Times Like This lyrics - Meek Mill
Times like this you need somebody tellin you the truth
Oh what a feelin tryna count up twenty million in a villa on a island
With some bitches while they wildin, we throw twitches on them glitches
When they fthhhh
Moment of silence niggas hungry we the riches
Only choice is result to violence we got scorch them if they try us
Flame niggas yea I rap but Imma shooter too
Like dame lilard I seen money change niggas like four quarters in the fourth quarter
I ain't change with them I fought harder had went Jordan
Caught charges couldn't even sweat me down I got book smarter
Now the planes private like the finsta when we book charter
Look harder you will see the clarity in the stones
I'm back outside wacking killer's doing charity when I'm home
Had to check to see if they miss me thought they was happy when I was gone
Playing shiesty with these bitches I know exactly what they on
Gave my dawg life I'm wishing I could grab him through the phone
Because I knowing how he feel back when they had me there alone
I'm on there chopper me and Rubin and I'm exactly where I belong
Came up trappin off the phone these niggas wasn't happy I was home
You ever make a bad decision niggas happy that you wrong
I use to pray for times like this you can't even imagine what I be on nigga
(Times like this you need somebody tellin you the truth)
Tell 'em
I wish I could of talked to B before he made his move
I'm knowing if he talked to me he would've played it cool
I taught you how to respect the game
How you break the rules, you really broke so many hearts I barely could be in the dark
Because I see ghosts in the room, you ever feel a feelin oooh
When you lose your dog and now your heart feel like a inner tube
This right at the part whenever I talk it feel like a interlude
They askin when I drop, I don't want to do no interviews
I don't want talk rap shit my dog in the casket
And the ones I call day ones ain't all really tapped in
And hoes I thought that won ain't all really that lit
Because the bros they had got they cake up I already had it I
I already had it I forgot I did
Doing everything for everyone almost forgot to live
Tryna keep it humble around a hater I almost forgot I'm big
Now I don't give a fuck who go against me now that I got them Ms
WAR
I had to put life on the line for this shit
Tell me about it
If you ain't in it with me don't try to spend it with me
Because you know how I get I go a thousand nights about them millions
On god
You niggas talk about practice
Came From The Bottom lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Oschino)
I'm back on that Dream chaser shit man fuck it
Loyalty brings fourth royalty
Forever
Lamborghini through the hood just to motivate the trenches
Riding round like it's all good even though I know these niggas vicious
All this cash they say I changed if niggas broke I get suspicious
That's my dawg from back in the day but I'm gone go with my extension
I bring my F&N to any city I ain't checking in, shit they ain't hear me
I said let me in was at the door while it rain and it poor
Now we jumping out them things in Dior
Brand new Rolls Royce the umbrella shit it came in the door
They never thought that we would take it this far
She a baddie tip toeing all on the marble it ain't a stain on the floor
They never thought that we would make it this far
Because I was down bad now it's mansion with the palm trees
Choppers to the jet just me and Rubin shit beyond me
I ain't even pray to live this way this shit came found me
Quarter million on my left the perfect timing
Because what's a problem to a schedule that keep changing
Remember I was down bad ain't nobody do no favors
I'm like where was y'all at when I was grinding stomach caved in
Guess it all was worth it
Circle got smaller ever since I got boxed in
Realest nigga breathing and you know I'm going top ten
I remember stressing over hoes but now it's options
Made it through it all so this ain't no sad song shit no way No
This ain't no sad song shit no way
No
This ain't no sad song shit, momma dry your tears take this crib
Now that's some boss shit okay only big dog shit
Big dog, only big dog shit, big boss
Only big boss shit, big boss only big dog shit
LITTY
Casamigo me and two freak hoes
I hit them both like two free throws
Bad lil bitch ride dick with the lights on shit be boosting my ego
I come through no shirt with the pipe on shit like a rich nigga cheat code
You come through tryna stunt with your ice on y'all bitch niggas get Deeboed Mhhhmmm
New dior hit the store buy it all then we hittin allure
Make it rain don't slip on the floor, stack paper get more
I can pop my shit on the fourth clear port like we all aboard
Touchdown like we on a tour
Let's get it mhmm
Shorty a stripper he see her wanna tip her that pussy get wetter because
She a real dripper fuckin her better she tellin her friends
We fuckin together because she a real nigga
I'm in the trenches I jump out the Benz you niggas can't touch me because
I'm With the killers, real steppers, I only really wanna fuck with the hitters
I only really wanna fuck with the gang, just me with the gang like 24 bitches
We in the spot like 24 deep just one snub nose and like 24 switches
I know these niggas be talkin bout me because niggas be jealous that's
None of my business
All in they feeelings running they mouths acting like one of my bitches
No time for fake bitches just sip this ace of space wit these real bitches
We got switches on them things call it kill switches
This the hand that god dealt me they can't deal with us
Because I was down bad now it's mansion with the palm trees
Choppers to the jet just me and Rubin shit beyond me
I ain't even pray to live this way this shit came found me
Quarter million on my left the perfect timing
Because what's a problem to a schedule that keep changing
Remember I was down bad ain't nobody do no favors
I'm like where was y'all at when I was grinding stomach caved in
Guess it all was worth it
Where was y'all at when I was grinding stomach caved in
Guess it all was worth it
It was
Whatever I Want lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Fivio Foreign)
Meek Milly
Jump right back in that mode shorty sadity she lookin so pretty
She give me that wiggy in the back of the rolls
Aye aye feel like I'm cracking the code
Niggas ain't with me they must be against me I'm telling my
My hittas to snatch they soul
North side niggas know that I'm t'd, niggas talk that shit when I leave
I came Glock ten with a drum if niggas want smoke I'll turn habib
If shorty don't go I'll leave to fast for the hoe high speed
On the gram do a post for the pic if you put on that shit
And you having this cheeeesee
Give me a shot and get another one
Give me a Thot and give my brother one
I make it hot soon as the summer come
I make it hot hot hot, I'm at the top I am not one of them
I got a Glock, came with a drum in em switch with the box
Niggas can't run from them man it go Fa Fa Fa
What is he on whatever he want
What is he doin whatever he want
Take her right 2 the store get whatever you want
Aye I can go to my hood whenever I want
Niggas say I ain't good P P got one
All things getting stood whenever I want
Whenever I want yea
She want stand on business
I'm about to boost this lil bitch stock get caught
On cameras wit us, pull up and fuck these niggas block up got Maybach Phantoms
With us
Play and we fucking these niggas block up got ladders, hammers with us
Bottega I'm puttin it on I might mix it with Ricky I'm drawn
I might kiss her I really get litty, I'm eating her pussy I dip it in raw
I'm so drippy you might need a straw, I'm like jimmy no really I ball
I'm from Philly I hang out with killers I be in the hood all the wolves and the dogs
Hoo! Shawty a dog Hoo! and I'm a dog too, one in the head and I'm keeping my finger
On the trigger like R2, niggas say he want me dead burnin his head
Aw shoot
Shit like golden state everybody winnin we all shoot
And I like Christian Dior bitch why you not look at me for
Your best friend watching is pissin me off
She usually fuck when I get in the door
See a opp and I'm clickin it more, see me on tv it's tickin them off
My hand on her head and my dick in her jaws
She fuckin her homies to get to the source
I remember them trips to them sides
I reminisce when I'm hittin the Zaa
When they say my name I be getting surprised
He look at me wrong get hit in his eyes
That's some shit that I wouldn't advise
You a driller then get in this ride
Free all my all my niggas, I'm missing the guys
I pop me a perky to get in the vibes
I remember goin on invasions in the crib give me all your savings
Get a million views is motivation, we was goin viral from the basement
Now it's forty thousand for a placement and I'm rich off my reputation
Praying to god so I know that I would make it
But I was committing sins while I was waiting
And I get head when I want, and I get bread when I want
Hundred thousand that's a regular month
I only love her when I'm ready to nut
That's when I'm ready to nut, she get whatever she want
I get whatever I want, I get whatever I want, I get whatever I want
I get whatever I want, I get whatever I want, and that's when I'm ready to nut
I get whatever I want, I get whatever I want, I get whatever I want
Big Boy lyrics - Meek Mill
Anybody go against the gang it's a real bad karma
With them choppers
Ya dig
Niggas know who run the city I'm like yea yea
Gave my sister platinum Amex card was just on welfare
My dawg had asked me to bring that AR out and I'm like
Hell yea
Y'all only be popping out at the club because y'all know
Twelve there
Still step on you like twelve stairs
I can't take no more, catch you rapping and snatch him out
Of his jewels because I can't fake no more
Riding with some shit off C O D can't even play no more
You swing on me my dawg a tap that switch til it don't spray no more
He empty that, I'm from Philly, back door we get into that
I will really, wack you bout that shit you said on the internet
Richard Millie right there in the trenches where we sinnin at
He try cut through the Allie and got smoke right there where the fences at
