin' them demons and burnin' them blocks
They couldn't believe it, I'm turnin' the blocks, yeah (Yeah)
Back in them trenches again (We back)
Totin' extensions again, if he play tough, put Benji on him
We open it up, open it up, I fuck from the back when I'm chokin' her up
.223s, they go through a truck, somebody get hit, it's no gettin' up
No gettin' up, no gettin' up, trippin' on niggas, they soakin' it up (Soakin')
Walk in the spot with a big-ass .30 on me, give a fuck if it's pokin' or what
What? What? What? What?
What? What? What? What?
What? What? What? What?
On My Soul lyrics - Meek Mill
Sittin' in the Phantom, countin' money in the sun
Everybody in my hood know I'm the one
Made it out the trenches, leave ten million for my son
They said it's the difference, it feel different how I come
Put it on my soul, I can put it on my soul
We be goin' to the wars and I ain't puttin' up my pole
That new Virgil and Dior, came through, I got it on
Put it on my soul, put it on my soul
Ain't nothin' that I, it ain't nothin' that I can't hold
I'm gettin' everything I aimed for
I'm gettin' everything I aimed for
Bulletproof the Range Rove', niggas be on angles
I done bought so many diamond chains, swear they get tangled
Promise any nigga sayin' my name gon' get mangled (Boom)
Same niggas 'round me gettin' changed and they dangerous
Different colored riches in the pictures, Power Rangers
Come to fuckin' these bitches and gettin' this cash, no, we ain't stainless
Two hundred on the dash, been through the hood like I ain't famous
Sometimes I just be havin' to vent though, I ain't gon' lie
A lot people still left here like
Everybody prayin' I don't go back, but it's like, what you want me to do?
And leave my people?
And I can't leave my people, got that eye of the eagle
My homie wanted the Bentley but he died in the Regal
And I ain't never sell no heroin, auntie died from the needle
If you my opp, my daddy dyin' to meet you
'Cause I know the feeling when you fucked up and you lit
And nobody wan' see you, but when you come up and you rich
Everybody believe you, they use me too, I got useless
Think that's how I got even
Put my life on the line and sacrifice for my people
Put it on my soul, I can put it on my soul
We be goin' to the wars and I ain't puttin' up my pole
That new Virgil and Dior, came through, l got it on
Put it on my soul, put it on my soul
Ain't nothin' that I, it ain't nothin' that I can't hold
I'm gettin' everything I aimed for
Yeah, I'm gettin' everything (Everything)
Bulletproof the Range Rove', donut the Durango
Crazy all the shit that I obtain, I feel the same dose
My young nigga died in the streets lettin' his flame go
And I think about it every night 'fore I sleep, it make my brain go
(Thinkin' about it every night when I sleep)
Got me cuddlin' with my Glock when I sleep, can't let my flame go
(Got me cuddlin' with my Glock)
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Put it on my soul
Sharing Locations lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Lil Baby & Lil Durk)
I got a little bitch from the hood I call her gang
She don't play with that bae shit
I be fuckin this NBA nigga bitch
'Cause she know I ain't never gonna say shit
New contract big like I play ball, little boy
Ain't nothing to play with
I told her pull up she told me she can't
Her nigga be sharing __cpLocations
I was riding in the ghost with the ghost gun
Seen you out with your kids so you owe one
And my man in the can while you taking out the trash
He gon' pop up with the mac like don't run
Gave her a pill they all get high, you ever had a foursome?
It's too much cash for me to hide
I had to give little bro some
I fuck her raw from time to time
I don't show no emotion
But when he died he had them racks
He had to make a go fund
I hang with the hitters who train the killers
Who send all the niggas on slow runs
I got me a check, and I bought me a cat
And I went on the block and did donuts
I hang with all the murderers
I'm paying all the lawyers for the murderers
I'm putting all my dice on the murderers
You don't wanna see me with the murderers, murderers
Rolls Royce swervin'
Famous bitch curvin'
Seen you out in traffic
You was looking nervous
Ran it up on accident
Then they thought it was on purpose
I know for a fact I'm blasting mine
I never get too worried
Hundred racks in hundreds
Stick like cursive, I been selling verses
One time I lied inside my song
I ain't gonna buy no Burkin
Homicide on my mind
When I slide I ain't trying see no hearse
He ain't even die by the gun
Took a fake pill, nigga died off percs
Shorty look perfect, pussy was worth it
Go get her some purses
My diamonds be hitting like we in a Versus
We sticking together this shit in a cursive
I'm fuckin' with Durkio
I just left the jeweler with Baby, bought two anniversaries
Go to Atlanta to Copper Cove me
Bad little bitches all on me
Way too ranked up, ain't no exposing me
She wanna go to the mall
Got up and went to the pop up at Louis in Soho and ordered it all
I'm in this bitch with the voice and the hero, these niggas is weirdos
Ain't going this hard
I'm from the P, that's gang
All these niggas know me I hang with...
I hang with all the murderers
I'm paying all the lawyers for the murderers
I'm putting all my dice on the murderers
You don't wanna see me with the murderers, murderers
Expensive Pain lyrics - Meek Mill
Zone, I got lights in this bitch, turn me up somethin' Cruz
Jim in this bitch, Ellis in this bitch, wassup?
Uh
I bought the Richie for a quarter but I sold it for a nickel
(Hold on, lemme hit the blunt)
I'm bringin' real niggas home, shit, I'm the realest, it's official
Yeah, uh
When I start stressin', I get bored, might spend a million, that shit tickle
On a threeway, me and Slow, he caught L's and we both pick 'em
In the cell but you can't tell that we in the jail
'Cause we don't feel no pain unless them kids say in vain that I miss you
If you my dawg, I'm tryna put you on the shit that I'm on
Super drippy, made the Patek match the kicks I got on
Totin' the semi-automatic, ain't no pushin' me, dawg
Time bomb, niggas tickin' me off
Look at the skyline from the penthouse, like Walt Disney, dawg
Send her to the mall and tell her, "Get some Dior"
Made her text her best friend, she said, "He Christian Dior"
And the crazy part about it, there wasn't shit in the yard
Shit, I been winnin' a long time, I know they sick of me, y'all
Got me switchin' up my flow again, switchin' up my hoe again
E'rrybody been changin', got me switchin' up my bro again
My dawg did his bid, he came back home and switched his pole again
And I ain't even wanna tell him to slide, he tryna go again
Once he got active, I said, "Go again," yeah
King in my trenches, I'm not active, all I know is when
Tote the blower, this like oh to ten, yeah
And this expensive pain
When you ridin' through the trenches, bulletproof all on the Range
This expensive pain
Lovin' on the bitch you claim knowin' some rich niggas hittin'
It'll never be the same, this expensive pain
This expensive pain
Went through some shit about this money, I seen some niggas change, expensive pain
A million on the Richard, and it's plain
And it's crazy, I never check the time in all expensive frames
These Cartiers, I'm with your bitch and I just called her here, we all in here
Ask 'bout me in Starlets, shit, I used to ball in there
Shit, I been throwin' paper since Bernice was goin' hard in there, no kizzy
Yeah, expensive bitches, more money, more riches
Cops get behind us, we start takin' all switches
Niggas bein' nice, but we don't be in y'all business
Shit, how you think we always end up bein' in y'all bitches?
