I'm Rollin' lyrics - Meek Mill

[Intro]
Yo whattup it's your boy Meek Milly right here
kickin it with the L.A. Leakers
Deez motherfuckers leakin everything man
Where y'all gettin all this exclusive from man?
I need to know
It's your boy Meek Millie, let's get it
{JUSTIN CREDIBLE!} {"Mustard on the beat"}

Okay I walk up in this bitch, fresher than a muh'fucker
Pocket full of money and my sneakers got blood on 'em
And bitches I ain't got no love for them
Just a bunch of swagger and a little bit of drugs for them
Hey hater you can pull the plug on 'em
Cause my neck be lightin up just like a bulb on 'em
Bling bling, pockets on ching ching
You wifin everything you come across, ring king
Damn nigga, you going HAM nigga
I fuck your bitch and kick her out just like she Pam nigga
Oh that's your main hoe? Well what you sayin nigga?
She said she love this dick, you wasn't in the plan nigga
Pockets on bank roll, chain froze
Nigga we don't even fuck the same hoes
Watching for the coppers in the plain clothes
cause I'm ridin with a chopper in a Range Rove'

[Chorus]
I'm rollin, I'm rollin, I'm rollin, I'm rollin
With my nigga Takbar, I'm rollin
Bitch I'm rollin, I'm rollin, I'm rollin, I'm rollin
With this motherfuckin 'Rari like it's stolen
and still I'm gon' walk up in this bitch fresher than a muh'fucker
Walk up in this bitch fresher than a motherfucker
Pocket full of money and my sneakers got blood on them
And bitches I ain't got no love for them

White girls, goin wild
I murder that pussy now I'm on a trial
So wet, I need four towels
She suckin dick like she got four mouths
Old hoe, got whore miles
And y'all niggaz hatin got four fouls
Probably foul out, I probably wild out
And pull the seat out on you niggaz you a dime out
Racks, pause on the pork
I be going HAM, nigga I don't need a fork
Ball so hard, nigga I don't need a court
Purple label everything, nigga I don't need a horse
I'm swagged out, maxed out
Bad bitch with me and her ass out
Rack up, rack out
And every time I'm in the building I'ma cash, out

[Chorus]

I got a bitch in the Bay, I got a bitch in the A
I got a bitch down in Philly that do whatever I say
I got a bitch in New York, I got a bitch MIA
I got a bitch down in Houston she wanna fuck e'ryday
And I be rollin, and she be rollin
She be fuckin with the mollies really rollin
And I ain't fuckin with them pills but I be rollin
It's ya nigga Meek Mill in this bitch and I'm rollin

Ice Cream (Freestyle) lyrics - Meek Mill

The revolution shall be televised
This year it's all about us so fuck the other side
Gotta get killed on camera for us to come alive
Well shit we dead already from all this homicide
In my cell hangin' from a rope
When you get less time for rape than for sellin' dope
When you get the same time for dope that you do a murder
Innocent 'til guilty, guilty the verdict
Before you even started that Harley, no we ain't notice
Cause we was goin' to war with ourselves over that coca
And they was tryna hurt us, lock us so far in the mountains
Couldn't get no service and our families couldn't service us
Fightin' a silent war with a silencer
Like racin' a Lamborghini with a Challenger
And the feds gon' follow us
Label us as terrorists and then they drop bombs on us
And we turn to media, they lie to us
Nobody really speakin' on them courtrooms that bodied us
Labeled us as hooligans, we trappin' and we movin' it
Kids barely eatin' at that table with that tuna fish
Back to lunchtime, I'ma order the noodle dish
Dinner time I was on the corner, me and Lucifer
Who you s'posed to call when the cops the ones shootin' you?
Nobody
Talked to the Shmurdas and I told 'em keep their head up
And when you touch down, stay focused and get your bread up
Cause when you're gettin' to it the people be gettin' fed up
They buildin' brand new jails for us, don't make your bed up
Use your head, dog, and beware
Certain niggas just ain't good for you dont bring them near ya
I'm young, black, and I get money, my swag serious
America's worst nightmare, I'm what they're scared of
Fresh back home, they had to sit me down
I come back home, they talkin' Nicki now?
I spit like a drummer that hold 50 rounds
And for my walkthroughs it cost 60 pounds
Of Sour D, Hollywood, I should be
But that hood shit bring the hood out of me
I be on the 'gram like I hit the lottery
Buyin' every car, every house I see, tryna be
A gangsta, I was tryna be a king
You're tryna score a point, I was tryna get a ring
Couple niggas got happy, heard I was in the bink
'Til they let me out my cell, I jumped right up in that sink
Balenciaga red interior, they're inferior
I made a couple milli in jail, I'm dead serious
Monkey ass hoes like George and head curious
Flow so wavy man I should've been an aquarius
I'm talkin' to Hov on the jail call
Get so many letters that they thinkin' it's mail fraud
When I fell on the money they said that I fell off
We got like, 6 mansions, 12 lofts
3 condos, any apartments? Hell naw
Just all penthouses, nigga I've been 'bout it
Gets in, gets out it, like it's a robbery
I came up from the bottom and ain't no stoppin' me

King lyrics - Meek Mill

Niggas tried to crucify me
We ain't never gon' stop
We come from the motherfucking dirt, you can't bury me, nigga

'Member niggas tried to bury me
Kept it real, now they mad at me
Thought the memes would embarrass me
But I done really been through tragedy
Middle of the jungle where the killers rumble
Hold the chopper up with accuracy
Knock the power out his battery
Make his mama feel the agony
When it's beef, who gon' really ride?
Play it neutral, nigga switchin' sides
Niggas worser than these ho bitches
They don't really know whose dick to ride
In the Bentley with the stick inside
I can't live my life in the field
Gotta pay the lights and the bills
I ain't got time for a cell
They threw the book at the kid (the kid)
You really can look what they did (they did)
That shit just made me a monster
I took the book and I ran
I got niggas takin' real L's
Gave 'em life and they booked in the fed
I put a stack on their form
I fill their books up with bread
Oodles and noodles for breakfast
Made me so young and so reckless
Came up and they ain't distracting
I'm 'bout to teach 'em a lesson
I'm the one that taught the youngins
When you come from nothin', niggas gon' respect you (they did)
From the muscle, now we flexin'
Fuck it up and then we exit

They know I'm a ride for this shit
They know I'm a die for this shit
I had to get me some money (some money)
And I put the squad on this shit (I did)
Remember they said I would lose (remember?)
Them niggas was poppin' and shit (they what?)
So fuck 'em, we breaking the rules (rules)
I'm like LeBron in this shit
Ho!