They don't know where my mental at, I think niggas think it's sweet
Because I been given back, call Cuzzo take them rentals back
Yea
We them niggas that been poppin all that Big Boy Shit
Brand new AP on my Wrist
No that's a Big Big Brick
Hundred rounds from out that chopper this a Big Boy Stick
Who want go to war, show way too much love to all these niggas
I can't even show no more
Put the bitch on 17 Pjets that ain't yo hoe no more, send a blitz
Them killers come with that switch til they can't go no more
Blow it
Lately I been like fuck niggas, because I don't trust niggas
Cut him off I don't fuck with him, must be a fuck nigga
Big phantom in the trenches feelin like a truck nigga
I can fuck for free but I give her racks
Because I fuck with her Million dollar jewelry
I rock Louie with my dunks with it
She act like a groupie I get stupid on her, won't hit it
I fear no nigga, I'm here four killers, no tellin how I'm coming
It might be cullinan or 4 wheelers
She ain't tellin them that we fuckin
Because she can tell that I got more bitches
More glocks more switches, trappin off of Forbes lists
Yea
And these niggas don't want no war with us
Posted up in the trench I got that chop right by the store with us
I get to lockin in like I went broke when I need more millions
More money more killings shit just made me more vicious
I flew her out on a one way ain't been back because she on tour with us
Yea
We them niggas that been poppin all that Big Boy Shit
Brand new AP on my wrist No that's a Big Big Brick
Hundred rounds from our that chopper this a Big Boy Stick
Who want go to war, show way too much love to all these niggas
I can't even show no more
Put the bitch on 17 Pjets that ain't yo hoe nomore, send a blitz
Them killers come with that switch til they can't go no more
Blow it, yea
Giving Chanel lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Future)
Come with the gang he one of the gang
I get him a lawyer or pay him a bail
He a little shooter he ain't got no bitches I get
One of my bitches to send him some mail
I was just whipping the rarri on Collins
Giving them hell, she was just eating until she crying
It's giving Chanel, give me some money I know what to do
I turn one into the two and just give me a scale
Stacking my coins and my diamonds is water
I'm knowing these niggas ain't wishing me well
He got hit up with that Yop stick, ooh his kidneys failed
I been putting it on and you know Imma pop shit
Because I'm really FR, I ain't kissing tell
Imma keep it a racky niggas never could pack me in the back of the Bach
With a Maybach in back me
Know I'm rich as a rich as a athlete and I know what to do if them
People come grab me no I'm never gonna press plea
Say I'm tellin on who it'll get you smoked automatically
It will go on my rap sheet
Ooo racks
She throwin it because it was fat, I'm blowing it because
I be knowing I like it get focused and go get it back
She getting real hype around mike hov and them I just told her relax
This shit out the trenches I'm fresh out the kitchen from turning the stove to the max
And they killed my dawg a few days ago I ain't holding it back (LilB)
Can't even explain how I feel unless I'm rolling off these pills
I smoke some weed to go to sleep and wake up praying it ain't real
Go threw some new shit every week I need some head so I can chill
FR FR FR FR I'm really like that FRFR nigga got smack FRFR
He ain't really like that in the field FR
Really got back I started with nothing
I'll show you how to run up them Ms FR
FRFRFRFR
I'm on a G6 in a 747 fucking high as a plane
That's my lil nigga he a lil shooter
I gave him a bitch told her blow out his brain
I'm on jetskies in the ocean given them hell she eat the dick up until
She cry cry cry it's given Chanel
I got them hitters with me bought a whole lotta switches
With me like I'm back in the trenches
I took the street route when
I wake up and leave out I can throw on Givenchy
I'm in the back of the Bach with a bach following me with a rolls Behind
I got the Mac on the side of me rackeys and I'm rich as a athlete
I don't know how to talk back to the police if I get caught with a whole key
Whippin a Beamer I'm rockin a Rollie having trap money lowkey
I'm rocking Prada on Prada on LV got more water on then the Maldives
Ain't have no problem with getting the benjies I can smell all the envy
200 milly FRFR I'm still with the niggas that kill FR
I'm in a milly FRFR they gone on a drilly FRFR
Run up a Billy FRFR I bill and I Nilly FRFR
I got them racks them racks them racks, forreal they came in a vacuum seal
I'm in a coupe coupe and I'm dropping the top off boutta hit off a cougar
I got a plug plug when it comes to the drug drugs I got money and chula
You in the hood now got them robbers and killers round nigga work on a hill
I'm about to touch down where they runnin and Gunning down bought them sticks with us
I'm getting a wetski in the back of the benzy from two friendski's
I got some mixed breeds tryna eat up my undies getting hungry
I'm on a lear the vision the clips clear Cartier
She gave me mop top all year now it's giving some new gear
I got some bitches I'm ballin on this year think I'm playin for Pat Riley
I bet the hoes can hear me on G6 but they thought we was doing molly
I'm in the pent the one with the city view the one with the glass you get what you choose
Riding the bat mobile 200 to sit on the dash it's giving them coupe
SHAQ & KOBE lyrics - Rick Ross & Meek Mill
Ha, what is this?
Maybach Music
I like this Maybach Music
Sweet
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Niggas wanna see you lose when you makin' moves
We bringin' tools in any rooms, we tryna break the rules
Niggas is haters, they ain't goons, we tryna make 'em food
I never thought I'd make the force before I make the news (Never)
Having a threesome with some bitches and still ain't amused (I ain't)
I pick and choose, put on my jewels, its like I lit the fuse (It's lit)
I call the shots and all the killas be like, "What's the move?" (Let's get 'em)
Hunnid grand you and ya lil man get split in two (Split 'em)
Hm, my life got way realer
Playing with them millions, and it turned me to a made nigga
Anywhere in the cash is how I reacted when they played with him
Statements got retracted when niggas ratted 'cause we spray niggas
Mafioso sippin' Lobos, jumpin' off the chopper to the yacht off the Gold Coast
We was toting choppas on the block selling coco
Now we treating models like they thots out in SoHo
Thirty mil in cash do these niggas bad
They never thought I'd go this far just from a pen and pad
I seen my dawg kill my dawg just to get a stash
He went up top, they banged him out, got that nigga slashed
Too much
Too much money and power
Walk up in the spot, a bunch of steppers, we tuckin' the choppas
We tuckin' the choppas
Too much money and power
Too much
Hustlin' 24 hours
24 hours
Too much money and power
Stumble to the penthouse with a baddie to fuck in the shower
Fuck in the shower
Too much money and power
Too much
Hustlin' 24 hours
24 hours
I left a team of niggas in a red tape
Digging through they pockets, left they shoes unlaced
Homicide on another case
Mouth wide, gold teeth with a pale face (bang)
My niggas couldn't read, had impediments
But they never would leave any evidence
Your mother still in pain, it's been a few days
But you notice how it came with minimum wage
They thought it was a game till the shots rang
Six niggas laying on a same box spring
How you dead broke, but got a dope charge?
Gotta rob a bank just to post bond
Got a choppa with me for the close calls
Helicopter on the roof, 'cause I want war
Kill a niggas in the streets, I call it a feast
Twenty million I can see, and all in a week (Boss)
We only on the yachts with tequila shots
It's only paper work when we leave the lot
Calamari in California, yeah, I want a kiss
All you envious devil demons, you can suck a dick (Bitch)
I hope you die slow with your blindfold
Ya bitch still at home with her mind blown
I got a pool of parrots and some buffalos
And I got a pool of parrots and a bungalow
Still flippin' numbers, talkin' summersaults
Everybody get to eat, that's what a winner called (Double M)
I'm sippin' champagne I own it myself (Boss)
You niggas better learn to own you some wealth
Too much
Too much money and power
Walk up in the spot, a bunch of steppers, we tuckin' the choppas
We tuckin' the choppas
Too much money and power
Too much
Hustlin' 24 hours
24 hours
Too much money and power
Stumble to the penthouse with a baddie to fuck in the shower
Fuck in the shower
Too much money and power
Too much
Hustlin' 24 hours
24 hours
Somebody said, "Too good to be true"
Star Island lyrics - Rick Ross & Meek Mill
Tell them niggas, "Get in line," they ain't got no money (None, brrt, brrt)
Spent thirty-five million on my jet, nigga (Woo)
Week later, spent another thirty-five million (Woah, double M)
On a palace on motherfuckin' Star Island
(ATL Jacob, he a fuckin' millionaire)
Take notes, nigga (Huh)
Life up easy (Lot), a lot of riders on it (A lot, ruckus)
I play greasy (What?), it ain't no plottin' on me (No plottin', brrt)
She too easy, I told the bro to lob her for me (Throw that out)
If I catch you cheatin', I'll buy you a watch, we probably gon' rob you for it
A lot of money (A lot)
You ain't never countin' no money 'til you get tired of money (Woo)
Totin', runnin' 'round, right hand in the trenches with all my diamonds on me (Brrt)
Homie a clown, get hit in his head, you see on fire on 'em
Switchy on the pound, rip through his Louis felt like it's fire on him, it's hot
I'm with Ricky, me and my sticky (Boss)
Right in the rear view, niggas tricky
I got twenty hoes right now, but only gon' two 'cause I'm picky
Pullin' a Rolls-Royce through my old hood, it ain't no way they could miss me (No way)
She was on demon time, lil' ho-ho (Huh), it ain't no way she could kiss me
It ain't no way (It ain't no way)
It ain't no way (It ain't no way)
I just sniped a famous bitch and cut her like she OJ
She was tryna play with me, I'ma text her on her birthday
For what? (For what?)