This is the same feelin' that you get like when you a kid on Christmas
I just knocked down a lil' celeb' and I was on her hit list
And I ain't been rappin', I been trappin', tryna learn my business
They thought I fell off, but they well off
I gotta keep my name worth more than money and gold
Remain humble around my people 'cause I don't spoil my soul
And I keep my dreams before fame and all these funny lil' hoes
'Cause I got two sons that's kings and they like three lil' bros
And they want everything they cop, I order them clothes
Gotta watch for everything, that dot'll spoil your ghost
And I be partyin' with people that got the word of control
'Cause they know I got the influence you can feel in your soul
This is culture currency, money shit don't ever worry me
Gotta have my chopper in front of this bitch, this shit been gettin' embarrassin'
She seen me cuddle with my stick, said, "Boy, you need some therapy"
And I can't lie, I prolly do, 'cause I still have dreams of niggas airin' me
It ain't no fuckin' fear in me
I let bad bitches fuckin' share me, and they love it, clearly
Used to fit eighty in them pockets, now we dub America
Besides, just cut the Cullinan up like I know culinary, yeah
And this expensive pain
When you ridin' through the trenches, bulletproof all on the Range
This expensive pain
Lovin' on the bitch you claim knowin' some rich niggas hittin'
It'll never be the same, this expensive pain
This expensive pain
Went through some shit about this money, I seen some niggas change, expensive pain
A million on the Richard, and it's plain
And it's crazy, I never check the time in all expensive frames
These Cartiers, I'm with your bitch and I just called her here, we all in here
Ask about me in Starlets, I used to ball in there
See that girl right there?
I can see it in her eyes, she's a Dreamchaser
Ride For You lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Kehlani)
Baby, you, oh, you were made for me (You know, you know)
Hit my phone, I'ma be there instantly (You know, you know)
I pray for us (I pray, I pray), pray your heart I'll always keep (You know, you know, I pray my motherfuckin' soul to keep)
Just know I'ma ride for you, baby (I'ma ride), slide for you, baby, just say you got me (Yeah)
Westside shorty, last summer was a hot girl
But it don't matter now, she my girl
A bucket list since you are my world
I introduced you to some other shit
Now you can't relate if niggas not thorough or not real
I'll tell you how I feel, but it's a lot still
'Cause I don't even know how I feel
But I'll kill for the love of the love you and I built
It's ride or die still
Your bills turnin' into my bills, shit done got real
It's not fake, every other day another sky date
Fuck in the '62s while we drivin' on the highway
Condo with the views out in Seoul, know the fly way
Fuckin' you from Monday all the way to Friday
Baby, you (You), oh, you were made for me (You were made for me, yeah, you know, you know)
Hit my phone, I'ma be there instantly (Be there instantly, you know, you know)
I pray for us (I pray, I pray), pray your heart I'll always keep (Always keep, you know, you know, I pray my motherfuckin' soul to keep)
Just know I'ma ride for you, baby (I'ma ride), slide for you, baby, just say you got me (Yeah)
Told you that shit gon' be forever, gon' remember me
And every time you call, you know I'm pullin' up instantly
Them diamonds on your arm gon' shine forever, to infinity
So even if you leave, it's lit forever, feel my energy, I still
'Member fuckin' you off Hennessy and wildin' out
Deep all in it, tweakin' in it, got you howlin' out
Rich nigga, made me pull that Urus to your mama house
Them niggas on your mama block respect me, they see me hoppin' out
For real, I used to fuck you, all my chains on
And listen to all your stories about your ex, some shit he ain't doin'
I wasn't really tryna hear it, but you sound pressed, like you was hangin' on
I had to patch you up so many times, so baby, take it on you
Baby, you, yeah, oh, you were made for me (Yeah, yeah)
Hit my phone, I'ma be there instantly (Be there instantly, you know, you know)
I pray for us, pray your heart I'll always keep (Heart I'll always keep)
Just know I'ma ride for you, baby (Ride for you, baby), slide for you, baby, just say you got me
Yeah, yeah, you got me feelin' like
Yeah, yeah, you got me feelin' like
Baby, you, oh, you were made for me (You know, you know)
Hit my phone, I'ma be there instantly (You know, you know)
I pray for us, pray your heart I'll always keep (You know, you know)
Just know I'ma ride for you, baby, slide for you, baby, just say you got me
Yeah, yeah, you got me feelin' like
Yeah, yeah, you got me feelin' like
Yeah, yeah, you got me feelin' like
Me (FWM) lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. A$AP Ferg)
[Meek Mill:]
Fuckin' with me, niggas ain't fuckin' with me (Niggas ain't fuckin')
Niggas ain't fuckin' with me, you niggas ain't fuckin' with me (Woah, woah)
Woah, woah (Woah, woah)
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Drop (Yeah)
Flew her out on the first flight
Got that pussy the first night
Niggas say it's war, then it's on sight, gang, gang (Brrt)
Walk in this bitch with all this ice
I could've came through in a 'Rari but hit the hood on my dirt bike, yeah (Man)
Countin' these bands up, been fuckin' my hands up (Fuck it up)
I was in Paris, I pay for the drill, hit your mans up (Brrt)
Big Glock 40 on the hipline, hold my pants up (Hold it up)
She was confused, like, "How you the G.O.A.T. in a Lamb' truck? (She like, "What?")
Fuckin' this tall bitch from the back, say, "Stand up" (Woo)
Then put your motherfuckin' face down, ass up
Nigga been rich too long for makin' these songs, my nigga, it's past luck
Fuckin' this bitch too long, she offered a threesome and I just passed up
She wanna go in the 'Rari (Too small)
I wanna rip in the Wraith (Let's go)
I wanna look at the stars (Stars), like I was hittin' in space (Yeah)
Nigga, how you get back home? (How he get back?)
Take a look at his case (Check him out)
Said her period's on (What happened?)
I put it on her face
[Meek Mill (A$AP Ferg):]
Niggas ain't fuckin' with me, niggas ain't fuckin' with me (Yeah, yeah, Harlem)
Niggas ain't fuckin' with me, niggas ain't fuckin' with me (Meek Mill, what up?)
Twenty bad bitches goin' up with the gang, they fuckin' for free (Ooh-ooh)
You call her phone, I call her phone, she comin' to me (Yeah)
[A$AP Ferg:]
Got a boss bitch, Dominican
Slim with the buns, cinnamon
Friend got the cake like Entenmann's
East coast bitch in Timberlands (Yeah)
Dip with the set like Killa Cam
Hop on a jet and we get a tan
Like Mortal Kombat when she throw it back, her friends like, "Finish him" (Right)
Run up, gon' flex, huh
It look like I'm looting in my closet, with the baguettes, huh
I just hit Will up with a deposit (Yeah), fill up my neck, huh
Lookin' like light bugs sittin' on my collar (Right)
We been stressed, huh, pull up with a mink, look like I am Chewbacca
Blocka-blocka, turned to shottas if them coppers try to pop us (Ferg)
Then go sit at John and Vinny's, have some pasta with some mobsters (Yeah)
Swervin' through Philly, I'm hangin' with Billies and nobody really can stop us (Woo)
Bee-ya, bee-ya, we throw dollars, got your bee-ya' pussy poppin' like
Bee-ya, bee-ya, why you actin' like a ho? Like a ho
Bee-ya, bee-ya, why you actin' like a ho? Like a ho
Bee-ya, bee-ya, get yo' eyes up off my dough, off my dough
Bee-ya, bee-ya, get yo' eyes up off my dough, off my dough (That's right)
[Meek Mill:]
Niggas ain't fuckin' with me, niggas ain't fuckin' with me (Niggas ain't fuckin')
Niggas ain't fuckin' with me, niggas ain't fuckin' with me (They can't touch us)
Twenty bad bitches goin' up with the gang, they fuckin' for free (Fuckin' for free)
You call her phone, I call her phone, she comin' to me
Bee-ya, bee-ya
Fuckin' this bad bitch from the projects, her name Tia
Head was good, the best on earth like Russ and Bia
Nigga asked me did I see her, but I ain't see her
But I did, 'cause she was tucked in the fahina
Spanish bitches goin' up like la marina
She a hot girl and I'm hot too, jalapeño
We sell work and she wan' work 'cause she a pinger
We gon' serve that lil' bitch
(Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)
(Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)
Hot lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Moneybagg Yo)
[Meek Mill:]
(KJ, what you got goin' on, man?)