Came back off of three to one (three to one)
Who thought that I'd be the one? (who?)
In the dungeons I can see the sun
Heard 'em comin', they ain't even come (pussy)
I put fear in these niggas talk (pussies)
I can hear when these niggas talk (pussies)
I can hear when they hatin' on me (pussies)
Still playin' with a bigger heart (ho)
Fuck it, I'm a take the high road (high road)
Kill these niggas with my eyes closed
I was countin' with my vatos
Wrap the chicken like a gyro
I've been trappin' since like '05
Gettin' it and duckin' 5-0
They ain't even never see the paper
That's Dorito, paper, boy that's nachos
On the 'Gram, like it lit (You ain't lit)
Punch your man, he's a snitch (You a rat)
Put some money on a nigga head
Last time I made a hit (bad)
I've been chillin' tryna get the bread
Try play me like vic (Suckers!)
Did him dirty out the rip (prrrr)
I ain't even wanna trip (ho)
Bullet holes in your car door (car door)
Just to let you know the war is on (war is on)
In my hood it's like a warzone (yeah)
Niggas really gettin' sparked on (yeah)
Young nigga tryna make it out (make it out)
Used to have to get our starve on
Rags to riches to the baddest bitches
Now I'm pullin' Wraiths with the stars on

They know I'm a ride for this shit
They know I'm a die for this shit
I had to get me some money (some money)
And I put the squad on this shit (I did)
Remember they said I would lose (remember?)
Them niggas was poppin' and shit (they what?)
So fuck 'em, we breaking the rules (rules)
I'm like LeBron in this shit
Ho!

Know No Better lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Yo Gotti)

[Hook: Meek Mill]
I remember smoking dope and fucking hoes
Dodging d's and poppin' [?] on the corner sellin' o's
For the love of Berkin leather these hoes be sellin' souls
Now I wake up in the [?] with my dream girl and tell her whoa
Know no better, don't know no better
Runnin' round town with these lame ass niggas
She don't know no better, know no better
Know, no better
Runnin' round talkin like he gonna rob me
He don't know no better

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
I'm with a chick from the hood named Kiki
And she a bad girl like Riri
And she gon' bust it open for a real nigga
[?] keep me
Pimpin ain't easy, no I see more she like feed me
I tell my jeweler to freeze me
Diamonds they dancing the bezel C Breezy, hol' up
[?] I be driving to the bank
And my queens [?] spent 200,000 on the tank
So it's bulletproof when I roll through
Everytime I come through
I put a lion in the front and a camel in the back
You thought my party was a zoo
You don't even have a clue
You don't know no better
Tryna snatch my chain get a whole full clip in your polo sweater
I'm a go go getter, that's your ho then go get her
Before she end up with some real niggas like us, she ain't bad, won't touch'ya
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
Wake up in the morning and I'm looking [?]
Young nigga 5 million dollar house
Still on that hood shit fucked around misplaced a whole million dollars
Fired my accountant
[?] do for it
Mean she gotta fuck me and fuck you for it
[?] you don't know no better
Fuck a real nigga it don't get no better
No stones on the Rollie theres a new sky dweller
D.C. C.M.G. we're the new Rockafella
Two doors on the ghost with the stars in the center
Pay attention gotta school these niggas
Fuck a lame nigga then you a lame bitch
Let me get the game
[?] keep gold digging bitches
Cus they both looking for something they really the same
I can tell the money don't flow right
New [?]
But she still sleeping on the floor right
These niggas be acting up
These niggas be green as fuck
These niggas talkin' bout robbin' us
But tell these niggas we choppered up
(I AM!)

[Hook]

Levels lyrics - Meek Mill

[Intro: Meek Mill]
See it's brackets nigga
Them hoes ain't fucking you cause you ain't in that bracket nigga
Learn life, it's levels to this shit young boy
Ay O you feel me

[Hook: Meek Mill]
Lil nigga we don't rock the same clothes, fuck the same hoes
Cause it's levels to this shit
Lil nigga we don't drive the same whips, we don't fuck the same chicks
Cause it's levels to this shit
Lil nigga we don't get the same paper, you a motherfuckin' hater
Boy it's levels to this shit
Lil nigga cause it's levels to this shit
Lil nigga cause it's levels to this shit
Oh lord

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Cause it's levels to this shit, levels to this shit
Can't fuck my ho cause it's levels to this bitch
And I be rocking prada like a devil in this bitch
And a Birkin bag like a gold medal to this bitch
And I'm heavy as it get
Shining like a motherfuckin' bezel on my wrist
All my niggas mobbing so we heavy in this bitch
30 grand for the Muller that's a Chevy on my wrist
Cocaine, most saying, young nigga blowing up - Kurt Cobain
Skating on them like I'm Lil Wayne
And this 458 don't do the lil lane - vroom
Swerve on 'em, niggas gotta nerve on 'em
Cause I heard the feds got 'em and he had them birds on 'em
But a nigga back home and now niggas roll with him
Caught a case what you think, nigga fucking told on 'em
I ain't get my shit snatched yet
You ain't get your bitch back yet
One call, niggas aim that tech
Blood drawn, headshot nigga brains on step
Hot shit if you pop shit
And I don't want your opinion if you ain't got shit
We young niggas, we winning I pull up, drop shit
Mob shit, with more keys than a locksmith

[Hook: Meek Mill]

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Damn Tommy you ain't got no job
DC, we the motherfuckin' mob
Young nigga getting straight to the money
In a range with your honey, I pull up like ahh
I make them power moves with Jay and them
Them boys shooting don't play with them
Maybach, Rozay and them
Rolling down Collins call Rugs hit the A with them
Compound niggas live now
If it's the finals I'm balling like I'm LeBron now
I call up Odyssey tell them bitches to calm down
I treat the jet like a taxi way the way I'm flying around
And I don't fuck with no niggas
If they don't fuck with my niggas
And I ain't fucking no bitches
If they fucking my niggas

[Hook: Meek Mill]

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
One time for the real niggas
Two times for the bad bitches
Y'all suckas be cuffing hoes
Cause y'all suckas never had bitches
I hit the dealer bought another Rolls
That's the reason why you mad nigga
That's the reason why you hating on me
I love balling, my bad nigga
Cause it's levels to this shit
Levels to this shit
Can't fuck my ho cause it's levels to this bitch
Cause it's levels to this bitch
And a Birkin bag like a gold medal to this bitch
Lord, lord, lord, lord, hold up

[Hook: Meek Mill]

Lord Knows / Fighting Stronger lyrics - Meek Mill (with Jhené Aiko)

(from "Creed" soundtrack)

Uh, Lord knows I'm filthy rich
All this ice is like 50 bricks
Rap niggas throwing hissy fits
I give my bitch a stack just for a Christmas gift
And my bitch so bad, she on my Christmas list
'Member I prayed, really I wished for this
To get the crib with the maid and with the picket fence
I'm with some niggas that mad, we taking risks for this
I'm talking,lord knows that I repent for this
But Lord knows if I get penned for this
I prolly won't get home until I'm 56
They say, I do not know why they be gassing these suckers
But fuck 'em cause I am not feeling their shit
Difference between me and most of these rappers
I'm talking about work that I really put in
Talking about pistols I put on my hip
And I'm talking about foreigns I really could whip

Fighting strong, fighting strong
Fighting harder, fight stronger
Fighting strong, fighting strong
Fighting harder, fight stronger

Make It Work lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Rick Ross & Wale)

[Meek Mill:]
I used to want all that shit, now I got it
I gotta think of some more shit to want, nigga
Oh!