Just to ask her if she okay
Okay (Okay)
Okay, okay (Okay, okay)
Meek, I love it, nigga (I love it)
I love it (I love it), yes (M-M-)
Jokić and Murray, you know we determined
Sendin' my shooters like a movie, I'm closin' your curtains (Uh)
Kobe and Shaq (Shaq), the bottles are black (Black)
The nine inches to you bitches and all of you rats (Rat)
Why you countin' my pockets? (Pockets)
Bitches DM my bitches (Bitches)
IRS sheet been talkin', real estate is extensive (Extensive)
My money retarded (Ha), since you niggas is dummies (Dummy)
And my label the largest (M-M-), I just came for the money (Brrt)
I'm not dissin' you niggas (Nah)
I'm just tippin' the killers (Biggest)
We can share all the women (Woo)
I'm not gettin' no feelings (Hahaha)
Africa to Nairobi (Nairobi)
I got kids in the village (Village)
Yes, they call me, "Don dada" (Don dada)
Been through pain and they feel it (Uh)
Put the hoes on a bus (Bus)
We could jump on a jet (Jet)
737, I'ma jump on the next (Hahaha)
Them fake ass lab diamonds (Lab)
Left a lump on your neck (Lab)
I gave your bitch a double M, it ain't none but baguettes (Baguettes)
Yes, baguettes
It's too good to be true (M-M-)
They can't believe we pulled it off, nigga
Go To Hell lyrics - Rick Ross, Meek Mill, Cool & Dre (feat. BEAM)
These are the things I can do without, come on
I'm talking to you, come on
Dope boy excellence
They gave you life-
Elevation
Uh (Cool & Dre)
And in return, you gave them-
Big blunts, dope boys wanna smoke with me (Uh)
Now we ride double M's through the whole city (Huh)
Niggas talkin' down, but they hoes feel me
A nine figure nigga, all I wanna talk is business (Facts)
I seen a big mouth get a closed casket
Self made, took over the whole racket
A kilo after kilo, see who move the most
Two hundred foot yacht, she wanna see the coast (Woo)
You can't be chasin' money with the wrong approach (No)
Commas only comin' once you got a coach (Huh)
I'm the Walt Frazier, that's for all ages (Ha)
The Don Shula, shooter nigga, tall lasers (Brrt)
Bitch boys run to social media (Woo)
Rich nigga, name in Wikipedia (Boss)
If I fuck her once, she wanna fuck me twice (Huh)
All the real niggas clique up, let's get rich tonight (Uh)
Only the real recognize real
Give me somethin' I can feel, so I know that it's real
This bandemic infectious, bloody diamonds on this necklace
This bandemic infectious, bloody diamonds on this necklace
Uh
I put fifty on her wrist to make her nastier
I'm doin' numbers on these niggas, it ain't no passin' us
Bad bitch suckin' it out me, Count Dracula
Whole gang with me on a twenty passenger
Kraft with us, at the table eatin' crabs with us
Labels callin' everyday to get some cash to us
'Member when they thought I wasn't smart, they tried to laugh at us
But I still catch 'em at the door, like "Give them Pateks up" (Give that shit up)
Laugh now, cry later, play it cool, slide later, I know I'm gon' die later
On a corner, a four pound, two dollars, some Now and Laters
I'm a real life survivor, them people was tryna fade us
Lil' shorty with me fine, she look like Sanaa Lathan
I don't get her what she want, and she turn into a cry baby
Bye baby, I be out of time, baby
If they catch us on a date, you blowin' up like a bomb, baby
I made twenty mill' last month, you better make up yo' mind, baby
You can do anything you want, just don't get out of line, baby
I'm doin' anything I want, I'm havin' lunch with Tom Brady
Talkin' 'bout his girl problems, I can't lie, I related, only real recognize the real
I was so deep up in the field, I know how he feel
I ain't make it to the NFL, but shit, I'm Meek Mill
And every time they see me fail, shit, I prevail
Every time I rap, it sound like I'm talkin' in gold, and I'll never sell my soul
Only the real recognize real
Give me somethin' I can feel, so I know that it's real
This bandemic infectious, bloody diamonds on this necklace
This bandemic infectious, bloody diamonds on this necklace
Uh, yes
My niggas got indicted, couple made it back (Uh)
Once you seen a hundred, then you made a stack (Yes)
I'm coppin' real estate like I'm still slangin' crack
I left Def Jam once I made the max (Woo)
Look at how I'm livin', jugglin' the raps
I told the record labels "You can keep the plaques" (Huh)
Choppers in the car, it ain't no need for masks (Brrt)
I do it how I do it with my evil ass
M-M-Maybach Music
Only the real recognize real
Give me somethin' I can feel, so I know that it's real
800 Karats lyrics - Rick Ross & Meek Mill
[Meek Mill:]
I know they don't like me, niggas say I think I'm arrogant
I can't bring my Philly niggas with me, they like terrorists (Brrt)
Pop out, I got twenty bitches with me and I'm sharin' 'em
That is not my lady, ho my baby, she my surrogate
Gave her twenty racks, she like, "Period"
Pussy cracked, super wet like a Aquarius
I asked her what's her sign, and she said, "Meek, a Sagittarius
I told you twenty times, this pussy makin' you delirious"
I'm serious, they cannot figure where he is
They cannot figure how I built this shit up like the pyramids
I figure-four a model bitch (Yeah)
For an experience
Was in an SEL, that bitch be growlin', fast and furious (Woo)
I got everything, for real
These niggas know how I came, for real
Fuck me once, she came, for real
Fuck me twice, I came Chanel
I do not like rappin' with these rappers, they be playin', for real
And I do not be playin', for real
I came with niggas that came to kill, on gang
[Rick Ross:]
(M-M-) This the biggest
(Huh) This the biggest
(Huh) This the biggest
(M-M-)
Fisher island, I drop the top, I got two bitches smilin' (Hahaha)
Get a pilot, I'm takin' off, I'm talkin' different mileage
Mozambique, hit up my dawg, we diggin' for some diamonds
Me and Meek got all in on tellers who look the brightest (Woo)
Bitches slide, won't come back (Huh)
Just to come give me they neck (Huh)
I just play with finesse, then I tell 'em what's next
I'm as rich as they come, I'ma get me some checks (Boss)
I could live on the run, I got cribs on the West (Maybach Music)
I'm the best where I'm from 'cause I did it the best
All the bodies that we done done, know that come with respect (Huh)
Get a dog check, woo, get a dog check, woo
I put some money on you niggas, pray to God, yes
In the Mecca, I'm David Beckham, better say your lecture
All the livin', I'm goin' extra, makin' sure it's epic
Goldman Sax, I never asked, but you gon' respect it
Rohan Marley, I'm smokin' godly, pettin' on my leopard
I don't fuck with YouTubers
Still do cocaine manuevers
All you could've been records
Druski know who the ruthless
I get praise like a Buddhist
Long as yayo keep movin'
Brick of lab in my two-seater lookin' like it's a movie (Ah)
Dead Last lyrics - Rick Ross, Meek Mill, Vory & Fabolous
Fuck love, I don't need to give you my heart, though I'm bleedin'
And that shit you pulled that time, we ain't gon' talk on, neither
I'm super loyal, niggas cross me, I go off on people
And you wonder why I don't call on people, nah, for real
Yeah, yeah
Over my dead body
Ain't just "Fuck you," it's "Fuck everybody"
Niggas talk behind my back, I feel a way about it
It hurt me worse when I act like I don't care about it
Pillow talkin' to them hoes, and I'm aware about it
Oh yeah
Say my piece and I got nothing left to say about it
Oh yeah
Niggas talk behind my back, I'm aware about it
Acting like I don't care about it
Never show my hand what they be saying 'bout us
Never show the 'Gram how we be playing 'cause I don't care about it
Choppa to the bully when we land, that choppa nearby us
Niggas be tryna stand by us, just to get they level up
He hit the baddest bitch he had in his life from standin' next to us
I can't even blame him, he get hype, he holdin' his camera up
'Cause I been really havin' it my way, this shit for regulars
She fuckin' niggas that's regular
I had to cut her off, my money ain't even regular
Can't even fuck her raw
And she know how I'm comin', she cum every time I fuck her hard
But every time I nut, it just be something I don't trust at all
Fuck niggas they'll try to treat me like the underdog
Till I pulled up on them in some shit like a 300 ball
Act like you don't fuck with us, you know that we don't fuck with y'all
And we can stand on that till when our mothers pull that cover off, pussy
Yeah, yeah
Over my dead body
Ain't just "Fuck you," it's "Fuck everybody"
Niggas talk behind my back, I feel a way about it
It hurt me worse when I act like I don't care about it
Pillow talkin' to them hoes, and I'm aware about it
Oh yeah
Say my piece and I got nothing left to say about it
Uh, yes
Oh yeah
Teterboro, pretty girl, she want to see the world
Shed a tear, ready to kill, just give me the word
Read a lot, I say a prayer because it mean a lot
Killin' niggas by landslide and never even out
Homicides all in my eyes as long as I'm alive
Berkin bags still full of hundreds, now let's count 'em out
Movin' on, niggas, they will do you wrong
Wanna war? Lil' boy, you better move your mom
Head shot, please Lord, forgive me when I air it out
Pay the killers to stay quiet, really say a lot
Dead and gone, if we brothers then we better bond
If I never said, "I love you," I must've said it wrong
Selling dubs when we wasn't sellin' much
When we was, we gave each other Michael Rubin hugs
I may have let you beat me to a watch
But I never let you beat me to the top
Yeah, yeah
Over my dead body
Ain't just "Fuck you," it's "Fuck everybody"
Niggas talk behind my back, I feel a way about it
It hurt me worse when I act like I don't care about it
Pillow talkin' to them hoes, and I'm aware about it
Oh yeah
Say my piece and I got nothing left to say about it
Oh yeah
Sometimes I wake up like, "Fuck everybody"
Every thotty that you always see in every party
Every nigga sleeping on me, talkin' petty 'bout me
I'm your worst nightmare, you's a Freddy body
Little homie Serial, he on his seventh body
Be him on some shit, still like that new 7 body
I'ma ball till I fall, bitch can never guard me
Coming short, that ain't no joke, and you can't Kevin Hart me
Niggas think they ridin' dirty, but they movin' very sloppy
Got me out here on the north, this shit very oppy
Got me way up in the hills, signal very choppy
Pussy very wappy, got a nigga jewelry shopping
Scoop her in a sundae, in a cream whip, then she cherry top me
Then got right back to it, bitch could never stop me
I should not be taken lightly, I'm a heavy topic
And broke hoes always trippin', but its never tropic
The Spanish mami say, "I like you talkin' heavy, papi"
New Pharrell, Louie V with the leather floppy
Pull up to the valet with the engine revving, Papi
Tellin' them, "Be easy, this a foreign, not a Chevy, papi"
Middle finger up like a Tupac picture
Middle finger up, up for who not with you
Yeah, yeah
Over my dead body
Ain't just "Fuck you," it's "Fuck everybody"
Niggas talk behind my back, I feel a way about it
It hurt me worse when I act like I don't care about it
Pillow talkin' to them hoes, and I'm aware about it
Oh yeah
Say my piece and I got nothing left to say about it
Oh yeah
They Don't Really Love You lyrics - Rick Ross & Meek Mill
(M-M-M-M-M)
I see all of the fake love, and
I know this shit too good to be true (M-M-M-M-M)
They don't really love you
Like they say they love you (Double M, hall of fame, nigga)
Them niggas hate to love you
They can't wait to judge you, body you and dump you (I'll die 'bout this shit)
They don't really love you (They don't really love you, so without a doubt, I'll murder 'bout this shit)
Like they say they love you (They don't, they don't)
Them niggas hate to love you (Ooh, in the name of love, nigga)
They can't wait to judge, them niggas fake as fuck (Huh)
They don't really love you
Ooh
Don't say a word, just observe (With Meek)
Look at they body language, they nervous (Let's get it, nigga)
They don't know what to do with you when you know purpose (All these other niggas stayin' clear, nigga)
Ooh
Don't say a word, just go higher (Shots fired)
Let the hate be the gas on your fire (Shots fired)
Let them niggas know, they don't really love you (Huh)
They don't really love you (Don't be scared to die now)
They don't really love you ('Cause it ain't no love)
Ain't no love (And we'll really die 'bout this shit, remember that, M-M-M)
Quarter mill' or what it feel, I just wanna build
Niggas watchin' pockets, now you the one they wanna kill
Never lame, but go insane just to get a chain
Storm the block like kamikaze niggas in the plane
Is he a superstar? The bitches know his name
I got a hundred cars, but they all run the same
I keep my niggas close, watch what your people post
I let the haters sub, I turn 'em into ghosts
Rarely is it love (What?), never is it love (What?)