(Eza on the beat, he cooked that shit)
Fourth quarter
I ain't even gon' lie, man, I've been on some shit, lately
For real
(Yo, Nick Papz, make it slap)
I walk in the spot (Steppin')
I got what it takes to get to the top
The money I make, these niggas cannot compete
They know that I'm gettin' a lot
She give me the twat (Give me that)
Been countin' that pussy, I'm gettin' a lot
I know she a thot, still give her a shot
I fuck from the back 'til it's twistin' my sight
You know that I'm hot (Hot, hot, hot)
Yeah, this that city boy shit (Real city)
This shit crazy, we ain't even kiss, I put some shit on her wrist (Let's get it)
Shit was amazing, welcome the Lord's magic, flick of the wrist (Brr)
Pocket a chop' right next to the drop, you can't even pick up the shit
I gotta take a flick of this shit (Let's go)
I know my haters be sick of this shit
I put a bitch on a bitch (On a bitch)
Wake in the morning, I look in the mirror, it's crazy, I'm really this rich (Shit crazy)
Feedin' my children and makin' my millions, I'm really as real as it gets (For real)
Poppin' them wheelies and shit
I got a Glock with a ten on that shit and a switch on that shit, know we been on that shit
You know my niggas be sendin' that shit, we be goin' to war, we be pullin' that shit
We be spinnin' that shit, we be bendin' that shit, we be gettin' that money and spendin' that shit
Fives and tens and twenties, we never don't count 'em, we give 'em to women and shit
I be drummin' on jet with my members and shit, everybody in my hood gon' remember this shit (Yeah)
Swear to God that my hood gon' remember this shit
We can go back and forth like it's tennis lil' bitch, I don't go back and forth with no women and shit
Yeah, if we start it, you know we gon' finish it, yeah
I walk in the spot (Ooh)
I got what it takes to get to the top
The money I make, these niggas cannot compete
They know that I'm gettin' a lot
She give me the twat (Mmm, mmm)
Been countin' that pussy, I'm gettin' a lot
I know she a thot, still give her a shot
I fuck from the back 'til it's twistin' my sight
You know that I'm hot (Hot, hot, hot)
[Moneybagg Yo:]
Hmm, hotter than juvie in '99 (Bah)
Drippin' Dior to my heel, pull up and hop out the whip to a lot of eyes (On me)
I put this shit on, for real, mixin' top dollar designer with Jordan 5s (Ghetto)
Really like fuck these niggas, I gave 'em a couple tries, now I'm cuttin' ties (Fuck)
This my life, your entertainment, I want the money, fuck bein' famous
Why is you fifty-three, still bangin'? (Huh?) Sick of these niggas, put me in containment
Umbrella in the Rolls case it rain, goin' wherever the money take me (Grr)
All this forever, don't it never change, don't think about it but I miss her brain (On God)
Hit the switch, let the stick blow, to ride this wave, you need a big boat
Poppin' shit 'cause I was piss poor, hotter than grandmama Crisco (Go)
I taught my niggas to move a lil' smooth (Why?), you can't even tell what the feds sayin' (Spy)
I'm in DC with a red skin, big FN
[Meek Mill:]
I walk in the spot (Steppin')
I got what it takes to get to the top
The money I make, these niggas cannot compete
They know that I'm gettin' a lot
She give me the twat (Give me that)
Been countin' that pussy, I'm gettin' a lot
I know she a thot, still give her a shot
I fuck from the back 'til it's twistin' my sight
You know that I'm hot (Hot, hot, hot)
Love Train lyrics - Meek Mill
I only can tell you the truth
Yeah, uh
I seen so many niggas switchin', I had to cut 'em off
So many bitches actin' different, we stopped fuckin' raw
I upped the score, I went for more, shit, I'm like, "It's up to y'all"
And you ain't gotta talk behind my back, you know my number, call me, mmm
'Cause I heard they said I wasn't feeling a thing
I'm in the studio all night, shit, I'm like, "What do you mean?"
Shit, all them nights on private flights, feel like we livin' the dream
'Member we said we wouldn't let these bitches get in between
When people told me you was jealous, I just wouldn't believe (Believe)
And when niggas told me you was fuckin', no, I couldn't believe it
I tried to give you all my blessings, but you couldn't receive it
'Cause you was listenin' to people that was listenin' to people
I had to get up and leave you 'cause you couldn't even see it
All this fame, turned into a monster, shit like Resident Evil
And once the love turn toxic, think it's better I don't see you
'Cause I've been runnin' up my millions, shit been revving my ego
I put my money 'fore my bitches so we never get equal
'Cause then the world keep turning, the money keep burning
Living and I'm learning, ain't no bitches I'm concerned with
I seen everybody change on me 'bout some money
Learned to get rich, came home, niggas actin' funny, I can't cut it
I'm just strappin' and I ain't talkin'
Swear to God, none of y'all niggas better not grab for my coffin
Swear to God, bad bitches playing Simon Says when I'm talkin'
And I can't say I'm runnin' them trenches when I ain't walkin'
I seen so many niggas switchin', I had to cut 'em off
So many bitches actin' different, we stopped fuckin' raw
I upped the score, I went for more, shit, I'm like, "It's up to y'all"
And you ain't gotta talk behind my back, you know my number, call me, mmm
'Cause I heard they said I wasn't feeling a thing
I'm in the studio all night, shit, I'm like, "What do you mean?"
Shit, all them nights on private flights, feel like we livin' the dream
'Member we said we wouldn't let these bitches get in between
When people told me you was jealous, I just wouldn't believe (Believe)
And when niggas told me you was fuckin', no, I couldn't believe it
Yeah, uh
Let me give you some game, how you gon' maintain?
'Cause niggas that hit it talk like bitches and they be saying things
And I know y'all booed up and that's cool, but did you know things change?
And you a good girl, but I seen good girls go play the same game
Turn to bad girls and make niggas rearrange things
And everything just turn into a blame game
Look at it like a watch, she could be a nice watch, you could get a plain Jane
You take that same watch, bust it down, it ain't worth the same thing
But it's gon' shine when the lights hit it, a little bling-bling
You add some diamonds to it, get a little shine into it
But think about it, take a good girl, add some wildin' to it
That's like a bust down Rollie, don't hold no value to it
And now you at the jeweler tryna trade it in
'Cause time is money, gotta watch what you spend
You can't make it again
I've been down this road with too many hoes and I can't take it again
Take me
Take me away, take me away, all my pain expensive
I got people tryna take me out like I ain't help invent 'em
Smell the venom like Baccarat and money on the menu
And I'll never cross nobody that helped me to a million
Why you even finessin'? I wasn't even checkin'
Look at yourself, bitin' the hand that gave you extra
Niggas tryna leave me for dead, but this ain't checkers
I act like I don't notice and then I bring it to your chest up
To the neck up
Aimin' at your head soon as I catch up
Too many millions, social media don't impress us
Too many feelings while I'm rappin', hope I don't mess up
I seen so many niggas switchin', I had to cut 'em off
So many bitches actin' different, we stopped fuckin' raw
I upped the score, I went for more, shit, I'm like, "It's up to y'all"
And you ain't gotta talk behind my back, you know my number, call me, mmm
'Cause I heard they said I wasn't feeling a thing
I'm in the studio all night, shit, I'm like, "What do you mean?"