I used to want a quarter bird 'til I got me a brick
I used to want that SRT until I hopped in the Benz
I used to really want that hoe until she hopped on my dick
You niggas said they wanted war, we started droppin' that shit
Like oh Lord, oh Lord!
She ridin' waves, I tell your bitch to surfboard
Surfboard, surfboard
She want the money, tell that hoe to work for it

I used to really want that hoe until I hit from the back
I started trappin', no hands, tried to get me a pack
I took my talents to South Philly, had to get me a sack
You niggas know you fuck around, Meek Milly gettin' you whacked
I used to want a pound of weed, I started flippin' that crack
Sellin' that dope, I went through hell bein' broke
A nigga called me, say he got it, I say front me in four
And he ain't heard from me since and now he smellin' the smoke
You fuckboy! Fuckboy!
Niggas hatin', I'm like what the fuck for?
I'm in the 6, I'm ridin' with a plus 4
She a 10, I fuck her and all her friends, pussy nigga

I used to want a quarter bird 'til I got me a brick
I used to want that SRT until I hopped in the Benz
I used to really want that hoe until she hopped on my dick
You niggas said they wanted war, we started droppin' that shit
Like oh Lord, oh Lord!
She ridin' waves, I tell your bitch to surfboard
Surfboard, surfboard
She want the money, tell that hoe to work for it

[Wale:]
Nigga, so tired of these lame niggas
Keep changin' on you like late winter
Springin' on you for a hoe or somethin'
My coat season and game different
Self made, self made nigga
Well dressed, well paid nigga
I daredevil err'day, nigga
Like Hell's Kitchen and faint vision, oh Lord!
Tell them niggas I'm a need a minute
Undefeated, young sneaker nigga
Hundred deep, you never see a nigga
Hennessy in moderation
But my niggas drinkin' like them black ink niggas
Hah, that's cheesy nigga
Meanin' I cut and leave a nigga
Get it? That's leavin', nigga
Scissors, clippers, please forgive me
Real nigga, hoes around me
Take bitches, repeat offender
Ho, ho, please don't let me
No, no, Easter pinkin'
I done prayed the rappers get the Actavis
So they can all go back to just sleepin' on me

[Meek Mill:]
I used to want a quarter bird 'til I got me a brick
I used to want that SRT until I hopped in the Benz
I used to really want that hoe until she hopped on my dick
You niggas said they wanted war, we started droppin' that shit
Like oh Lord, oh Lord!
She ridin' waves, I tell your bitch to surfboard
Surfboard, surfboard
She want the money, tell that hoe to work for it

[Rick Ross:]
Niggas lookin' at me when I step into the party
It's the 50 millionaire, mothafuckin' Don Dada
All these niggas on coke, all these bitches on molly
Half my niggas do both, you better get yourself some money
Catchin' feelings when I pull up in it... rrrk!
Bad bitch, she a stripper, now she gettin' spinach
Now follow me, Balenciagas like they're Nikes, nigga
Fine bitches in the club, all wifeys, nigga
Now follow me, back to back, we in the Wraith, dog
Parkin' lot, chicken wings, then we skatin' off
Still headbussin' bitches, now I break you off
And if a nigga step to me, I'll break the law
Now follow me, front your boy and I'm a make you work
If I got the bitch a purse, she had to make it twerk
Nigga, ridin' through the city, I remain alert
Cause these niggas full of envy and they tend to lurk

[Meek Mill:]
I used to want a quarter bird 'til I got me a brick
I used to want that SRT until I hopped in the Benz
I used to really want that hoe until she hopped on my dick
You niggas said they wanted war, we started droppin' that shit
Like oh Lord, oh Lord!
She ridin' waves, I tell your bitch to surfboard
Surfboard, surfboard
She want the money, tell that hoe to work for it

Miss Me lyrics - Meek Mill

[Meek Millz:]
Aye, Aye, I said tell mee (k) what's really goin' on,
Philly back up in this bitch I'm ready, I'm in my bag,
Sound like I turned and hit dem bitches fast,
I wake up early in the morning and go get the cash,
Erry day on my birthday,
I be getting cake BITCH,
Niggas talk about me when they see me never say shit,
Shout (to) that nigga Puffy cause that Loco got me wasted,
Standin' on the top just blackin' out like I'm a racist,
Tip be gotta nigga on some fuck a mixtape shit,
Diddy gotta a nigga on some drink some Roc straight shit,
We at? King and Diamonds? throwin money by the case? (bitch)?
I just came back from jail, and I'm ballin' 'Bron James shit,
Same shit no different day,
Swagger blow ya bitch away,
I been gettin money like my block doin' a brick a day,
I know niggas dead broke,
But they jus' a lick away,
From runnin' in your crib, snatchin' yours, and bein' rich today, hey
Hockey team on my wrist bitch,
Tell that ho to grab my dick and treat it like a lipstick,
Stunt so fuckin' hard I make my hater have a hiss fit,
Nigga you don't feel me you gone (going) smell me like a in scent,
I been sick, swine flu,
Matter fact no chicken poc,
Wonder how he feel I'm fuckin' every single bitch he got,
I was at the bottom and I crept up on the tippy top,
Shinin' on these niggas like the diamonds in my wrist and watch,
I love Nicki Minaj,
I swear I admit it,
I hope one day I can fuck her just to say I fuckin' hit it,
And girl I'm fuckin' serious I lick it 'fore I stick it,
If you ever hear this verse I'm on your top jus' like a fitted UHHH,
And Philly want dat back,
You won't even have a show you be in Philly comin' back,
I make sure I save you verses and put you on every track,
I swear to god girl I ain't lying I would kill it from the back,
Because I'm gone,
Yeah I know I"m drawin',
If I can can get her now, then I jus' wait 'til I get on,
I don't want you to kiss me, I just wanted to bone, [x2]
And you know I will take you down though,
All the way to the ground though,
If you wanted to keep your bitch you better not bring her 'round though,
If I tell her to hit me,
Then you know that she gone (going),
She be screamin' she miss me,
'Stead of callin' my phone, (hahaha)
Oh shit,
Mother fucker god damn,
Mah is you fuckin' or not, like Cam,
I'm out Miami in the R A goin'? ham?
P my passenger,
? Remy? be stuntin' in the lamb',
My nigga? Cooner? in the lamb' too,
Up and down on Collins, bendin' corners like we bamboo,
Stuntin' on my old hos they see me be like damn boo,
Call me Jackie Turner all these hos that I done ran through,
I'm gone,
I tell them bitches that I'm GONE.