It's too good to be true when you livin' like a thug
Richest in the city, really ain't no fuckin' with me (Ain't no fuckin' with me)
Pointin' at you pussy niggas, ain't no pun intended (Woo)
I done seen the low, I done seen the high
I done seen it all, still bein' penalized (Grrah)
Do it for my dawgs (Dawgs), see it in my eyes (Eyes)
Kill 'em for the cause, nigga, Ricky on the rise
They don't really love you
Like they say they love you
Them niggas hate to love you
They can't wait to judge you, body you and dump you
They don't really love you (They don't really love you)
Like they say they love you (They don't, they don't)
Them niggas hate to love you (Ooh)
They can't wait to judge, them niggas fake as fuck
They don't really love you
Ooh
Don't say a word, just observe
Look at they body language, they nervous
They don't know what to do with you when you know purpose
Ooh
Don't say a word, just go higher
Let the hate be the gas on your fire
Let them niggas know, they don't really love you
They don't really love you
They don't really love you (Ain't no genuine love, none, M-M-M)
Come and sit at the table, boy, you better say a prayer
Gave my word to my niggas, so you gotta play it fair
Shots fired, niggas duckin', so motherfuck the money
Lights flash, I give my last for anyone who love me (Huh)
Take a page of the Bible, pour your cup, it overflow
Once they made me an idol, slay 'em with some other flows
Once they gave me the title, time to buy another Rolls
Once I aim at my rival, boy, I took his mama soul
Ain't no love in the game, you better get a gun and hold
Co-defendant snitchin', indictment in the envelope
Free Slime, he doin' time because they done him wrong
Wish him well, let's flip and sell until he gettin' mail
I kept it real with my niggas and never got a hug
Shed a tear for my niggas and always called it love
I gave my last to your sister while she was on the run
And I still write you a letter and do that every month (Huh)
They don't really love you
Like they say they love you
Them niggas hate to love you
They can't wait to judge you, body you and dump you
They don't really love you (They don't really love you)
Like they say they love you (They don't, they don't)
Them niggas hate to love you (Ooh)
They can't wait to judge, them niggas fake as fuck
They don't really love you
Ooh
Don't say a word, just observe
Look at they body language, they nervous
They don't know what to do with you when you know purpose
Ooh
Don't say a word, just go higher
Let the hate be the gas on your fire
Let them niggas know, they don't really love you
They don't really love you
They don't really love you
But I won't stop now (M-M-M-M-Maybach Music)
We good?
Million Dollar Trap lyrics - Rick Ross & Meek Mill
Back drawin' again
Party at the penthouse
Tell them hoes, "If you ain't fuckin', y'all gotta get out"
Yeah
Ownership, this ain't no rent out
We ain't flashing no guns
These niggas gon' die, we pull that stick out (Y'all gon' die)
I ain't tryna throw no ones, tryin' to take a bitch home, and pay her rent out
Nigga ain't really nobody, you turn into a body if I put a hit out
Twin bad bitches in a lobby waitin' for me, I gotta slip out
Heavenly shit on my body, I'm like a virgin who ain't even been out
Godly
Shorty had surprised me, she said she wanted molly
I keep on swiping this black card, they keep on checkin' my ID
Most these niggas, they act hard, till shit turn to a robbery
Got real shooters in my backyard and rain things like Kyrie
Okay
One of my hoes wanted bread for some water, I sent her to Bali
My hood lil' bitch ain't never seen nothing, get happy when we go to hibachis
Tracker on the car, I move so quick, so fast they can't even find me
Back on your door, got southside henchmen that's with me, get real, real slimey (Grimey)
Huh, I'ma give these niggas something they can talk about, okay
My young nigga put on 'levens just to walk 'em down, okay
Once you say it up, it's nothing we can talk about, no way
If he hate too much, or pose a threat, I tell my young boys, "Spray"
Party at the penthouse
Tell them hoes, "If you ain't fuckin', y'all gotta get out"
Yeah
Ownership, this ain't no rent out
Niggas
We ain't flashing no guns
These niggas gon' die, we pull that stick out
Break the lab, walk in the jeweler just to pick up bags
Caught a feelin' and spent a million on your fickle ass
In the bed, I'm getting head with my pen and pad
Winnipeg, arm and a leg when in my candy rag
Seated throne, I feel at home with my Nia Long
Smell like money when you around me, so it's free cologne
Rich as fuck, to keep it real, bitch, I need some more
Friend or foe, the way I'm moving, will I live to know?
Am I pinnacle? No
Am I cynical? Yes
Am I swimming in dope?
Can you get it for less?