Shit, all them nights on private flights, feel like we livin' the dream
'Member we said we wouldn't let these bitches get in between
When people told me you was jealous, I just wouldn't believe (Believe)
And when niggas told me you was fuckin', no, I couldn't believe it
Northside Southside lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Giggs)
[Meek Mill:]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (Shoot through your car door, shoutout to Cardo)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
Yeah, look on the 'net and they talkin' 'bout bannin' me
Just left the dealer, I told him to Phantom me
I cannot be with no niggas that's fans of me
No kizzy
I don't know why these lil' niggas be playing with me
Murder for murder, they ain't understanding me
Take one of mine, that shit end with your family
Perkies, thirties, young niggas shooting like Currys
Walking in the club, no searching
Whack him for a check, yeah, surfin'
Spinning, sinning
Sinning, winning
I know the way that we living that we probably going to Hell any minute
He never been on a mission, I see in his eyes, I can tell if he bitching
Treat him like Trey, get out the car, I know they gon' tell if he did it
My got them tickies for selling them brickies, but he ain't made the cell in a minute
Niggas been busting them U-eys, I'll never forget it, I ain't take a L in a minute
You a bitch, he a rat, he a fraud, on the 'Gram like he was that
Baby mama, she a groupie, in the Lamb', swerving with me eating gat
Big dog, real boss, make a call, nigga, you will be a pack
Cut a check, real nigga, credit card fraud, yeah, he was cap
Capping
I know you niggas be capping
I hit the switch on you, tapping
Two type of niggas, the niggas that watch and the niggas that go make it happen
I don't look up to no rappers
I ain't been talking no trapping
I've been investing, just chose up a check, it's ten million, and that was on test
Woo, I'm just turning up
When it's beef, shit, I can't sleep, that shit be burning me up
Front of Louis V, right on Rodeo, I pull up and Dawn on the truck
What's a hundred to me? Give that shit to my homie and tell him go run that shit up
Niggas can't fuck with the gang
Big FN on me hang
Yeah, Northside, Southside shit
Nigga, I ain't tripping out 'bout no bitch
I make the Maybach bounce, got shorty going up in the trap while she ride my dick
Niggas want internet clout, tell 'em spin on his house, I don't really wanna talk 'bout shit
Yeah, Northside, Southside shit
Yeah, Northside, Southside shit
[Giggs:]
My niggas got bricks for cheapers, niggas got bits and pieces (Yeah)
Niggas just showing their weakness, man, they just quit, the weakest (Yeah)
Never no problem sleeping, Hollow just squish them leeches
Yeah, look at a scary movie, pussy, get trick or treated
Don't know what's up in it, he doesn't know, Hollowman's tapping it
Yeah, upping them out and they bitch on my left, how did he pattern it?
Yeah, nobody's clapping it
I put my back in it
Yeah, I got the strap, pop top, wrapping the rag on it
Yeah, Southside shit
Niggas all working outside shifts
Niggas get melt with drive-by clips
You never gon' work them Muay Thai kicks
Yeah, bounce that bitch
Pussy smells like fish
H got them, shit, stars like KISS
Yeah, who's to be tested?
H, truth to be destined
Yeah, man get run over, vroom-vroom, who's the pedestrian?
Yeah, just got a new strap, boom-boom, shoot it for testing
Yeah, fuck the domestics, man just move to a next ting
[Meek Mill:]
Northside, Southside shit
Nigga, I ain't tripping out 'bout no bitch
I make the Maybach bounce, got shorty going up in the trap while she ride my dick
Niggas want internet clout, tell 'em spin on his house, I don't really wanna talk 'bout shit
Yeah, Northside, Southside shit
Yeah, Northside, Southside shit
We Slide lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Young Thug)
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
Got me feeling like the realest nigga on this earth (Yeah)
Tryna wash away my sins since I've been doin' dirt (Amen)
If I press a button on you, niggas goin' to church (Brr)
Load them thirties in them glizzies, niggas goin' to work (Work)
When we slide, we slide, we slide, we slide, we slide (We slide)
And we slide, we slide, we slide, we slide, we slide (We slide)
Putting it in for all my dogs who never made it home
Spending nights all in the booth, and I done stayed alone
Tryna chase a hundred million, it won't take me long
When all these niggas went against me, it just made me strong
And I don't need nobody help, I do it by myself
Been taking risks before the fame, I keep it by my belt
Ain't have a dollar to my name, you don't know how I felt
So how the fuck could niggas judge me when you ain't never love me?
Going to war with niggas I grew up with, tryna slug me
Used to hug that corner every night, but it ain't hug me
Sipping on a quarter, huh, grimy, thirsty, hungry
Streets were my religion, left my mama for my homies
And we all slide, if he offsides
When they caught my homie slipping, it's like we all died
Think it brought us close together, that day, we all cried
Popping percs and sipping lean, and now we all high
Turned me savage, I got traumatized from homicides and all these caskets
Got me out my mind, can't go outside without that ladder
I grew up in failure where your dreams will get shattered
Bullets hit the window, all you seen was niggas scatter
It don't matter
Lost my daddy, kindergarten I got badder
When I was twelve, was living in hell and lighting that gas up
So 'bout my dawg know we gon' mask up
Got me feeling like the realest nigga on this earth
Tryna wash away my sins 'cause I've been doin' dirt
If I press a button on you, niggas goin' to church
Load them thirties in them glizzies, niggas goin' to work
When we slide, we slide, we slide, we slide, we slide (We slide)
Yeah, yeah, we slide
We slide, we slide, we slide, we slide, we slide (We slide)
Yeah, yeah
My codefendant said he can't take no time
Said call the police like Mary J. Blidge
The federales picked him up, this ain't no state time
I told him the safest way to talk is on the FaceTime, yeah
Slide in the the Lamborghini, slide in the Buick
Fish parquet, clean diamonds, no cubics
My brother down the road with a iPhone
Told him don't get used to that, you know I'm gettin' him back home
I cry still tears and don't know why, why
They poked his ribs, first they told him we gon' let it fly (Let it fly)
My mama told me let my pride stay to the side, but I had drunk it like a pint
I made a mistake and killed a player
Keep the Glock when I pray 'cause He won't save us (Yeah)
They let a rat kill my neighbor
If I had knew you hang with them I would've told my dawg do me a favor
We slide, we slide, we slide if it's slime
We slide, we both slide if it's slime
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Sometimes I show people love so they won't kill me (Yeah)
Screaming on the mic, I'm tryna make baby feel me (Yeah)
Crosses on my chest, baguetti fingers heal me, yeah (Heal me)
I done got so wealthy, I done bought out my cavities
Black and white phantom, made the funeral referee
Got me feeling like the realest nigga on this earth (Yeah)
Tryna wash away my sins since I've been doin' dirt (Amen)
If I press a button on you, niggas goin' to church (Brr)
Load them thirties in them glizzies, niggas goin' to work (Work)
When we slide, we slide, we slide, we slide, we slide (We slide)
Yeah, yeah, we slide
We slide, we slide, we slide, we slide, we slide (We slide)
Yeah, yeah, we slide
Tweaking lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Vory)
Hmm, this is my brother
Yeah this is
My rules, my rules, my rules, my rules, my—
(Yeah) I like the way you work it
Never met an angel that was perfect
I never met a demon that was worth it (Yeah)
They know the book Vor' come with amenities and plenty fees
Your favorite model is not a ten to me, I got ten of these
Your favorite rapper is still feeding off my energy
I just talked to Jeff, I told him strictly pesos
I just talked to Jeff, I told him strictly Bezos
'Cause I'm too rich to pay hoes
Old niggas hatin' on the young niggas, damn
Young niggas wildin' out, beefin' on the 'Gram
I just hope this money don't make me lose who I am
It's funny 'cause this money make me lose all my friends
They say "It's something 'bout Meek Milly, he movin' different than them"
It's lil' fish, I take ya bitch for a swim
The jewelry loud but the Richard Millie plain, I let it whisper to them
That 33 on me like Pippen again, I been a bull
Niggas know I won't fold, I been to war
Rap beef, street beef, really done did 'em all
I get money, fuck bitches, and I ball
My haters linkin' over my haters, it's ten of y'all
And y'all still couldn't body me
Flow smoother than Wallaby
I do it so honorably
And y'all wonder why they proud of me
This shit is rare
Man, I had cops tryna lie on me
I caught a case at eighteen, they still was puttin' time with me
But looky here, I bounce back like every time
I'm 'bout a dollar but on every dime
I hit her once and I say never mind, yeah
I get my Audemars from Francois so I can stay ahead of time, ha
Catchin' Ms and I been catchin' tens
So many Bentleys and Rolls Royces, I can't trust a Benz
How could I ever trust a bitch when I done fucked her friends?