Miss My Dawgs lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Strap & Travi$ Scott)

[Meek Mill & Strap:]
I miss my dawgs
I miss my dawgs
And they killed my little nigga
Man I wish that I was there when that shit popped off
And who would’ve thought, I’d ever get that call
So I’m out here riding with my niggas, and we sliding, letting shit pop off

[Meek Mill & Strap:]
I miss my dawgs
I miss my dawgs
And they killed my little nigga
Man I wish that I was there when that shit popped off
And who would’ve thought, I’d ever get that call
So I’m out here riding with my niggas, and we sliding, letting shit pop off

[Meek Mill:]
They killed Chinx Drugz in his own city
They killed Lil Snupe in his own city
Wonder why I don't be in my own city
I don't know if niggas gone clap for me or going to kill me
Still living lavish and they still wonder why I act savage
All these guns and automatics
Still gonna murder these niggas that want to have it
Before they have me miss my son’s football practice
Fuck y’all niggas that killed Lil Snupe
And when we run into y’all niggas we gone kill y’all too
I still pray every young nigga feel that coupe
Cause young niggas feel like me, I feel like you
Fifty shades of grey, want to do me like Freddie
I pray to god, load my chopper, tell them niggas I’m ready
I’m riding round with my squad, it's Pmon and Omelly
I got Dean in the cut, my nigga Coon be so heavy
We got to make it back home tonight
So fuck the law, we brought the chrome tonight
Cause the cops won’t save you, you alone tonight
So tell a young nigga am I wrong or right

[Meek Mill & Strap:]
I miss my dawgs
I miss my dawgs
And they killed my little nigga
Man I wish that I was there when that shit popped off
And who would’ve thought, I’d ever get that call
So I’m out here riding with my niggas, and we sliding, letting shit pop off

[Meek Mill & Strap:]
I miss my dawgs
I miss my dawgs
And they killed my little nigga
Man I wish that I was there when that shit popped off
And who would’ve thought, I’d ever get that call
So I’m out here riding with my niggas, and we sliding, letting shit pop off

[Meek Mill:]
Sometimes I miss my dad, I wish he could see me now
Rolls Royce, he wouldn’t believe me now
The way I took my mom out the hood, got Tweety round
From the jects to the burbs, I wish you could meet me now
But you died before he was even round
But I set him straight though, look who he be around
And he sticks with the kids where they really play soccer
When he could’ve been a nigga on the corner with a chopper
You the one that taught me how to hold my hands before they got you
So I’mma fight hard for the fam until they pop us, till they rock us
You ain’t even get to meet my son Papi
He’s three now, and he be asking where his grandpop is
You see now, they talk us down, see my fam shopping
Now see the brand new Benz and the brand new houses
Know you see these brand new friends, acting brand new, smiling
And I just got brand new bills, that’s brand new problems
And my old homie told on me, like damn you wyling
And that shit you talk from jail don’t scare nobody
Cause you told, you dead now
And you know, nigga walk with your head down
RIP

[Travi$ Scott:]
Fly high, so high, fly high, so high
Fly high, so high, so long, goodbye
Fly high, so high, so long, goodbye
So high, so high, so long, goodbye

Mo Money lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. French Montana & Lil' Snupe)

[Allen Iverson:]
What are we talking about practice
We talking about practice man

[Meek Mill:]
I'm just with my niggas spining hella blocks
Bad bitch on all my banshee I'm like twelve o' clock
Vroom vroom I might do a hundred block
In the back hundred niggas deep and we like fuck the cops
I see these haters looking at me like I owe them something
You looking back I prolly throw you something
I see you flexing with that money and I know you frontin'
I had cases never told 'em nothing

[Lil' Snupe:]
She let you know that we ain't flexing
You quit [?] gon' get ejected
Niggas want to kill me cause a nigga coming up
Want to kill 'em but that shit my really fuck my money up
Focus on my grind got to get the stash
Tryna leave the streets alone but they steady calling back
You ever seen death around the corner
Chilling on the block and pussy niggas run up on ya
Busting shells at you when they hotter than a sauna

[French Montana:]
All these chains and this change on me
Niggas said I changed man they changed on me
Man it ain't a thang everything on me
Man a see a clear port plane on me

[Meek Mill:]
You see me coming around your corner I got a check
Flew into your city leave my niggas on the jet
Ballin' like...

Mo money, mo money only bringing more problems
Mo money, mo money only bringing more robbers
Want to see me in a box I went and push boxed 'em
Show me some evidence
Never was better than nor was you relevant
I'm too competitive walk in the club get my 357 in
My level went excellent
I cut the brick like its cards and I shuffle it
You told 'em we selling it
A mouse in the building that act like an elephant
Who the fuck just let the devil in
Come to my city they treat me like president
Ain't got no pity for niggas that's settling
I had that Lala and Melo was selling them niggas
Fuck JR Smith
Niggas try to kill me but they all miss
My day ones man they all with ya
Had a lot of homies but they all switched
Word up my nigga

With 100 nigga behind me
North side Philly where you find me
Riding around with a 30 in my lap in a big ass phantom
I'm with the Bentley like I'm Johnny
Watching out with the toolie for a robbery
Bang motherfucker for the money and the respect
Hit 'em in the head

Back a nigga wasn't mad then
Took advantage I asked them
For a shot at this start laughing
It took a year or two and now
Y'all niggas all look like haters
You ain't even put your glove on paper
Word around that you tricking on bitches
Catch you with your chain on and we take it