It's too good to be true, word, so call me collect
Hoes in Coconut Grove, I like calling for sex
Biggest
Party at the penthouse
Tell them hoes, "If you ain't fuckin', y'all gotta get out"
Yeah
Ownership, this ain't no rent out
We ain't flashing no guns
These niggas gon' die, we pull that stick out
Grandiose lyrics - Rick Ross, Meek Mill & Vory
Hey, aye, two bad bitches in the club tryna go up, just wanna go both ways
Aye, I gave lil' mama a dub, afraid that you know her, I will not say no names
Know that she came with y'all, she leaving with us, and nigga, that's okay
Okay, okay, okay
Nigga, that's okay
She know and it's fat, okay, she making it claps
I get to that paper, I'm spendin', I'm savin', as soon as I wake up, I'm makin' it back
She wanna fuck with me bad, I'm knowing it
I'm tryna make her relax, pull out that foreign you around me, it's over with
Give a fuck if you makin' it snap, walk right in the club, go straight to the back, gave shorty a dub, and they made her attack
One time, I fucked her, I told her I love her, I woke up and text her, "I'm takin' it back"
Geez, I keep bad bitches on they knees, they goin' savage if I say please
None of my bitches is average, they tee'd, I'm getting yucked up in the back of the V
Mixed with the 12, spittin' out fire and giving them hell, these niggas be hating, my wrist is on water shit
I'm just surprised they ain't wishing me well
I had put a lil' Patek on shorty 'cause when I did time, she was sendin' me mail
Aye, two bad bitches in the club tryna go up, just wanna go both ways
Aye, I gave lil' mama a dub, afraid that you know her, I will not say no names
Know that she came with y'all, she leaving with us, and nigga, that's okay
Bal Harbour with my drop top, laughin' niggas like, "Haha"
Rich niggas don't walk fast, we courtside, few high fives
Bad bitch, low income, I fix that, then then some, my young boy be (Twenty-one)
Gotta big stick, might limp something, bad bitch be dumbfound
Her friends wanna come around, black bottles, that's one round
In the night wit gun sounds, grandiose my repertoire
Car show, I set the bar, sidestep that fed charge
Free Slime, all red cars, grandiose, I define
Money pile be knee-high
Unannounced, we pop up, count six mill like three time
Unannounced, we pop, count six mill like three time
Money pile be knee-high, money pile be knee-high
Aye, two bad bitches in the club tryna go up, just wanna go both ways
Aye, I gave lil' mama a dub, afraid that you know her, I will not say no names
Know that she came with y'all, she leaving with us, and nigga, that's okay
Nigga, that's okay
Maybach Music
Above The Law lyrics - Rick Ross, Meek Mill, Teyana Taylor & DJ Khaled
Rozay, Meek Milly, and Billy
Too good to be true
Another one
Maybach Music
I'm so high, cheers to the sky
I come alive in the night
Them flashin' red and blue lights
They watchin', waitin' on a shootin' star
But ain't no stoppin' the untouchables
We above the law
We above the law
We above the law
Demons in my cell, it's just me, all alone
Takin' everything to trial, nigga, we goin' home
I was taught by OGs to never speak on the phone
So postin' guns on the internet, we don't condone
It's like snitchin' on yourself, doin' crimes on the camera, you like a witness to yourself
This new Louie came from Virgil, that's why it's drippin' on my belt
For all them times was in them trenches, had to whip it up myself
Tryin' to get it back, nigga, we gon' let it stack (Stack)
Never pullin' over for the law in a pack (Pack)
I remember times sellin' dimes to get a check
Now a days, the only time we doin' time is a Patek
Run my check, nigga
I'm so high, cheers to the sky
I come alive in the night
Them flashin' red and blue lights
They watchin', waitin' on a shootin' star
But ain't no stoppin' the untouchables
We above the law
We above the law
We above the law
Ten million worth of jewels in my interviews
Only made dude livin' in the Shaderoom (Biggest)
I can see it in him, but I wouldn't say it to him
Or I can give it to him, did it in a day or two (Brrt)
Go to club E11EVEN in the day time (Huh)
Still duckin' 9-1-1 for the K-9
Quick to take her shoppin' with my play time
And I always fuck her to the baseline (Biggest)
Me and Meek, nigga, we the dream team
Murder niggas on Christmas Eve team
I see you lil' niggas with ya sub mariners
You know I'm fuckin' ya bitch, I'm so careless
On the big black jet, we off to Paris
It's too good to be true, it's like a marriage
Me and just the money till the day I die (Die)
Started with the envelopes and now our ceilings high, high
While you haters countin' us out, we countin' it up
One billion, two billion, three billion, four
Maybach Music
Cops yellin', "Freeze", I held my wrist up
All this ice, he prolly freeze tryin' to frisk us
I'm with this bitch from Belize, look like a princess
Doin' two-hundred in the Lamb', gettin' dick sucks
You talkin' to the Rolex rockin', G5 flyin', say he on, it's no cap, he ain't lyin'
I don't think they made no jets that we ain't flyin'
I don't think they made bad bitches that we ain't dive in
Sittin' on the paper, aggravatin' the haters
Ballin' like Kawhi, Lebron Clippers and Lakers
Judge tried to send me to jail, did me a favor
Forty mill' strong, I'm on a year later, thank you
I'm so high, cheers to the sky
I come alive in the night
Them flashin' red and blue lights
They watchin', waitin' on a shootin' star
But ain't no stoppin' the untouchables
We above the law
We above the law
We above the law, aye
Fine Lines lyrics - Rick Ross, Meek Mill, Wale & The-Dream
Some things are too good to be true, hah
Some things you simply have to ask for forgiveness for
So please forgive me
(This is not a new song, but the ways of a poet)
It's only one in town, ain't no versus
Can't no nigga do it how I do it, nah
Fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all
It's the biggest
(M-M-Maybach Music)
Uh
I'm bridging the gap (Gap), I did it with crack (Crack)
Impeccable flow, scribblin' facts
Elon money's a must, all the women I lust
If it wasn't for rap, still keep winnin' with us
That's with pen and the paper, I won't quit 'til we made it
If we beefin', we bangin', I won't sleep 'til we slay 'em
Will Smith with the smack, Chris Rock with the crack
Then forgot of his dream, Guy Fisher was back
All you wannabe thugs, rockin' corpse in the club
Niggas wanted the city, I just wanted the love
Box Chevy's in verse, can you spare me the dirt
Lot of killers amongst us, I won't speak on the worst
Lavish livin' is standard, can I paint on this canvas
Andy Warhol of wars, shit can not be for ransom
(Shit can not be for ransom, shit can not be for ransom)
Andy Warhol of wars, shit can not be for ransom
Our lies scar so deep
We can't uncross things
How this came to be
That I love and hate you at the same time
Love and hate you at the same time
Oh
We record knowledge
I'm out of knowledge
North Faces and foams, we grew up in that jawn
We was ballin' in Gordons before got Jones
Wake up early and go, still be late to the parties
Blame the watches I own, I'm showin' up ASAP, Rocky
Stop me, Murakami my carpets
It's scary at the top, but at the top, we fear the bottom
What that say about y'all? That can make it off bars
I played your tape the other day, I'm afraid it's a "Nah"
It's a label to y'all, it's engravin' our scars
A decade with my guys, tribulations and trials
My ambition is gifted, it's nothin' baby, I shine
Wow, that's crazy, all this labor paid for acres and farms
Hah, well, this thing of ours
Our DNA is everywhere, we like three Genghis Khans
It's the three-headed monster, mashallah that we still on
And to think some lack the patience, now so who be long
Yeah
Uh
Why these stupid goofy niggas think they groupie huh?
(M-M-Maybach Music)
Our lies scar so deep
We can't uncross things
How this came to be
That I love and hate you at the same time
Love and hate you at the same time
Niggas I used to know, bitches I used to know
Crazy how shit go
Farewell
I may stumble and trip, I won't fumble a brick
If you come with a diss, I'ma come with the shit
Neither lackin, I'm loaded, had this bitch in the city
That's the pussy I purchase, swear you niggas gon' feel it
Competition I crumble, niggas murder for mumbles
Know they tappin' my talk, sellin' kilos all summer
Got the prices to drop, livin' nice as The Rock
Hookahs all through the mansion, it's so nice at the top
Million dollars in watches, niggas envy my boast
Yes, it gotta be mine, all that sippin', I toast
Only dollars I sign, no economy flows
Heard you work with the feds, 'nother Barnaby Jones
Not a part of my bones, I just got a new bonus
So I got a new home, go to war like the Romans
This is not a new song, but the ways of a poet
Now it's time to go home, not the same for opponents
(This is not a new song, but the ways of a poet)
Our lies scar so deep
We can't uncross things
How this came to be
That I love and hate you at the same time
Love and hate you at the same time
Crazy how shit go
Farewell
Gold Medals lyrics - Rick Ross, Meek Mill & Jeremih
Don't ever let no man try to tell you what your place is (No)
Ain't gotta change about you, swear, that don't make sense (BongoByTheWay)
The baddest, you already the baddest (You the baddest)
Do damage, love the way you do damage (You do damage)
Do that shit, love the way you do that shit, yeah, yeah (Do, do it)
The baddest, you already the baddest (You the baddest)
Do damage, love the way you do damage (You do damage)
Do that shit, love the way you do that shit, yeah, yeah (Yeah, uh)
Maybach Music
We was in Miami when I fucked you on the balcony
It was hittin' so good, it made me put you on a salary
Takin' all your time, I know your new niggas be tired of me
I got you actin' allergic to these people, now you got allergies
I blessed you, ain't no probably, I let you come and slide with me
Like Six Flags, this ain't first class or economy
This big bag, on a big jet
Right beside me, got your momma and your auntie and them
Thinkin' you hit the lottery like throw that shit, throw that shit, she throwin' it
Ass fat, she showin' it, she the baddest, knowin' it
And I'm super savage, when you fuck me, put some ho in it
When he asks you what your place is, just tell him that's it's over with, for real, you and me
Don't ever let no man try to tell you what your place is (No)
Ain't gotta change about you, swear, that don't make sense
The baddest, you already the baddest (You the baddest)
Do damage, love the way you do damage (You do damage)
Do that shit, love the way you do that shit, yeah, yeah
You got the Richard Millie with the flooded dial
The most from out of town, they even know your style
OnlyFans is just to hold them down
Our romances on our own account, han
Mark Cuban, I live most of this rap shit (Yes)
I resort to sellin' dust, talkin' backflips (Yes)
My ambition, a potential, you call it urgency (Woo)
R.I.P. to Juice WRLD, he had the world to see (Woo)
I'm rollin' up the weed, she bumpin' Trippie Redd (Uh)
Before we go to eat, she know to give me head (Uh)
I know we in a league, competin' by ourselves (Biggest)
I'm the only one you need, them other niggas failed
You're not his first bitch I fucked either, baby
Don't ever let no man try to tell you what your place is (No)
Ain't gotta change about you, swear, that don't make sense
The baddest, you already the baddest (You the baddest)
Do damage, love the way you do damage (You do damage)
Do that shit, love the way you do that shit, yeah, yeah (Do, do it)
The baddest, you already the baddest (You the baddest)
Do damage, love the way you do damage (You do damage)
Do that shit, love the way you do that shit, yeah, yeah
Do that shit (Don't), do that
Do that shit, yeah, do that
Do that shit, yeah, do that
Do that shit, yeah
Sit you on the top, I love to watch you levitate
Lick you from the bottom to the top and every way
Eyes closed, let me describe to you just how you taste
Put them diamonds on your neck and drape 'em 'round your waist
Road to riches, I could tell you that's a bumpy road
Every pair of heels, that's just to make you touch your toes
When I fuck you on the beach, I'm tryna touch your soul
Birthday sex, that's only when I fuck you slow
I done shared a lot, bitch, you can get the most
I prepared the pot, so now let's make a toast
No longer just my bitch, it's time to take an oath
I've been watchin' Jay and Bey and I've been takin' notes
Real talk, Biggest, uh
Don't ever let no man try to tell you what your place is (No)
Ain't gotta change about you, swear, that don't make sense
The baddest, you already the baddest (You the baddest)
Do damage, love the way you do damage (You do damage)
Do that shit, love the way you do that shit, yeah, yeah
Do that shit (Don't), do that
Do that shit, yeah, do that
Do that shit, yeah, do that
Do that shit, yeah
Iconic lyrics - Rick Ross & Meek Mill
Sippin' Luc Belaire
Smokin' on this high tolerance
Nothin' but the finest flowers
Please believe it
Never look at pussy from a bitches point of view
It's us against the world, you got me in your corner, boo
I'm gettin' money, I can go and buy a bitch a body
Mind over matter, so she bought the Maserati
Apartment in the city, rule one, I'm in the city
I ain't gotta Tweet it all, my niggas know I'm with it
Car show king, cop those things (King, things)
Her Gucci bag tote, that's 'bout four G's (Woo, damn)
Beard gang state, gold chains swing (Boss)
Ass shots heavy, high heels mean
Airplanes loaded, Valet the Lotus (Ooh-ooh)
In the pool notice, yeah, that nigga roguish (Ooh)
Balenciaga smell, LV totes (Totes)
Donald Trump taps, Smell Kilos (Woo, you see it?)