'Cause I know when we go our ways she gon' fuck my man
Damn, hate the game, not the players in it
They say you won't respect a ho until you layin' with her
And she on Versace sheets, pussy-playin' with it
I'm out here rappin' like I'm broke, you niggas playin' with it (Ha)
In the studio, I don't sleep
'Cause every time I drop, I make a million every week
I'm in a Aston Martin truck, she don't know if it's car or Jeep
But she ain't really trippin' 'bout it 'cause all she know is she with Meek, shit get deep
Shit, it get deeper and deeper, that shit y'all talkin' gettin' cheaper and cheaper
I'm tired of hearin' about y'all Pateks and them foreigns y'all leasin'
'Cause I got mansions 'round the corner from each other and I don't even see 'em
I gotta check 'em on camera just to make sure they good
And niggas had the nerve to tell me I don't be in the hood, I don't get it
Even if I did I wouldn't be with it
I'm used to being on islands with like twenty-three bitches
I'm used to ridin' 'round in bulletproofs with like two or three switches
Y'all niggas outside fifty deep, I'm with like two or three niggas in the mix
Deep down in it where y'all niggas ain't allowed at
You ever wear a Richard Millie where the wolves growl at?
My dog got a sentence, gave him life, he ain't allowed back
I already made it rich, I pray to God he give his time back
I'm living out my dreams, yeah, these niggas haters
'21 Maybach fly by, see you later
They ain't even here, they was quiet as a refrigerator
And I ain't even want 'em to see me 'cause I was faded, for real
(Yeah) I like the way you work it
Never met an angel that was perfect
I never met a demon that was worth it (Yeah)
They know the book Vor' come with amenities and plenty fees
Your favorite model is not a ten to me, I got ten of these
Your favorite rapper is still feeding off my energy
I just talked to Jeff, I told him strictly pesos
I just talked to Jeff, I told him strictly Bezos
'Cause I'm too rich to pay hoes (Pay hoes)
Love Money lyrics - Meek Mill
If you know I did it for you, why you ain't pay me back? (Why you ain't pay me back?)
Why I gotta tell you I love you so you can say it back?
Let the people manipulate you and it made you crack
Every time that you said you needed me, I gave you racks
Ain't no love, ain't no love, ain't no love, left with my money (Ain't no love, left with my money, ain't no love, left with my money)
I put blood diamonds on bitches, leave a blood trial of money (Leave a blood trail of dead presidents and Dior)
I make millions, split it with niggas, you know that I be on it (You know and I know, you know and I know)
Gettin' busy on a four-fifty, ride or die, doin' a hundred (Ride or die through the trenches like I live in the hood)
I took them shackles off my wrist and then I made it ice (Let's go)
Same people crossed me say they sorry, but they ain't even make it right
I go to sleep with one eye of open, it's like a way of life
'Cause in them streets, you gotta keep it rollin' like we playin' dice (No crappin' out)
Niggas can't figure me out, I be on everything
You should see how it get in the house, it look like Medellin
Gold chopper sit on the couch, smokin' on better things (Brrt)
They seen I had holes in my heart and they tried let it bleed
Pastor sewed it up, I'm goin' up, now niggas texting me
People that I grew up with and they switched couldn't even get next to me
Do a favor for 'em, see if they real just like my specialty
Knowin' I don't even need to pay back, shit like a test for me (Shit like a test for me)
Niggas testin' me (Niggas testin' me)
Knowin' they the one that I made specially (Know that)
My mama crib like a million, my grandma crib like a buildin', I only put it on the 'Gram to give you the recipe
Ain't no love, ain't no love, ain't no love left on my money (Ain't no love on my money, it's just blood on the money)
I put blood diamonds on bitches, leave a blood trial of money (Leave a blood trail of dead presidents and Dior)
I make millions, split it with niggas, you know that I be on it (You know and I know, you know and I know)
Gettin' busy on a four-fifty, ride or die, doin' a hundred (Ride or die, ride or die)
Too much money comin' in, I don't even count it
Maybach and the Cullinan, I don't even drive it
None of y'all niggas can't tell me I ain't solid
Assassination of my character 'cause I told you I ain't got it
Took some millions and I buried in them in so long that I forget 'em
Took my family and I carried us, brought us all up from the bottom
How you gon' say that I forgot you?
All them times I had to spot you
The only thing is 'bout a bitch that I done hit or made swallow
Know my dad died as a rival, but I'm still proud of my father
So I put Prada on his baby mama
And I had to tell my youngin in the trenches, "Don't you ever take no risks, you gon' spend it on designer" (On designer)
Ain't no love, ain't no love, ain't no love left on this money (On this money)
It's just blood left on this money
Blood on these bitches
Blood on the diamonds, blood on the back of the twenties
Showed too much love, he got whacked in December
Ain't no love, ain't no love, ain't no love left on my money (Ain't no love on my money, it's just blood on the money)
I put blood diamonds on bitches, leave a blood trial of money (Leave a blood trail of dead presidents and Dior)
I make millions, split it with niggas, you know that I be on it (You know and I know, you know and I know)
Gettin' busy on a four-fifty, ride or die, doin' a hundred (Ride or die, ride or die)
Blue Notes 2 lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Lil Uzi Vert)
[Meek Mill:]
Yo, Nick Papz, make it slap
Yeah (Brrt)
You gotta turn me up in the headphones some more, a lil' bit more
Just a teeny bit
Turn me up, Cruz
It's so many motherfuckin' hundreds, you gotta make a part two
I'm not in competition with my homies
I'm whippin' the competition and the Rollie
I knew my opposition never knew me
They wouldn't be opposition if they know me
I made a proposition to my hitters
I told them to knock 'em down if he owe me
I just be slidin' 'round, hittin' the building
We movin' with Glock, pounds, and them .40s
Them niggas got shot down, we was whorin'
My homie a opp now, so we on him
I was like sixteen with the MAC on me
Deep in the field like it's Pop Warner
Weathered the shit, seen niggas cracked on me
When it got real, tried to slide on him
I made some M's, split the guys on it
We keepin' it real, niggas not
And my homie a savage, got put in a casket, and I'm mad at him 'cause he died on us
Just left his viewing and I told his momma, every time that she cry, "We gon' slide on 'em"
I look you niggas right dead in the eye and I ain't surprised you ain't ride for us
How would you feel if you bust some mill' with some niggas and they switch the side on you?
How would you feel?
When you so lit that you can't tell if the love real
If I can't tell you nothin', I'll tell you how a thug feel
And you ain't rich, nigga, your stash can't pay my drug bill
Pussy (Pussy)
Nigga, this expensive pain, pullin' an expensive Range
[Lil Uzi Vert:]
Neck got expensive chain
He got drug money (Yeah), that's an expensive game (Yeah)
I got an expensive shooter (Yeah), he got expensive aim (Yeah)
You know it's Lil Uzi (Yeah), that's an expensive name (Yeah)
[Meek Mill:]
I'm goin' hard and my back to the wall (Wall)
I was like JH, just pumpin' and fakin' us, no way they matchin' me off (Matchin' me off)
Who really gon' stick me if we gettin' busy and we seein' rap when it's bought? (Bought)
I won't even practice, I go triple platinum and they sayin' that was a wash, ayy
I switch my Rollie up to a Richard Mille
In the trenches with some young nigga
Tryna tell him how this rich shit really feel
You ain't never been in the field with them late nights, off Benadryl With them great whites, locked in a cell
Like Shawshank, no redemption
I was the richest nigga in the prison
I was strappin' up when niggas wasn't ridin'
I was the richest nigga on a mission
I was motivated, I was watchin' moves
Yeah, I was the brokest nigga, in the kitchen
I was chasin' million when they said I couldn't
I was hard-headed, I ain't listen
Kinda glad that I never did
Now we all made it out the trenches, yeah
All of my money is new
All of my money is blue, riddle me this?
I'm supposed to go get money, and keep doin' favors, and give all my money to who?
