Massaging Me lyrics - Meek Mill

[Future:]

We turn Miami to Sky-ami

We do this without any shenani'

She ready, spaghetti (Yeah, yeah)

I'm throwin' them baguettes (Yeah, yeah)

I'm cuttin' shit up like machete (Uh)

More hundo, the solo, I'm ripped

The king, I'm the GOAT, I'm your daddy

Put my finger in her pussy, VVS'

Hit her like a porn star, I came heavy

She can tell my persona, that's the difference

Put it down in her tonsils

I'm responsible, bitch, I'm doin' my numbers

No matter what I done conquered

I'm goin' back in and goin' bonkers

Bad bitch, she wearin' a different bag in all her pics

As long as she listenin', ain't doing nothin' suspicious, know that bitch be glistenin'

Bitch inspire me, get more money and I go out to get it

Bitch massaging me 'cause she know I'm gettin' these mills consistent

Bitch massaging me 'cause she know I'm gettin' this money consistent

Bitch massaging me 'cause she know I'm gettin' these racks consistent

Bitch massaging me 'cause she know I'm gettin' these racks consistent

Tell me you proud of me

Every time I come through and I hit it, no one fly as me

I been like this since-since I was an infant

[Meek Mill:]

Gang, we 'bout to go to Miami (Let's go)

She tryna jump out her panties (Oh, shit)

I'm gettin' harder to handle, I'm pullin' up, foreign AR with the Phantom (Brrt)

I don't fucked some of my favorite famous bitches backstage at the Grammys (Okay)

I done fucked some of my favorite Instagram bitches back seat of the Phantom

And we in the center, I'ma get her some sandals

It's lit like a candle, I'm lightin' her up

Last ten years been walkin' it, lit, they be droppin' confetti, we pipin' it up

Came in Aventador, coupe too small, I swapped for the Urus, get right in truck

Came with the nigga, but left with the boss

Every time I call, she wipe me up

Hit, nigga, you ain't never had shit

Stick some fine bad bitches on the couch, like, "Pick one" (Which one?)

They off the pills, I'm off the skrill, but still gon' fuck like six times

Trophies, I'm livin' life, you know me

I'm a real sniper, I put on my scopey

She spend a night, got a Rollie (Shh)

I told a bitch, "Be quiet," yeah

Treat me like a Rolls Royce Ghosty (Player)

I'm in my hood, I'm a pioneer

But, I'm keepin' that Glock on me closely (Right here)

Niggas, they talk on the 'net, but, we ballin' for real

I'm like, "Fuck out my face" (Fuck out of here)

Know the bitch jet, we goin' to Miami

But, she poppin' up MIA (She out of there)

I'm poppin' out when it's poppin', I pop up and everything go out my way (I'm poppin')

Bitch sayin', "PPA," this track we plottin' goin' away, yeah

[Future:]

We turn Miami to Sky-ami

We do this without any shenani'

She ready, spaghetti (Yeah, yeah)

I'm throwin' them baguettes (Yeah, yeah)

I'm cuttin' shit up like machete (Uh)

More hundo, the solo, I'm ripped

The king, I'm the GOAT, I'm your daddy

Put my finger in her pussy, VVS'

Bitch inspire me, get more money and I go out to get it

Bitch massaging me 'cause she know I'm gettin' these mills consistent

Bitch massaging me 'cause she know I'm gettin' this money consistent

Bitch massaging me 'cause she know I'm gettin' these racks consistent

Bitch massaging me 'cause she know I'm gettin' these racks consistent