Moment 4 Life (Freestyle lyrics -

If I could take the time back, I would rewind back
The day my cousin asked my gran where his mom at
I want my aunt back and my dad too
They killed Shawty and Diddy that was sad too
I cut a couple homies off, shit I had to
Changed on me for the money, look what cash do
Thinking I'm rich, counting my money
Worrying bout mine, they should be counting it for me
I'm just adding up this paper subtracting my homies
Shawty be screaming how she love me, while bouncing it on me
She really don't like me, she just attracted to money
She chasing the benjys, so that don't offend me
Im just loading up my Glock, hoping that it defend me
When them haters try to kill me I'm clapping the semi
She giving me head, I'm grabbing her Remy
I just wanna B, like the back of the Bentley
Niggas say I'm Hollywood when I'm Hollyhood
Put my life on the line for them, shit I probably would
Switch that to probably woulda, They wit me probably coulda
Put'em on probably shoulda, but ain't nobody realer
Niggas is so fake, I did my ID check
Kept It A Hunnit Wit Me ?, ain't met nobody yet
I treat them like the beat, cuz ima body that
Moving throughout these streets, that's where you find me at
I ain't gonna lie ----- saved my life
But you ain't gon be running round, like you made my life
I ain't met a bitch yet, I would've made my wife
And I ain't met a nigga yet I would've made my right
Hand, damn, never take the stand
Never tell them boys information on your fam
Never tell them niggas information where you stayin
Cuz they change like the weather, when you wake they're where you land
With that hammer in your face, askin for the cake
Ever seen one of your dogs transform into a snake
Ever seen one of them snakes transform into a rat
I be running through the jungle I could tell you bout that
I could tell you bout the drought, when the work got snapped
Whole hood started robbing, everybody got strapped
Whole team just was broke, everybody got back
I was selling Sour Diesel, everybody got crack
It's obvious I'm hot, it's obvious you cold
Presidential on my wrist, and it's obvious its gold
Whole hood got your statements it's obvious you told
Like a Lil Wayne album it's obvious you sold
I'm on some shit, running neck and neck with Vick
Trying to bring my city back, take us to where we never been
I'm just in the studio working like a Mexican
And they tell me I'm a rookie doing it like a veteran
Yea, big dreams small city
Trying to come up on me, but would you fall with me?
Would you clutch that hammer and bust it off with me?
Hundred miles an hour running from the law with me?
I ain't think so, I just blink slow
Million ways to get this money but we think snow
Every time I see a chick I just think ho
And every time I meet a nigga I just think Po'
Alpo ass niggas!
Moment for life, for life
I'mma keep it real for life
And I'mma keep getting money, fuckin' bitches for life, for life, for life
Yeah, yeah!

Monster lyrics - Meek Mill

The money turned me into a monster
The money turned my noodles into pasta
The money turned my tuna into lobster
They want to do me I'mma do it like a mobster

4 A.M. I'm on the north side of Philly
Riding around like these haters don't want to kill me
It's a shame how they hate on me you gotta feel me
I started out with a dollar and got a milli
I'm like do it for the gram ho, do it for the gram ho
She don't want to bust it I say do it for them bands yo
I say do it for them bands fucking with that broke nigga you should do it for your man
Lately I've been on the low with a ho that you probably know
Took her to the crib and met momma right at the door
Momma started smiling like momma I got to go
I done took so many trophies to momma that momma know
I said a real nigga, I get that money pay them bills nigga
My momma told me "you a real nigga"
And I be hanging with them real killers
Now what a feeling when you looking at the latest whip and knowing you can cop it
Or looking at the baddest bitch and knowing you could pop it
The youngest nigga in my city doing it I got it
On another level with Benjamin and money is the topic
Lord

The money turned me into a monster
The money turned my noodles into pasta
The money turned my tuna into lobster
They want to do me I'mma do it like a mobster

I put my jeweler on his feet
Hundred thou I used to do that every week
Never sleep its funny how I never speak
You see a foreign in my city that was me

That was us, never sweet
We went to war niggas riding down the street
Popping that pistol they talking they never did
Dropping the nickel with something that never cease
I've been sitting on that money like a chair
I've been getting to that money all year
All year and my niggas all here
But we started from the bottom we was selling hard squares
Baddest bitch in the game wearing my chain I'm ready
Switching lanes in that Mulsanne like I'm Andretti
I do the Balmain, Balenciaga, no Giuseppe
If they sleep on Meek Milly I kill these niggas like I was Freddy
I eat that pussy like a monster
She gon' ride this dick she need a sponsor
You could tell I'm Philly from my posture
And we be whipping coca like its pasta
I be on money, 2 milly 4 milly no I need more money
I get that "see a bad bitch and be like how you doing" money
They be like how you doing honey oh

The money turned me into a monster
The money turned my noodles into pasta
The money turned my tuna into lobster
They want to do me I'mma do it like a mobster

I put my jeweler on his feet
Hundred thou I used to do that every week
Never sleep its funny how I never speak
You see a foreign in my city that was me

Off The Corner lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Rick Ross)

[Intro: Meek Mill]
M-m-m-m-a
No, no, no, no, no, no
These hoes, they like niggas that spend money, not talk about it
If you ain't gonna get the money then watcha gonna do?
Hey!

[Hook: Meek Mill]
I graduated from the streets, no diploma
I made a million on that corner
I mixed pedico with baking soda
I made a million on that corner
Going Donald Trump numbers on the corner
I made a million on that corner
Graduated from the streets, no diploma
I made a million on that corner
I made a million on that, I made a million on that
I made a million on that corner

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Young rich nigga, I flex, look at my neck
Look at my bitch, look at my wrist, got these niggas upset
Who you know blow a mill? Don't even think twice, no sweat
And these hoes around me?
You don't fuck, you don't give them no check
Cause ya'll niggas lame as fuck, none of these chumps can't hang with us
All these chains getting tangled up
And my clique armed and dangerous, and we'll flame you up
You get smoked mothafucker like angel dust
Start the Rolls Royce with the angel up
All these niggas on angels bruh, but I got stripes like a bengal does
And my wrist look like the flash on
Come that ho and bring that ass on
So I can beat it up like you stole something
Might pop a purple, go mad long like skrrt
Been through your hood in a wraith, niggas is jealous, just look at your face
3-57 get put in your place, follow my lead all you niggas is late
Like hold up, hold up, I done made a million on that corner
I bought some coke but couldn't deal with Arizona
Them yellow diamonds looking clearer than Corona
And if they act like they ain't with it

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I'm on the corner gettin' cake
I'm talkin' like it's 88
Givenchy all I really play
Kingpin status when I swerve up on the block
A nigga like you, you wouldn't even get the cock
Get my money dolo, I just need some help to count it
I'm the richest nigga outta Dade-Broward County
Feds know my game, they keep it raw, we all at odds
Repossess my Lambo cause they wanna build a charge
When they got my Chevy, got it runnin' like it's 'sposed to
Hit up on my niggas, let 'em know my shop reopened
We rockin' everything, till I'm right back on the top
Nasdaq hustle bitch, come get your ass in stocks

[Hook]

[Outro: Rick Ross]
Ugh, Double M, bang!

Ooh Kill 'Em lyrics - Meek Mill

[Skit - Maleek:]
Get it right Terio
Ooh, ooh kill 'em, ooh kill 'em, ooh

[Intro - Meek Mill:]
You ready? You ready?
I don't think they is

[Verse 1 - Meek Mill:]
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say
But nothing comes out when they move they lips
I spit crack for my niggas that be moving bricks
With they exclusive bitch
Sippin' on Amaretto when she loose and shit
Niggas sleeping on me then I Freddy Krueger shit
With a few Philly niggas that be shootin' shit
I'm like Dre, I wish I had my nigga Snupe for this
Oh, I grew up, I screw up a oz of crack
Then I blew up they knew us before all this rap
I maneuvered with shooters
You fuck around with me, get smoked like a hookah
My ruger go booyah, I do it for the streets
You do it for the nigga with the backpack
I do it for the niggas on the corner
Tryna make a meal ticket with a crack pack
Hold up wait a minute let me back track
Hov gave you 24, let you have that
Man you claiming you the king of New York
What the fuck wrong with you nigga, step back
Hundred shots, aim straight at your snap cap
Everybody want the crown so I snatch that
Heard your gun go doo-doo-dooo-dooo
Well my gun go blap-blap-blap-blap-blap
What the fuck I gotta whisper to niggas
To earn my respect just to get to these niggas
Go Ether, Takeover or Jigga on niggas
Or really go 2Pac and Biggie on niggas
What the fuck wrong with him
Like really I'm sick of you niggas
You've been in the game like a year and some change
And you feeling yourself so I'm killing these niggas like...