You keep tellin' me niggas keep tellin' you what?
Why they be runnin' to you?
And why every time niggas talk about me and it's bad, they keep comin' to you?
I never got that part
Nigga, know you my man
But every time you wanna talk bad 'bout me
They come to you and you come to me like a ho ass nigga
I'll slap the shit out you, fuck it
Woo
Hundreds on hundreds on hundreds on hundreds
My homie a opp, but he know how I rock
So you know that I'm ready, however he comin'
We done went up on these niggas like seventy-nothin'
They talkin' 'bout bodies, we talkin' 'bout millions
We talkin' bout money, they talkin' 'bout killin'
I gotta go to the bathroom as soon as I walk in the building
You know how I'm livin'
Walkin', I'm tuckin' and passin' the glizzy
Don't look all sensitive, you know I ain't slippin'
Come to your trenches, it's just me and one of my savages, nigga, you know I ain't trippin'
I can't get extorted, I'm ballin' like Jordan
We slidin with torches, we totin' and pimpin'
It's fuck what niggas think
I just be laughin' to the bank
[Lil Uzi Vert:]
I done pulled up with the presidential on my wrist and this bitch hit like Hillary
I was just in the kitchen, whippin' Hannah Montana like my name was Billy Ray
And I bet that I have me a hundred million dollars on these niggas 'fore I be twenty-eight
Love her back, when bitches wasn't lovin' me
Twenty-thousand at best, she ain't dubbin' me
I'm on point, ain't no bitch out here runnin' me
Lamborghini, the same color Bumblebee
Pull up Cullinan, same color, butter seats
In the game, ain't no young nigga touchin' me
Yeah, she know that I'm the shit and she know that I'm rich
Every time that I fuck, she say, "Nut in me" (Ayy, Lil Uzi)
Angels (RIP Lil Snupe) lyrics - Meek Mill
Yeah
When Snupe died, I was high, shit, I ain't get to feel it
And I can't lie, I been on my mind and I ain't hear this killin'
Too many guys been switchin' sides, it's only gettin' realer
Look in my eyes, when you see fire, turn me to a villain (Dougie on the beat)
All the money deals made me stress more
Made it out the hood, they think I'm blessed more
Seen my brother's true colors, ain't have a check for 'em
And when it come to my mother, don't even check on
Money and violence, I'm like, "Fuck it, we wildin'"
Whether my dawg was right or wrong, shit, I'm like, "Fuck we, we slidin'"
Sometimes I need to be alone or go to an island and clear my mind up
And you can't cry 'bout that street shit once you sign up
My homie called me 'bout some cash, it fucked my mind up
Niggas was bitin' down my back, it fucked my spine up
You ain't even tell me that them niggas said they tryna rob us, you tryna slime us
Trust gettin' lower as the money go up
Heart gettin' colder, I've been very sober
When they say the opps died, we ain't trippin', we like, "So what?"
We ain't here to keep your name alive 'cause we know that it's over
It's over
It's over (Haha)
It's over
They thought it was over, we got low in the city
I walk in, unload, and I might blow like three fifty
Tell my youngin' go and he will spin 'til he dizzy
Feelin' lucky to be my bro before my enemies get me
And I just wanna know his life from the beginning
Thought I was losin', they was switchin' sides
They tried to win and we winnin', yeah
Snakes in the grass, no hesitation, run 'em over
So I ain't even notice when I ran over a cobra
You was supposed to be my brother, in the trenches we was soldiers
And problems breakin' down, but now my Phantom got a chauffer
And I done bulletproofed the Rover
I can't trust nobody, I can't even invite nobody over
Perkies in my body, I feel less heavy when I'm sober
I did this for my family, I hope this money bring us closer
(Hope this money bring us closer)
Hope this money bring us closer
Whole lot of stuff been on my shoulders, niggas thought that it was over
I've been doin' my thing all quarantine, tryna clean my soul up
Niggas askin' when I'm droppin', shit, I was tryna get some closure
I was tryna see who with me in my darkest deepest moments
See my feelings, I won't want it
They thought it was over, we got low in the city
I walk in, unload, and I might blow like three fifty
Tell my youngin' go and he will spin 'til he dizzy
Feelin' lucky to be my bro before my enemies get me
And I just wanna know his life from the beginning
Thought I was losin', they was switchin' sides
They tried to win and we winnin', yeah
Cold Hearted III lyrics - Meek Mill
Uh, yeah
I been a gangster since like five since my daddy died
Fifty mill' on my account, had to strategize
And when I got it out the mud, I wasn't satisfied
And Lord knows that I was sinnin', but I got gratified
So that shit got justified, every time we touch them pies
War with us, we test them guys
Street sweeper gon' dust them guys
Gotta watch 'em close
Some niggas snakes, don't trust them guys
My niggas said they cool, I'm like, "No, fuck that side"
It's only the mob, rep that shit like it's God
You sign up for this shit, if you switch, you gon' die
If you switch, you gon' die
'Cause I remember all them nights in my cell, I had a mill' to my name
Bills a hundred grand a month, you ain't hear me complain
I'm a G, I take my scars and I wear 'em in pain
You a flea, I cut you off if you chase the fame
You let this money come between us, I ain't barely seen ya
And when you come around, I spin you like a ballerina
Start fallin' back 'cause it got hot, shit like a jalapeño
And I been clutchin' on my Glock even though that I don't mean to
Niggas fake, I don't trust 'em, I wan' dust 'em
I peep they been on some shit, I think it's time to flush 'em
Slide back to back G-Wagons, movin' like the Russians
I'm the only thing that's poppin', of course they gon' discuss 'em, woah
I never thought it would come down to this
Ridin' bulletproofs and hundred rounds and shit
Millions off of rappin', I done found some shit
Deep off in the water, tryna drown some shit
I don't know where I'm goin', I just know I'ma win
And if I pray on my opps, Lord know I'ma sin
Lord know I'ma sin, yeah
And if I go to the hood, they gon' force me to kill
And if nobody gon' slide, I'ma load up and drill, that's no bap
It's no bap, mmm
I know what I gotta do
Hov told me 'bout this type of shit on volume two
Yeah, it was a hard knock life, but we was mobbin' through
And they could've coupled my niggas, but they was dyin' too
I keep my Glock, one in the head
Got me layin' with this shit with my son in the bed
And I won't go to sleep 'til every one of 'em dead
It's crazy this the type of shit that go to my head
I'm hangin' 'round with billionaires
But every time that I pop out, a bunch of killers there
Yeah, it's just money, ain't no feelings here
You wrap the rope and I'm gon' push the chair, yeah, ooh
So many lost lives 'cause niggas couldn't see the envy comin' from all sides
You let them niggas talk to you 'bout me and you crossed sides
And when they swing them choppers, I just hope you ain't offsides
Yeah, mm
Jealousy, envy, self hate
Halo lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Brent Faiyaz)
[Brent Faiyaz:]
Should I just wear a halo?
'Cause I already know too many angels (Know too many angels)
Should I just wear a halo? (Mhm)
'Cause I already know too many angels (Know too many angels, yeah, angels)
[Meek Mill:]
Yeah
I've been grindin' all my life, chasin' dreams
Not really payin' attention what it do to my health
And I could tell you that this life ain't what it seems
But no matter what it is, I stay true to myself
I say, "Young nigga rumble and stay humble through the fake shit"
All this money and bad bitches, I'm in the matrix
Tryna be successful and still fighting open cases
At times I get angry at God, like, "Why you take Nip?"
Got me losin' hope in the hood, I'm feelin' hatred
From niggas that look just like me, same color faces
She say she ain't fuck in a year, I told her taste it
She did it on the first night, and I'm lookin' for my first wife
Tryna find trust in my heart, but it don't work right
Think I'm gettin' numb to the pain, 'cause it don't hurt right
I just wanna go to my hood, wheelie a dirt bike
And post up on the block with the ones that think that I forgot how we was standin' on the corner with them Glocks
But I know, if I go back to that corner, I'll get shot
Or get robbed, in a box to make me fade away
I miss y'all too but this my calling to go pave a way, for real
[Brent Faiyaz:]
Should I just wear a halo?