Giuliani next, Renzel wrote it
HT grow it or I won't smoke it (nigga)
LV luggage, shorty so rugged (Biggest)
Concealed weapon permit, 'cause she know I'm thuggin' (Yes)
Watch my back, 'cause you know I got yours (I got you)
Collins Ave shoppin', how we moppin' them stores
Drop top coupes (Coupes)
Stop by Snoop's (Snoop)
Icon weed (Weed)
I got juice (I got it)
Gold presidential (I got it)
Full time masseuse (I got it)
Banker wear suits (I got it)
Money like Maloofs (I got it)
Milly on my neck, got lil' shorty out her body (Rahmeek)
Met her in Atlanta, but I fucked in Abu Dhabi (Rahmeek)
Bully in the driveway, choppas in the lobby
Stretchin' out some baddies, like I signed up for palates
Doin' karate in a Lamb' chop
My son like three and he keep askin' 'bout his grand pop
Leave it up to me, I'll be SP with all these damn shots
Dead opps, red dots, givin' out head shots
And I fear not, deep in them trenches, hold my head high (Bang)
And me and my niggas don't beef 'bout bitches, 'cause we share thots (Bang)
And a lot of shit don't be my business but I hear a lot
My youngin' killed my other youngin', I'm in a weird spot (Ooh)
These niggas tryna be on the 'Gram, they ain't tryna share a cot
I came up trappin', sellin' grams, but now I share stocks (nigga)
I'm from the bottom, if that's my man, shit, I'll share a watch
I'll share a chain, 'cause that's the life, forget we wasn't lit, we used to share flings (We did it, we did it)
She gon' give me toppy in the Maybach to the airplane (Huh)
If she do it sloppy, get a AP and some earrings
Jewelry be so loud, you come around me, prolly hear things
We caught them same cases niggas caught, never said things (Never)
Mansion with the pool, I ain't never swim (Woo, nigga)
Sold Ross the mansion in the A, I never been (Fact)
Buttons on the tools, fuck 'em let 'em spin (Woo)
Mama told me," If you go to war, you better win", whoa
LV luggage, shorty so rugged (Uh, what?)
Heavy Fashion Nova, I'm so gutta (nigga)
Vegas for the fights, heavy on the ice (Fights, ice)
All the flights chartered and we rollin' dice
Minages in the pool, the pool on the roof (Roof)
I hit her in my Nikes like I ya boy was playin' hoops
Double M a cult, seated on Revolt (Revolt)
Diddy by my side, I got shooters and they scopes
Such a paradox comin' from one pair of socks
Lesson number one is that you never call the cops (Uh)
Somebody gotta bleed, somebody wipe they eyes (Bleed, eyes)
You never cry out loud, some things you keep inside (Never, yes)
Some things you keep inside
Some things you keep inside (Uh, boss)
Lyrical Eazy lyrics - Rick Ross & Meek Mill
Glock 4 Peezy, this shit too easy (Too easy)
These fuckin' rap niggas be talkin' too greasy (Too greasy)
Say it's smoke, well run up on me, nigga, when you see me (See me)
Pussy (Fuck 'em)
Murder on my mind, I been up all night
Two bad bitches tryna fuck all night
Heard we was in the club, he had to duck all night
I told 'em catch 'em at the let-out, shoot his truck on sight
Niggas ain't got it (Got it), niggas ain't 'bout it ('Bout it)
Hundred cash large, black card in my pocket (Pocket)
Rose gold Richie (Richie), I don't even rock it (Double)
Brand new Benz for what? 'Cause I don't even drive it
Niggas diss, I ain't respondin', I'm like y'all ain't even poppin'
'Cause we been mobbin', flyin' private, different islands (Rich club)
And I ain't lyin', I got this money shit to a science
Got ya baby mama in the Bahamas actin' different and she wildin'
Off that 42 get turnt like Dugg and 'em (Free Dugg)
'Bout that cash get real slimey, talk like Thug and 'em (Free Thug)
Niggas say they fuck with us, but we don't fuck with 'em (Fuck 'em)
My youngin' get that choppa, turn to Andre, he start Drummond 'em (Boss)
Grew up in the projects, jumpin' on the roof
Garbage bag full of dollars, I come for the movie
Young Jimmy Iovine of the crime scene
Leave a nigga whole team on them IVs
Point 'em out and put 'em on obituaries
Love or business, either or, it's only temporary
Carol City niggas never known to sympathetic (Carol City)
I'm 'bout the money, you can miss me with ya freaky fetish
Straight from Star Island, take me to Jamaica (Love)
Three-hundred-foot yacht never droppin' anchor
Count a thousand pounds as we ride around
Disrespect is not allowed so we shot 'em down
Bricks in the crate, first 48
Lamborghini out the box, so who wanna race?
My attorney talkin' facts, rats on the tape
I'm talkin' money off the top, then count it in ya face (Biggest)
Gang and nem
Pillow Talk lyrics - Rick Ross & Meek Mill
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang (Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
We got Glocks (Glocks) on Glocks (Glocks)
Blocks (Blocks) on blocks (Blocks)
We got hoes (Hoes) on hoes (Hoes)
We put thots on thots, gang
None of my bitches is regular, none of them switches is regular, we put on them blicks
You gotta watch what you said it was, I'm playin' chess on these niggas, I'm really equipped
Niggas cannot get ahead of us, floorin' it side on the side, I'm really the shit
Spoke on my neighbor, he really bitch, if I speak in his tongue then it's really a hit
Woah, that was a double play, youngin a savage and he tryna double back
I tell him, "Chill", he want the funeral, he too for real
He tell me he want him dead, I'm in the field
Like I'm a runnin' back, I'm tryna tell him that I'm really comin' back
I'm with the Bully Boys, I'm really chillin', well, he tryna kill 'em boys, I'm tryna, ah
I'm tellin' killers that I want my money back
Niggas that owe me, I don't even want it back
Niggas they know me, I never been pussy
You act like I'm pussy, I'm gettin' in front of that
Threw me that pussy, I'm gettin' in front of that (Five in the front)
I was tryin' out that mop, that lil' shawty was tellin' me, "Come in there, oh no, like where is the rubber and rose gold?"
Van Cleefs all my freaks (Van Cleefs)
Chanel on all my hoes (Woah)
Buss down all my sons (Yeah)
AP all my bros
Let's eat (Let's eat), let's eat (Let's eat)
Let's eat (Chow down), let's eat (Chow down)
I get to your counted release (Release)
We tryin' that paper for lease (Chow down)
I feel like a dime, I pull up to Swan
The top down when I'm whippin' her down
Glock down, I won't really respond
The opps down, I ain't really town
Not really around, I feel like a circle
Get them bitches, I'm bendin' 'em down
They really be clowns, these niggas is Urkles
When we catch 'em, we strippin' 'em down
Let's eat, let's eat, let's eat, let's eat
Let's eat, let's eat, let's eat, let's eat
Let's eat (Richie Ravioli), let's eat (Let's eat)
Let's eat (Chow down), let's eat (Chow down)
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang (Huh, Maybach Music)
Diamonds drippin', killer steppin', never come with confession (Never)
Call of Duty, all my shooters know to follow directions (Han)
Cars are garage kept (Yes), shootout's a contest (Yes)
So place a bomb bet (Yes), you haven't won yet? (Never)
We thick on our corners (Ha), come and get a small bonus (Get it)
This what you call moments, pillow talkin' informant (Rat)
Catch you flyin' your bonnet (Rat), time to pay more than hommage (Rat)
Want us all in confinement (Rat), but that's not the assignment (Rat)
Real estate is invested (Han), got ten mill' on my necklace (What?)