[Bridge - Meek Mill:]
(H-h-h-hold up, wait)
Let the beat come back and the streets come back
Niggas on the west tryna make the east come back
Make me grow these nappy braids, make the beast come back like
(H-h-h-hold up, wait)
And a nigga fuck around get the RICO Act
Shoot shoot, and one, where my free throw at?
And my lil' nigga Bobby can't eat those flats
Like ooh kill 'em, ooh kill 'em
Ooh kill 'em, ooh kill 'em

[Verse 2 - Meek Mill:]
They know Meek Milly, I barely went gold
But Meek Milly look like he sold two million
All this new money I'm getting my nigga
I swear I don't know what to do with it
Yeah it's Meek Milly, I'm bombing on rappers
I really don't give a fuck who with 'em
Pair with a nigga like me one time, like me one time
And ya'll forgot about me
Acting like I don't really want mine
What the fuck wrong with em
Know how we feeling, let me get back to it
Terio like ooh kill 'em, ooh kill 'em
Ooh kill 'em, ooh kill 'em, ooh kill 'em, ooh

OOOUUU (Remix) lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Takbar, Omelly & Beanie Sigel)

[Takbar:]
Pussy
You's a bitch ass nigga, nigga
Never did nothing in your fucking life
What's your resume, you's a male stripper nigga
None of the real niggas in Cali fuck with you nigga
You know I'm plugged in and you know who this is talking pussy
You always showed me the utmost respect nigga
You's a bitch nigga
Never did nothing in your life how dare you play with niggas like us
What the fuck is your resume?

[Omelly:]
It's Osama Twin Llamas and I'ma fuck around
Why you worried about Meek? Sit your gay ass down
Actin' like you that nigga when you a fuckin' clown
You wanna rumble? I got the 30 on me right now
Swing a punch, bop, bop, you goin' right down
Barkin' up the wrong tree, it's time to bite now
Ain't no more coppin' pleas, it's on sight now
Trigger finger itchin', fuck the wait, strike now

[Takbar:]
Nigga, you was a stripper, nigga
You copped a plea in every beef you been in nigga
You can't be fuckin' serious
You bumped your fuckin' head, you joke
Nigga you's a fu-, I can't believe this nigga, man
That'll push up like this

[Omelly:]
Murder, murder, murder that be the case
Man this nigga outta pocket, man he softer than Drake
Drum on my lap, I'm strapped when I hop out the Wraith
Swing a punch on cuz, I knock a chunk out your face
Had a glass pot Pyrex, cookin' the flour
You had a thong up you ass, male hooker for dollars
I got enough clips, bitch, we can shoot up for hours
Get it jumpin', hit the switch like a '64 Impala
Clip fully auto whole strip'll get showered

[Beanie Sigel, (Omelly) & Meek Mill:]
One phone call I'm in LA in three hours
The bully, please don't bring me out of retirement
Aye Mac chill let me do my thing I got him
Ooouuu, ooouuu
Ooouuu
(You was a stripper)
Philly shit
(Nigga you trippin'
You was a stripper)
B Mac in the building, Omelly in the building
Deuce in the building
DC in the building, Yay in the building

[Meek Mill:]
I can never lose, chess or checkers make a move
Drippin' in them jewels like I just got out the pool
Skinny nigga sittin' on that money like the jews
Only time we make it to the TV if it's the news
We was tryna make it out them trenches, you dig?
Young niggas trappin' out them benches, you dig?
You gon' be a felon or a witness, you dig?
All this money, murderin' is senseless, it is
Fuck 'em and tell 'em if I ain't gon' feed 'em
All this money I'm gettin', prolly ain't gon' need 'em
Niggas said that we beefin', prolly ain't gon' see 'em
I'm just pushin' them buttons on 'em and they gon' leave him
Durk checked you (what else?), Thug sonned you (what else?)
Fif dropped you (what else?), Mac oned you (what else?)
Strippers turned rappers look what we come to
You a faggot, my lady'll never fuck you
G-A-M-E, please don't tempt me
Four pound with the lemon squeeze like simply
Ridin' dirty sippin' on the eighth like Pimp C
Land at the Clearport, truck my Bentley
Comin' down Sunset, I'm not done yet
I've been to Bompton, you don't run that
Shout out to YG, where my bloods at?
Call my eses, where them guns at?
I'm with them 40 niggas, I'm never with 40 niggas
Promo your album they got you making up stories, nigga
Stripper to rapper, rapper to stripper you corny, nigga
A sucka

[Meek Mill:]
That's what you do to sell you album
You only gon' sell like 15 thousand the first week
I put a mil' on it
DC4 on the way
Heh, y'all niggas is crazy talk to the D's I got lawyer money

[Meek Mill:]
You was signed to a rat, you a mouse nigga
I'm sittin' on that money like a couch, nigga
Make me crumble you cookie, you Girl Scout nigga
Make me move to Calabassas, buy a house, nigga
Calabassas, Mac 10 the masks
Waiting on that red Bentley just to fly past us
Hollow tips ripple through the window, shatter glasses
Mac just landed at the port he want some action
Catch you at the drive-through, hit 'em and wax 'em
Desert eagle Sigel hit your body, slide you backwards
Make a nigga moonwalk, talkin' Michael Jackson
I don't let my goons talk, they be only clappin'
Menace to society, got guns by varieties
Teardrops on your face, you ain't got no bodies
Son you like you Ray Ray, nigga you ain't Bobby
Treat you like you Day Day, Deebo on a Friday, pussy
Somebody touch me then somebody die
Beat the body, throw a party like its Mardi Gras
I'm from Philly, nigga, all we know is homicide
Throwing millis tryna make a nigga momma cry
Brace yourself double barrel pipe
Do him like Caine's cousin Harold at the light
Weigh like 170, nigga, I don't fight
Do it with the guns or we can do it with the knife
Do this shit for fun, we could do this shit tonight
Cause we was never cool, nigga, you was just 'aight
New Jack City me and Chino on the bike
I'm sittin' back with the uzi that's your life
I'm gone