'Cause I already know too many angels (Know too many angels)
Should I just wear a halo? (Mhm)
'Cause I already know too many angels (Know too many angels, yeah, angels)
[Meek Mill:]
Yeah
And everybody competin' on social media
Shit is fake, all it did was make us greedier
I got it all, and I be still feelin' needier
Tryna shine for all the times they ain't believe in us
So I kinda relate when I see you bein' fake
Shorty take that makeup off, I wanna see your face
Standin' in the club, poppin' bottles, sippin' Ace
Lookin' at the people, lookin' at me like I'm straight
Knowin' I've been goin' through some shit that I don't speak about
Lately I've been stressin' 'bout, man, fuck it, I'ma leave it out
Let 'em know my business, they gon' judge me, fuck it, keep 'em out
I been soul searchin' all alone, diggin' deeper now
Tryna find my truth, dream chasin' as a youth
Last night, shit, I was stressin', I woke up and bought a coupe
Put it on the 'Gram and made a caption, that was cool
But I feel better when I'm pickin' Papi up from school
Just chillin' with my mind, this feel better than when I'm chillin' with the dawgs, I know
All these hoes they ain't really on my side and I know
Say you're my bro, but he ain't really down to slide
And it's a few that got my back, and I could fill it in my spine
And we gon' chase these dreams
Pray the money never make me change
But I got two just to make these lanes
'Cause it's gon' make me aim even higher than ever
Sincerely yours, you know I'm grindin' forever
[Brent Faiyaz:]
Should I just wear a halo?
('Cause I already) 'Cause I already know too many angels
Should I just wear a halo? (Halo)
('Cause I already) 'Cause I already know too many angels
Though it gets hard for me, gotta make a living (A living)
Nigga got mouths to feed, can't turn up missing
Niggas do wrong by me, I'm unforgiving
Should I just wear a halo? (Halo)
Flamerz Flow lyrics - Meek Mill
1209
What it do, 30? (What it do, 30?)
One false move, you a goner
We was maskin' up before corona
Young nigga hangin' out the Bentley
While I'm swinging 'round the corner
Paper tag, this is not a loaner
Drug dealer, this one for the owners
This ain't for the leasers
Tom Ford loafers, you could never tie my sneakers
Put her on the block list, I'm like "Bye Felicia"
I be on the island with a Spanish mamacita
And shorty, she be wildin', it's no way that I'ma eat her
Fuck her, I don't feed her, I just fuck her, I don't need her
I'm like "We just tryna win shit", Glock, fourth gen shit
Clear clip, extend shit, don't fear shit, we bend shit
Two friends kissin' on the yacht, that's like a friendship
New Benz, when we hit they block, we spinnin' they're shit
We be ridin' bulletproof, 'cause we be really in shit
He was ridin' bulletproof, we shot it 'til we flipped it
Nigga, I was sturdy back when I was dirty
Started with an ounce, had twenty million by the time I'm thirty
I was in and out, deep in that field where niggas die by thirty
Hangin' with the killers playin' bye-bye-birdy, ya' dig?
Condo in Tribeca, got my mom in Jersey
I wish death on anything that threaten me or try to hurt me
I was rich as fuck, ain't play my cell, I'm out here bright and early
Workout with the lifers doin' a thousand burpees, you dig?
Plain Jane, Richard, five-hundred-eighty Benz
Shit expensive, gotta watch the way you shake my hand
I make the Richie match the Virgil, I just changed the band
They killed my daddy, I was five and I got made a man
Middle Of It lyrics - Meek Mill
[Meek Mill:]
(We got Xander)
Yeah
(Yo Nick Papz, make it slap)
I'm not the leader but follow the lead
Poppin' some shit that's out of your league
Shawty identical, Bella Hadid (Shawty identical)
She beggin', tellin' me "Please"
The Patek keep tellin' her to freeze (Freeze)
She think I tell her to chill and I'm tryna tell her to leave (Leave)
Woah, woah, woah
Bendin' in the corner, I (Bendin', bendin')
Bendin' the corner, I drum up some shit
I think you know about times it was lit
Seventeen summers been runnin' this shit
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I heard lil' shawty was fuckin' a Crip
Bought her a blue Birkin now I got her whole crew workin' on me, suckin' that dick, woah (Woah, woah)
I do not parlay with thots (I don't)
I'd rather party with Glocks
Hangin' with killers and callin' the shots (Yeah)
Niggas be beefin' with gang, can't go to the club, we in all the spots, yeah
Niggas be beefin' with gang, no cuffin' no hoes, yeah, all of them thots
All of my homies a hunnid and more (Woo)
Ain't got a honey bun, go to the store (Woo)
Not to demean you but I gotta teach you, if you want this money, you doin' your chores
Washin' your dishes, the rags and the riches
The Glock with the switches, we handlin' business
We go on a mission, we don't know no bitches
Now spend like a ticket, we goin' to court (Yeah)
Dropped in the DM, like, "Fuck is you doin' this for?," you know I was goin' to war
She tried to link me and give me two and a four, I left it in a hole in the floor
Left on the chopper, I feel like I'm Chapo, I got out that bitch and I turn up some more
Went to Miami for four hunnid thousand, to roll up some loud with a boat on the water (Woah)
Blood still treat me like fam, my youngboy go with his daughter (Facts)
Beat the casino for two to four million and text my account, it's slaughter (Facts)
I made a fifty now I want a hunnid, a billi', it go in that order (Facts)
Ha!
Daddy died by a.44, I be livin' like a warlord
'Member I was shackled [?] up, now I'm back to backin' in a four-door
Million dollars worth of jewelry on, no insurance on, like, "What's goin' on?"
In the trenches like it's regular, people think that I be showin' off
All these niggas talkin' they be goin' off, gotta blow it off
Left my youngin' with the presidential at the Waldorf to hit a star raw
Told me as soon as he got it, he dip it inside it and goin' in raw dog
I give a fuck she an actress, a singer, or model, I pray it don't fall off
Let's pray
All these hoes still fuckin'
Ran up a check and you know how we bummin'
Get to a milli' then run up them Bentleys
I'm fresh outta Philly, you know we ain't runnin'
I see these niggas talk shit on the internet
Catch 'em in traffic, I know it ain't nothin'
I told my youngin' to spin and to let out, as soon as he let out I throwed a little sum (Brr)
Boss in my hood, I'm like Richard Porter
I just fucked a dime for free and she ain't get a quarter
But I still wired the five racks because that shit was water
Gang!
Ha!