All my niggas get money (Nigga), success just so infectious (Nigga)
Had some road in my drop (Drop), but I do my stocks (Big glass)
Shy away from the stocks (Han), hands on with the blocks
Got the pistols with switches but gave my hitters permission (Facts)
If you hood and you snitchin' (Facts), time to start a petition (Facts)
It's too good to be true (True), it's to good to be you (Nigga)
Got a spa on the jet (Woo), so send a masseuse
Let's eat (Let's eat), let's eat (Let's eat)
Let's eat (Chow down), let's eat (Chow down)
I get to your counted release (Release)
We tryin' that paper for lease
Let's eat (Let's eat), let's eat (Let's eat)
Let's eat (Chow down), let's eat
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang (Chow down)
Millionaire Row lyrics - Rick Ross, Meek Mill & French Montana
Got to have money, money (M-M-M-)
And more motherfuckin' money
More motherfuckin' money
More motherfuckin' money
More motherfuckin' money (M-M-M-)
It's all about the money right now
If you're broke, get the fuck out
Huh, swipe, get that credit card
You need some swipes? Get that-
More motherfuckin' money (Swipe, haan, motherfucker)
Let me see you swipe (Luc Belaire)
Let me see it, swipe (Haan)
Let me see it, swipe (Haan, swipe, swipe, swipe)
More motherfuckin' money (Get fuckin' money, swipe)
Yeah, nigga, don't quiet now (Credit card swipe)
It's time to spend some money, nigga (Swipe, hey, hey)
Count it 'til my finger numb, fuck a money counter (Shawty, count it, ayy, what's ya-)
I been poppin' them Teslas 'fore I knew Elon Musk
Pussy wet, I might slip, niggas funny like Tip (Haan)
I get that pussy for free, but my homeboys, they pay
Then act like they in love 'cause they need somewhere to stay (Ah)
I might pop me a shroom, pulled her head out on Zoom
If I nut on your stomach, that's five mill' in your womb (Baow-baow-baow)
Brown bag, fifties, hundreds
Fuck a tab, we don't chop it, cop the slab
Don't leave a comment, drop a bag (Don't leave a comment, drop a bag)
Shawty ass from DR, but her wax is Brazilian
Shawty one in a million, not one of a million
Haan (Bounce, bounce)
Little mama's a beast
I took E off emotions, I been hot ever since (Montana, sheesh)
More motherfuckin' money (Swipe, haan)
Let me see it
Let me see it, swipe (Haan)
Let me see it, swipe (Haan)
More motherfuckin' money
I fucked a bitch, then she pissed, rapper niggas gon' diss
Pay the homies to kill you, I call it minimum risk
I got personal credit, get you murdered for debit
Yes, networth'll triple, nigga, but that's if you let it
Take the yacht out to France, .40 Glock in my pants
Sixty-million a tour (Ha) without an advance
I'm Barrett-Jackson the cars, all you bastards at odds
Star Island for life, that's if you've mastered the art
It's time to fuck a few bitches
Fuck 'em malicious
She love to get nasty, it's like a fuckin' Olympics
Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball
Close to a billion, niggas movin' chameleon
Conversation the money, the only thing that's appealin'
Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball
More motherfuckin' money (Swipe, haan)
Let me see it
Let me see it, swipe (Haan)
Let me see it, swipe (Haan)
More motherfuckin' money
More motherfuckin' money
More motherfuckin' money
In Luv With The Money lyrics - Rick Ross, Meek Mill & Future
Bossed up
It's Too Good To Be True
The biggest
Huh
I'm in love with my money
I'm in love (I'm in love, yeah), I'm in love (I'm in love)
I'm in love with my money (For real)
I'm in love (I fell in love), I'm in love (I'm in love)
I'm in love with my money (For real)
I'm in love (I'm in love), I'm in love (I'm in love)
I'm in love with my money (For real)
I'm in love (I'm in love), I'm in love (I'm in love)
I'm in love with my money
How you niggas wanna play this? We can keep it basic
Killin' witnesses while out on bond and we beat the cases
Build the condo right on Collins, but can't become complacent
I'm the richest in the genre, and all my leaf is flagrant
Every day I'm livin' larger, that can't be debated
I got criminals and partners and all our secrets sacred
I got bitches like the bottles when I be out in Vegas (Uh)
Ten million worth in diamonds, I feel so amazing (Woo)
Garage full of muscle cars, it's like I'm Vin Diesel (Boss)
How the fuck he was your boss when he didn't feed you? (How the fuck?)
Robert Smith numbers, ballin' out and hustlin'
Ricky Ross results, I need again (Woo)
I'm in love with my money
I'm in love (I fell in love), I'm in love (I fell in love)
I'm in love with my money (For real)
I'm in love (I'm in love), I'm in love (I'm in love)
I'm in love with my money
I'm in love (I'm in love), I'm in love (I'm in love)
I'm in love with my money (For real)
I'm in love (I'm in love, huh), I'm in love (I'm in love)
I'm in love with my money (For real)
Cauliflower the smoke, livin' like I was Sosa
Now it's slippery soap, on the shelf and your gross
I consistently post, goin' live from my sofa
Lamborghinis and bitches, ain't no need for no chauffeurs
Niggas wanna do dishes, better give me some distance (Uh)
I'ma do you so dirty (Ooh), can't believe that I did this (Ooh)
Gucci luggage, I'm pimpin' (Ooh), trust me, nigga, this pimpin' (Ooh)
I bought all of the straps (Huh), John Wick with the extensions (Yes)
You want facts or the fiction? (Facts) Hundred million, I spend it (Facts)
On the crib, it's a privilege (Ooh), yeah, my jet is for business (Ooh)
Double M is expensive (Ooh), every brick is expensive (Ooh)
I'ma end with this sentence (Huh), let my dogs out the kennels
I'm in love with my money
I'm in love (I'm in love), I'm in love (I'm in love)
I'm in love with my money (For real)
I'm in love (I'm in love), I'm in love (I'm in love)
I'm in love with my money (For real)
I'm in love (I'm in love), I'm in love (I'm in love)
I'm in love with my money (For real)
I'm in love (I'm in love), I'm in love (I'm in love)
I'm in love with my money (For real)
SHAQ & KOBE (Remix) lyrics - Rick Ross, Meek Mill & Shaquille O'Neal (feat. Dame D.O.L.L.A)
Ha, what is this?
Maybach Music
I like this Maybach Music
Sweet
Haha, haha
Niggas wanna see you lose when you're makin' moves (Moves)
We bringin' tools in any rooms, we tryna break the rules (Rules)
Niggas is haters, they ain't goons, we tryna make a fool (Fool)
I never thought I'd make the Forbes before I make the news (Never)
Havin' a threesome with some bitches and still ain't amusin' (I ain't)
I pick and choose, put on my jewels, it's like I lit the fuse (It's lit)
I call the shots and all the killers be like, "What's the move?" (Let's get it)
Hundred grand, you and your little man getting split in two (Splitter)
Mm, my life got way realer
Playin' with them millions and it turned me to a made nigga
Anywhere in the cash, it's how I react when they play with 'em
Statements got retracted when niggas ratted 'cause we sprayed niggas
Mafioso, sippin' Lobos
Jumpin' out the chopper to the yacht off the Gold Coast
We was totin' choppers on the block, sellin' coco
Now we treatin' models like they thots out in SoHo (Yeah)
Thirty mill' in cash, do these niggas bad (Bad)
They never thought I'd go this far just from a pen and pad (Pad)
I seen my dawg kill my dawg, just to get his stash
He went up top, they banged him out, got that nigga slatt
(Too much) Too much money and power
Walk up in the spot, a bunch of steppers
We tuckin' the choppers (We tuckin' the choppers, huh)
Too much money and power (Too much)
Hustlin' twenty-four hours (Twenty-four hours)
Too much money and power
Stumble to the penthouse
With a baddie to fuck in the shower (Fuck in the shower, huh)
Damian Lillard (Too much money and power)
Dame from the hash mark, a three, oh my goodness
D.O.L.L.A
The same place you'll find power, you'll find a lot of money
I done damn near made a billi', bitch, you not a dummy
Make sure everybody fed and it's not the tummy
Niggas makin' fashion statements and I'm poppin' bummy
'Cause I don't march to the drum that these niggas playin'
Real big steppers gon' step in, there's no delayin'
My mama seen it comin', was over my shoulder prayin'
When I started gettin' in reckless in life and ain't no demand
I felt a switch flick
Noticed the power of bein' a misfit
Kick, push, skated fiascos into a kickflip
Success made my softy stiffen to a big dick
Story of my life, bitches choosin', this shit a chick flick
I'm shot callin'
Not stallin' and not hoggin'
Pass the ball, we runnin' it up and we not joggin'
It's team us, we shrink the circle and lean up
And when we on the scene, they gon' know that we seen much
I bust a play a day, know I'm collectin' like layaway
You niggas Jake the snakes
I gotta cook you and make filet
They better stay away 'fore I spray the K until they decay
Won't make no hay today, I only play to make major pay
I go for pink slips
Jordan my tongue when I'm on my king shit
Twelves out of ten, the only type of hoes I link with
Huey, Duece, or Dodie told me if I'm gon' relinquish
Then a billion dollars better be what I'm in sync with
(Too much) Too much money and power
Walk up in the spot, a bunch of steppers
We tuckin' the choppers (We tuckin' the choppers, huh)
Too much money and power (Too much)
Hustlin' twenty-four hours (Twenty-four hours)
Too much money and power
Stumble to the penthouse
With a baddie to fuck in the shower (Fuck in the shower, huh)
Too much money and power (Too much)
Hustlin' twenty-four hours (Yes, twenty-four hours)
I left a team of niggas in the red tape (Huh)
Diggin' through they pockets, left they shoes unlaced
Homicide on another case
Mouth wide, gold teeth with a pale face (Bang)
My niggas couldn't read, had impediments (Huh)
But they never would leave any evidence (Huh)
Your mother still in pain, it been a few days
But you notice all it came with minimum wage
They thought it was a game 'til the shots rang
Six niggas layin' on the same box spring
How you dead broke but got a dope charge?