[Takbar:]
Pussy
This ain't about East or West neither nigga
Its about niggas and bitches, power and money
Riders and punks
Nigga you been a bitch nigga
You don't do nothing that we do nigga
You don't get down like we do
We applying pressure on you bitch ass nigga
You know what I'm saying
Niggas already know man Tak, Bossilini, a underboss

Poppin' (Remix) lyrics - Meek Mill (with Chris Brown & French Montana)

(originally by Rico Richie)

[Meek Mill:]
You got a motherfuckin' cheque in your pocket
Pull it out right now and contribute

[Meek Mill:]
Uh, yeah, I'm standin' at a table full of trappers
I pop a Perc and take off like it's NASA
My niggas, they don't rap, but look like rappers
Cause when we get that work, we flip it backwards, Lord

[French Montana:]
If you ain't got no paper, you ain't poppin'
If you ain't got no paper, you ain't poppin' it
If you ain't got no paper, you ain't poppin'
If you don't got no paper, you ain't poppin' it

[Chris Brown:]
I met a bitch from uptown, I'm like, "Woah"
Patrón shots, a couple of rounds, she like, "Woah"
My niggas ain't fuckin' around, they gon' go
Think I'm a spend a cheque on that pussy, I'm like, "No"
I put your bitch in a Phantom, that shit big as a planet
Got some bitches in Paris that speakin' French like Montana
Got a bitch in the projects, she be holdin' her hammer
Landed in California, 'bout to go to Atlanta
To meet my bitch from Miami, she want beef on the table
I moonwalk in that pussy, she thinkin' Billie Jean
I got a TEC sittin' on the step and that's on the set
Here I go, ring a nigga neck all about a cheque, yeah, I know

[Meek Mill:]
I'm standin' at a table full of trappers
I pop a Perc and take off like it's NASA
My niggas, they don't rap, but look like rappers
Cause when we get that work, we flip it backwards, Lord

[French Montana:]
If you ain't got no paper, you ain't poppin'
If you ain't got no paper, you ain't poppin' it
If you ain't got no paper, you ain't poppin'
If you don't got no paper, you ain't poppin' it

[French Montana:]
You ran up on my set and tried to knock us
They heard I'm wit' the killers and the robbers
If I don't fire hammers and the choppers
I be ridin' 'til they free Wavie Crockett
Khaki sippin' dirty at the house
My niggas, you don't rap cause you can't stop us
Blood, he poppin' me and J. Lo in the projects
Nigga, you couldn't see us wit' binoculars
Hook game like coppers, brick squad like Flocka
Let the birds fly like it's falcons, ball like [?]
This that vintage Chanel, drinkin', twistin' cigars
Mixin' Cris in the dark, cryin', grippin' the odds
Hit my man up, I had to go
Bulletproof sprinter, I be ridin' like the Pope, Montana

[Meek Mill:]
I'm standin' at a table full of trappers
I pop a Perc and take off like it's NASA
My niggas, they don't rap, but look like rappers
Cause when we get that work, we flip it backwards, Lord

[French Montana:]
If you ain't got no paper, you ain't poppin'
If you ain't got no paper, you ain't poppin' it
If you ain't got no paper, you ain't poppin'
If you don't got no paper, you ain't poppin' it

Preach (Remix) lyrics - Meek Mill

[Intro - Meek Mill:]
Countless money
Countless money, countless money, countless money
Countless money
Countless money, countless money, countless money

[Verse 1 - Meek Mill:]
I don't fuck with these bitches cause they sheisty
I think she fucking, she could never be my wifey
It be the brokest bitches acting like they pricey
I talk that money these broke niggas never liked me
Look at the flick of the wrist, I put the dick in your bitch
Whipping and cooking bricks, thought we was cooking the girts
Selling the fish and bending them corners
I do whatever I wanna
I fuck whatever I wanna
Remember them times they never was on us
I got bodies, I got bodies
She ain't down, I bet I fuck
Legend to these basic bitches, basic hoes I never touch
Tell them bitches back back out the VIP don't let them know
It don't matter if it's Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday bet I crush
You be liking all her pictures, I hit that ain't never bust
Used to pray get that pussy, I got that and never cuffed
She got mad I hit her friend
I don't argue, let her fuss
It ain't shit to cut that bitch off and move on to better stuff
I got different color Balenciagas
I switch kicks like Mr. Rogers
Bitch better have my money, don't give a fuck if it was 50 dollars
Hit the club
With 50 cowards
I hit the club, we all strapped
Just four niggas that get them dollars like hey

[Intro]

[Chorus - Young Dolph:]
Keep it real with your dawg no matter what... Preach
Same bitch that claim she love you she'll set you up... Preach
Out here in these streets it ain't no such thing as love... Preach
The only thing I trust is this pistol and these slugs... Preach
Real nigga shit, only what I do and speak, if that nigga don't work, he a fucking leech... Preach
I ain't got shit for a nigga, ain't nothing in this muthafucking world free... Preach

[Verse 2 - Young Dolph:]
Zay got the muthafucking bass thumping, Dolph got the muthafucking trap jumping
Doors to the trap open, I'll sell you something
Hell nah, don't ask, I ain't frontin nothing
I fucked yo bitch then told her, I'll see you around
Dolph just skipped town with 2 hunnit thou
Dolph just poured an 8 in a two liter pop
They say Dolph addicted to these streets just like his pops
Addicted to hustling, I can't stop, can't stop
Won't stop won't stop, can't stop
Never hear me complaining bout what I ain't got
Cause if I want it, I'm a go get it
Free my nigga Yo Diddy
Got Paper Route tatted on yo ho titty
Same nigga you getting high with he really yo enemy
Everyday niggas cross they patnas out for Benjamins

[Chorus]

Problem lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Tdot Illdude)

Static, it's gon' be, it's gon' be static for sure
Cause what, what the rap audience ain't ready for is a real person
You know what I wanna say, a real N-I-G-G-A
I'm coming out, I'm 100% real
I ain't compromising nathing
Anybody that talk about me got problems
So, anybody that try to take away the Chasers' money as a whole, they got a problem
We gon' suffocate

[Meek Mill:]
Fresh off the boat, it ain't no stretch on the coat
We made that money, that money don't make us
We finna go get it like it was the first
And niggas is hurt, they say it's a drought and these bitches is thirsty
Then they make an excuse
Cause we still up and lit like it's Sunday at church
Blowing a roll, I got it back, I was down in the O
All around us, the gold
Niggas say that they hot like the top of the stove
Blooded down at my shows, Christian Louboutina
Look how I switch that new designer, I made my bitches Saint Laurenta
Hold up, welcome home to Chapo, glad to see you back out
Since you been on lockdown, we been in the crack drop
Banana prices back down, we up in the trap house
Yeah, bout to blow the money like a scammer
Tell them bitches that I'm going Hammer