[Vory:]
All the money that I sent you, that don't last too long
Pussy good, I might just have to put my crew on
Ten years runnin' shit, and she know that I'm two on
Baby, don't be surprised if I ain't shoot a drop before the team or somethin'
I know you started with nothin'
Always startin' something but wanna talk about nothin', oh yeah, yeah
And please don't be surprised if I shoot the fuckin' broads, girl, you know it goes
Girl, you know how it goes, oh yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Shawty for the downfall, she wan' spend her own drug
So please don't be surprised if I shoot or fuck the team, or somethin'
'Cause you started with nothin'
Always turning nothings to somethings
Yeah
Oh baby
Pain Away lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Lil Durk)
[Meek Mill:]
Yeah, woo
We was in the trenches, tryna get it out the mud
Lookin' up to killers, tryna figure who I was
Sold the Richard Porter, I just want to feel the love
I feel like a Crip 'cause I can't even trust my blood (Blood)
Loyalty, (You know what loyalty is?), I say, "Spoil me"
You ain't my dawg, you fallin' out of about no lawyer fee (No lawyer fee)
You had a brick and I ain't even have a quarter key
You never seen my hand out, I knew it was more to me
It's more than us to see our sons and all our daughters eat
'Cause I got cops tryna lock me, opps out tryna slaughter me
But I stay prayed up, loadin' all these K's up
'Cause I ain't get advice from all them nights back when I stayed up
Don't hit me about no show if you ain't came to set the stage up
We God body, threw a thousand shots, they barely grazed us
And I can't let 'em make my grave up
I just hope this money take the pain away
And I've been tryna save my money for a rainy day
But I just bought that Rolls truck to take the pain away
And all these diamonds give me confidence
Don't judge my pain if you don't know the shit that I'm against
[Lil Durk:]
The Percocet, it take your pain away (Pain away)
One nigga tellin', done take the gag away (Gag away)
Washin' blood with bleach, don't wash the stain away (Stain away)
Seen my brother die, he died a stranger way (Stranger way)
Hangin' with the real one, hang with lames today (Lames today)
Bein' counted out, I had to make a way (To make a way)
Snaked by one of my dawgs, I had to stay away (Stay away)
Millions dollars cash put up for a rainy day (Rainy day)
For a rainy
Durkio, I'm different with it (I'm different with it)
I praise the trenches like I ain't lose none of my niggas in it (Niggas in it)
I pray my daughter don't go through what I go through with different women (Different women)
And I'm talking 'bout all different niggas (Different niggas)
And I don't get these niggas (Get these niggas)
Why these niggas tryna hang like they ain't lynchin' niggas? (They ain't lynchin' niggas)
The opposition be sayin' my name, tryna get attention with it (Get attention with it)
I know an opp, people suspect, now he a victim with it
[Meek Mill:]
I just hope this money take the pain away
And I've been tryna save my money for a rainy day
But I just bought the Rolls truck to take the pain away
And all these diamonds give me confidence
Don't judge my pain if you don't know the shit that I'm against
GTA lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. 42 Dugg)
[Meek Mill:]
Certain shit I don't even say
Certain shit ain't no need to say
Yeah, big chasers, big chasers
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, woo
Hood nigga, choppa to the jet, shit like GTA
Fly them hoes out, send a caddy, what's the ETA?
Fuckin' on this oiled lightskin bitch, look like Lisa Ray
Niggas say it's up with me, it's stuck with me, shit, either way
Watching all you weirdos on the 'Gram, it ain't no need to say
Who the realest in this shit? I took a stance to lead the way
I don't want no smoke with you, I see you, you 'gon plead your case
'Cause my nigga 'gon go at you, and I'm 'gon tell him, "Blead the brakes"
Yeah, brand new F&N, it ain't no checkin' in
I told the promoter, "We can't bring them drums, then we ain't steppin' in"
No rollin' over, we got lawyer money, don't do no questionin'
Magnolia soldier, we gon' make it clap, shooters like Stephen and we Warriors
Comin' down Collins, 'bout to fuck Story up
Wake up in Cali, bad bitch, Waldorf Astoria
Fly her to Bali, she ain't tripping, she on the tour with us
Poppin' that pussy, actin' different, she doin' more for us
Big racks, we got that bitch tweakin', yeah
Spin back, we 'bout to get even, yeah
Niggas said it ain't no smoke with me, you better leave it there
'Cause if I see y'all niggas be poppin' out, I put it even there
Yeah, for real
Ooh, I turned shorty up
Sipping on that 1942, I got my.40 tucked
Oh, you got your 42, nigga, I got 40 of 'em
I rock Carties, you can't see my eyes 'cause I be pouring up
RIP my young boy, that's Osama, hit my shawty up
Told me never trust a stripper bitch 'cause that's what caught him up
Every time you catch me in some shit, it caught like four and up
Caught your homie lackin' at the light, so shit, we tore it up
Feds came and grabbed you 'bout them bricks
That's when he brought me up
Feds came and grabbed him 'bout them bricks
That's when he brought me up, aye
[42 Dugg]
I been riding with choppas, aces, I'm glad you brought him up
RIP my uncle, free my youngin, bitch we Audi'ed up
I heard you fucked around, I'm fuckin' now, I like to pass shit
I had sixty outta sixty-two, I'm talking bad bitches
I talk cash shit, I like to crash shit, I'm vibin' on fast whips
I might go Lamb truck, I'm blowing it out if I get jammed up
Them niggas ran, what? Threw his shit back if he ran up
Meek asked cause, I make it jump then get it gone, nigga ask Bud
I got his bitch singing my songs and she half-Blood
I'm half-rapper, whole trapper, I got bad luck
Turned into Mamba when it's drama, I don't pass much
I post dawg and get cutty, I'ma shack somethin'
And every time we double back, my niggas whack somethin'
I ain't been selling too much crack, bitch I got racks comin'
Tell my bitch I love her
And if you catch her cheating, nigga, tell that bitch it's fuck her
Boy and her are eating, nigga I can't wait to up it
Bitch ass niggas
Free them boys
Think It's A Game lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Vory)
[Vory:]
It's too much, too much, too much, yeah
Tell 'em, ayy
Girl, just leave me in silence
Just got a call from all my niggas, said they still 'bout it
Closest homie turned his back, we gotta kill 'bout it
Even though it hurt my soul, act like I don't care about it
Nigga, fuck this rap shit, ain't no cap shit
I was rich before this rap shit, fuck a caption
And your nigga said he want action, so he get clapped quick
Fuck around and name that Nina Brad Pitt, 'cause he an actress and I'm a savage
Pussy, hmm
Think it's a game until they holdin' onto your brains and shit, do you?
Ayy
Think it's a game, nothin' do you?
Think it's a game, yeah
[Meek Mill:]
My homie turned his back on me, I don't know how to feel about it
'Cause I get deep in my feelings and I won't kill 'bout it
'Cause niggas be knowin' my business and don't be real solid
I got real problems
Made my list for the hoes that flex, went back and still popped them
Couldn't be holding this shit down ten, went in my wheel body
Ain't seen my cousin like six months but still gon' drill 'bout him
He in those trenches and I can't act like I don't care 'bout it
This shit a war
Nigga, I'm the plug, ain't no extension cord
Headshots soon as I spin the block, fuck you sent 'em for?
Like you ain't know we stand on opps, sent 'em to the Lord
Look 'em in they eyes 'til they die, without no feelings for 'em
[Vory:]
Yeah
I done seen a couple M's at 22, nigga who the fuck is you?
You say you got shooters with you?
Well, I got shooters too
All my niggas missin' screws
All they know is true
He a killer but is aim off
So we must recruit
That niggas tryin' me and mob, bitch I'm tyin' boots, yeah
They tellin' everything but the truth
Don't need no soldiers talkin' for me, baby I'm a troop
Done named my shooter Stephen Curry, all he know is shoot, yeah
I'm talkin' close range
Say your niggas out here wildin', we on the same thing, yeah
We on the same thing
His pain is my pain, we got the same pain
[Meek Mill:]
Glock.40 help me, sleep better
Know where you live, know where I leave
So we could creep better
Go get your gun, I make my gun turn you to three letters
And have your soul forever rest in peace
No, we better than that
New Berrettas and MACs
New vendettas attached
And we can't never get back
Now you can never relax
You gotta forever be strapped, pussy
In the valleys of the shadows of death
Will the reaper be regained?
We never pressed to play them
Clubs on the weekend 'cause that's gon' lead us only
Thuggin' and beefin' with some lil' niggas that's beneath us
Probably ain't even eatin', that's lose-lose
We kill ten of y'all, we ain't even even
You niggas jealous
[Vory:]
You just left me in silence
Just got a call from all my niggas, said they still 'bout it
Closest homie turned his back, we gotta kill 'bout it
Even though it hurt my soul, act like I don't care about it
Nigga, fuck this rap shit, ain't no cap shit
I was rich before this rap shit, fuck a caption
And your nigga said he want action, so he get clapped quick
Fuck around and name that Nina Brad Pitt, 'cause he an actress and I'm a savage
Pussy, hmm
Think it's a game until they holdin' onto your brains and shit, do you?
Ayy
Think it's a game, nothin' do you?
Think it's a game, yeah
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