Gotta rob a bank just to post bond (Huh)
Got this chopper with me for the close calls
Helicopter on the roof 'cause I won't walk (God)
Killin' niggas in the streets, I call it a feast
Twenty million I can see and all in a week (Boss)
We only on the yachts with tequila shots (Huh)
It's only paperwork now when we leave the lot
Calamari in California, yeah, I want a kiss
All you envious devil demons, you can suck a dick (Bitch)
I hope you die slow with your blindfold (Huh)
Your bitch still at home with her mind blown (Huh)
I got a pool of parrots and some buffalos (Woo)
And I got a pool in Paris in a bungalow (Hahahaha)
Still flippin' numbers, talking summersaults
Everybody get to eat, that's what a winner called (Double M)
I'm sippin' champagne, I own it myself (Boss)
You niggas better learn to own you some wealth
(Too much) Too much money and power
Walk up in the spot, a bunch of steppers
We tuckin' the choppers (We tuckin' the choppers, huh)
Too much money and power (Too much)
Hustlin' twenty-four hours (Welcoming Shaquille O'Neal)
Oh, my, Shaquille
Shaquille O'Neal, the most dominant (Maybach Music)
While I sit on my throne (Ha)
I reminisce at how long I been in my zone (Hahaha)
I find 'em and remind 'em, 'cause y'all the kind to forget
How I kept the show on the road all the time, but I got my kicks
I did it my way, that got me rich
Not only do I got the plays, I got the hits
You on the sideline your time was warmin' the bench
I am a landmine, I was all in the trench (Bitch)
Talkin' light hundreds somethin', add like twenty somethin'
Foreign 'round, flyin' spurs like when I bullied Duncan (Hell yeah)
Did a song with Biggie, it was all a dream
So was ballin' 'til I made it, now we own a team
Labeled me the status, they know it's Shaquille
Spent an evenin' in a palace, cost a Richard Mill'
Caught so many seasons back, I caught a fisher's deal
I fly over the Atlas for a pitcher field
Day one, I been hot, I don't get to chill
They know my paper high, so I fit the bill (Hahaha)
Get it custom at the dealer so I fit the wheel
I can hear the money talkin' like if it was Phil
Focus on communities I wish to build
When it's for the unity, that's when I drill
They love me out in Philly like I roll with Meek
They treat me like I'm Ricky when I'm on the beach (Huh)
Tryna stack another billi', now it's on the reach
DDM, I get the safe, then I go capeesh
Go to Venice for the day, I might go Caprice
Aristotle on the way, that's when I go to Greece
I'ma bring the drama 'til I'm with the Mamba
Foreign car at armor like I got it from Wakanda
Palmin' all the commas like I was E. Honda
This is just a reminder that I don't get designer
(Too much) Too much money and power
Walk up in the spot, a bunch of steppers
We tuckin' the choppers (We tuckin' the choppers, huh)
Too much money and power (Too much)
Hustlin' twenty-four hours (Twenty-four hours)
Too much money and power
Stumble to the penthouse
With a baddie to fuck in the shower (Fuck in the shower, huh)
Too much money and power (Too much)
Hustlin' twenty-four hours (Hustlin' twenty-four hours)
Woah, hahaha
Woo
Ross and Meek just took over the show
Intro lyrics - Meek Mill
Rising up, back on the street
Did my time, took my chances
Went the distance, now I'm back on my feet
Just a man and his will to survive
It's the eye of the tiger, it's the thrill of the fight
Rising up to the challenge of our rival
And the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night
And he's watching us all with the eye of the tiger
We back
(Yo, Nick Papz make it slap)
Yeah, Dreamchaser shit, nigga
Chasin' that money, damn, like that shit stole somethin'
Thousand nights, let's get it
Every time I fall, I go even harder (Even harder)
Ever time I lose, I get even smarter (I do)
This is not a movement you could be apart of (It's not)
Niggas say "It's up", we take it even further (Brr)
Matte-black jets and a weapon now (That's in the budget)
Ridin' in the Phantom with a hundred rounds (Young nigga thuggin')
Heard these niggas talkin', I can't come around (Can't come around)
Lambo' in the trenches, that's how I'm comin' now (Vroom)
Pop up in your city, like I teleport (I teleport)
Told her bring her friends to the heliport (Brr)
Thought he was a goon, fuck he tellin' for? (Fuck he tellin' for?)
They gon' run him down, so he can't tell the crew, woah
They gon' always hate (They will)
I spent a mill' on watches, but I'm always late
I did my will last night, so papi' always straight
And for the ones that stayed down, I put along they dates
I got opps, I got cops, I got thots tryna knock me out my spot
Make it hot, niggas poppin' out with mops
Bend your block, chopper knock you out your tops (Oh, yeah)
For the L-O ate you out, like The LOX (Oh, yeah)
Yeah, I swear to God, won't let these niggas pass me (I won't let 'em)
Been layin' low from out them trenches, 'cause they've been gettin' crappy (Ah)
Been gettin' rich, and so, these bitches, they've been gettin' nasty (Yeah)
And if it ain't no ownership, don't forget to mask me
Don't forget to pay me (Don't forget)
'Cause I just made like twenty million, I've been gettin' lazy (Go now)
Havin' a threesome on a jet, this shit been gettin' crazy (Hold that)
And she gon' drown inside that water, 'cause this shit too wavy (Oh, yeah)
How many times I gotta win? (Gotta win?)
The van fighter, y'all, I am him, I don't break, I don't fold, I don't bend (I don't bend)
Indoor or outdoor pool, but I don't swim (Slatt)
Outside indictment shit, up out the rim (Yeah)
Sign line VS stones jump out the gym, only twin
Turned Bose on a Benz when we swerve those
God Did lyrics - Meek Mill
I don't even know why these niggas even be tryna count me (Brr, brr, brr)
I'm too unpredictable, haha, shit too easy
Yeah
When the teacher asked me who had raised me, said, "Them streets did" (The streets)
They underrated me, never paid me, but them streets did (Them streets)
Who brought the billionaires to the hood? Gon' tell you Meek did (That's me)
Who bringin' real niggas home for good? Gon' tell you Meek is (Know that)
Yeah, that's 'cause my mama taught me different
I got people prayin' for me from all religions
Never turned my back on Jigga, and every time he talk, I listen
But I got so much murder on my mind that it be hard to listen
Billionaires on all my vision (Billi'), PTSD startin' to kick in (Really)
It was a blessin', I invested, my tats is out the kitchen
Told my niggas how to catch it, flipped and gave 'em opposition
Still be out in Philly, where they drillin', and I'll call them niggas
'Cause I come from the dark side, I don't make it, cops gon' slaughter niggas (They will)
Now I gotta feed my family, bring my sons and all our daughters with us
I don't even need no Grammy, I'll put a check printer on the corner with us (On the what?)
My first song I ever dropped, I'm still performin' nigga (Shit I dropped)
On the tenth year, Banshee, Fifth Ave', I'm in fifth gear
Bitch bad, ask for twenty racks, I'm like, "Bitch, where?"
You the type get around them rich folks, start to get weird
I'm the type get around them rich folks, I'm tryna split chairs (Split em)
I'm so sincere, I do not live in fear (I can't)
Give me a Glickie with a switchie and we in there (We out)
It cost twelve-fifty to hit your city, I had it lit there
I was fuckin' with the street niggas, I had hit the baddest bitch there (Facts)
And I'm humble when I meet niggas, I don't ever lie, 'cause I've been there (Facts)
Killed my homie at seventeen, I don't ever lack, I know ain't shit fair (Facts)
I was down bad, I had to sit there (Sit back), and just wait it out
Nobody in my hood ain't go this far, I had to pay this out
You pussies really think I came this far to let y'all hit me out?
I'm slidin' through the trenches, bulletproof car, they can't even take me out
Woah, sittin' at the bank, like I was stakin' out
Teller think I'm trippin', I need ten milli' cash, tryna take it out right now, miss (Right now, miss)
AP sittin' pretty on my brown wrist (My brown wrist)
Okay, pray my fam' forgive me, I had lost it and found it, I lost it and found it
Once I seen it, got around, they counted me out, but they miscounted, king
They counted us out, I start findin' about
Bitches slime in the South, niggas lyin' about, mmm (Facts)
Like, what you slidin' about?
Don't stand for nothin' then what you dyin' about
Just seen my man died on the Gram, like, what is you cryin' about?
Why get this famous when you know that MJ died in his house?
Off them yerkys, I ain't perfect, but I ain't let nobody hurt me
And I'm from Philly, I do the servin', no, I ain't let nobody serve me
You wanna cook somethin'?
Youngin tryna go, I told him "Show me somethin'"
He'll take your plate if he know you ain't standin' over nothin' (Brr)
Floss had the Rollie, I thought I'd wait until I go or somethin'
Invest in twenty million, I ain't even waitin' on no show or nothin'
I'm still maxin', real shooters with me like the real Maxey (Bling)
I was at the game, I let Tierra hold my real Patek
Had it in my pocket, I let her rock it, 'cause her hair match it
She know how we rockin', we been live since Lauren's Air Maxes
My hood like fear factor
Switchie ripped his face off and left his head damaged (Brr)
Preacher preachin' at the view, he be givin' out weird answers
Talkin' about, "God Did," and niggas want revenge after
I'm talkin' 'bout throwin' spins at them
I come from the bottom, take your loss and get your wins after
And on mine, no grind, and I take a squad and get my Benz after
Make a hundred million dollars and still go get my friends after
And that don't go for everybody, just the only ones that bend backwards for me
I will never sell my soul for money like I'm Kanye
It's crazy I used to bring you on my cell house on lock day
Famous bitches got my idols lookin' at me sideways
I don't need no verses from you niggas, I did it my way
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