[Tdot Illdude:]
It's looking like we got a problem now
It's looking like we got a problem now
It's looking like we got a problem now
It's looking like we got a problem now
We put in that work and y'all calling now
We put in that work and y'all calling now
It's looking like we got a problem now
It's looking like we got a problem now

[Meek Mill:]
Uh, pull up to Diddy and load up the dirty, so we can go put in some work
Be with them killers and hang with the hitters, you mention my name and get put on the shirt
We get the car, we hitting your block
Bend on that bitch, throw that shit in reverse
Jump out the van with the drum on the Glock
Chasing them down, if you trip, you get murked
Woo, whipping the white with the soda
Fucking them over I'm fucking with Hova
I jump out the Phantom, I'm sipping the Fanta
I bought that new Bentley, and I flooded the Rollie
All of these niggas know me, all of these bitches, they know I'm O.G
Come to my city, you know we O.D
Toting, I see me no rolling on me
She got all this ass out, I got all this cash out
I'm a fuck your girl like I love her in my glass house
She gon' cut you off, nigga, I tell her to never fuck you raw, nigga
Put a sign on that pussy

[Tdot Illdude:]
It's looking like we got a problem now
It's looking like we got a problem now
It's looking like we got a problem now
It's looking like we got a problem now
We put in that work and y'all calling now
We put in that work and y'all calling now
It's looking like we got a problem now
It's looking like we got a problem now

Professional Money Getta lyrics - Meek Mill

[Chorus x2]
I gotta lotta dough
Cause getting money all a nigga know
Ima professional money getta
Ima professional money getta

They ask me what I do
I keep they mouths froze
Cause gettin money all a nigga know
Ima proffessional money getta
Ima professional money getta

[Verse 1]
I said I wake up in the morning wash my face and brush my teeth
Finna chase the money I put on my running sneaks
Cause nothing in this world ain't gon come for free
So ima go and get it if it ain't gon come to me
Yeah! who runnin with us
Who fuckin with us
The teacher asked me what I wanna be, a money getta
When I was broke I did a joke, I was a funny nigga
Now I don't really play around, I'm gettin money nigga
Started on the stoop, turn a quarter to a coup
Say the profit and regroup
Shitted on them haters, OOOPS!
Buy my bitties ever bags so they can ball like jill swoops
All I do is get the money and spend it like the world do
This old head told me money it don't mean nothin
I was thinkin in my head like he ain't seen nothin
Cops at me by the car I ain't seen nothin
If u wont fall for anything you ain't mean nothin

[Chorus]
I gotta lotta dough
Cause getting money all a nigga know
Ima professional money getta
Ima professional money getta

They ask me what I do
I keep they mouths froze
Cause gettin money all a nigga know
Ima proffessional money getta
Ima professional money getta

[Verse 2]
I say I'm tryna turn a dolla to a million
I was knockin at the door they wouldn't let me in the buildin
So I took it to the streets sold my mixtapes and I killed em
Same hoe dat fronted on that nigga now they feel em, steel him
Broke bitches on my back, now u want my autograph
Told em in miami, I'm gonna fan em all up on that ass
They was chasin random chicks and I was chasin around that cash
Dawg I ain't find my swag until the day I found my stage
Money make the world go round and all them pretty girls go down
Blizzy on deck cause in the day it can still go down
That money don't make u real u a dildo clown, u fake!
If they ain't gettin money now a days they hate
It ain't my birthday but I'm eatin my cake
But I ain't gotta eat cause I already ate
Yeah I'm already straight!

[Chorus]
I gotta lotta dough
Cause getting money all a nigga know
Ima professional money getta
Ima professional money getta

They ask me what I do
I keep they mouths froze
Cause gettin money all a nigga know
Ima professional money getta
Ima professional money getta

You know ima money getta
A money gettin professional
A money gettin professional
A money gettin professional

You know ima money getta
A money gettin professional
A money gettin professional
I get it!

[Chorus]
I gotta lotta dough
Cause getting money all a nigga know
Ima professional money getta
Ima professional money getta

They ask me what I do
I keep they mouths froze
Cause gettin money all a nigga know
Ima professional money getta
Ima professional money getta

Rockstar lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Mel Love)

[Meek Millz:]
I no u heard of meek yeah I'm a rock stare I rether heard of philly din play them block heard as who I be they say I'm top dogg is where a cuppole of g's get a nigga nocked off like r hommie I will not fall is where they get them key's is where they rock rall I no u heard of meek bitch cause I'm a rock stare is where a cuppole of g's get a nigga nocked of like r

[Mel Luv:]
See I'm not about ma bissnise I can't stop ya'll I keep's them bitch's that won't hisatate that top off I like ma bitch's like I just like ma hot car's in side that sexy mathafucker with there top off cock up that siset so we can node off a pussy nigga somethin rong with ya eye ball I tell them like diss if u got a prob dogg yo hommie be like hunkie ha getem nocked off they got a nigga listed as a top dogg's apla bh we shrate rock stars first thing first get a boi yeah job dogg u tryin to get that money u got cope soft water bakein soda ice now u got hard twork so good get feen lock jaw yeah u in the leg but u will not ball I made a promise before I get up I will not fall naw.

[Meek Millz:]
I no u heard of meek yeah I'm a rock stare I rether heard of philly din play them block heard as who I be they say I'm top dogg is where a cuppole of g's get a nigga nocked off like r hommie I will not fall is where they get them key's is where they rock rall I no u heard of meek bitch cause I'm a rock stare is where a cuppole of g's get a nigga nocked of like r

[Meek Millz:]
I no u heard of meek yeah I'm a rock star look how I play my role yeah I'm a hot dogg ma nigga get them hole and they wip it rock rall they sel it on the low just to get it nocked off we tryin to stash chees they tryin to by cars I'm tryin to get them key's to open them locked door's

Roman's Revenge (Freestyle) lyrics - Meek Mill

I be spittin' fire like a dungeon dragon
I be spittin' fire like a dungeon dragon
Leggo!

@MeekMill, follow me bitch
Don't you spit, girl swallow my ish
If I had a dollar every model I hit
And a quarter just for every single bottle I sip
I'd prolly make the Forbes
No prolly, it's for sure
I'm prolly on the tour
Prolly partyin' some more
Back stage goin' ham
Sloppy Toppy On The Floor
I been winnin' whole game
I monopoly the board

I'm verified, give me my stamp
I'm underrated, K. Durant
My money tell me to get it jumpin
I play the ramp
You like Pacquiao
You wanna face the champ?

I'm Floyd, in my new toy
On my way to Boyd
You lookin like a boy
And this is abuse, this is the truth
Treat the mic like my toilet I shit in the booth
Get so many funny stares
Hard wrists in the coupe
On my old school shit just listenin' to SNOOP!
Rollin' down the street
Gin with the Juice
Gettin' money now you hate
This what you do?!

You ever play roulette?
Well this what you do:
Put a bullet in the gun and put it to you
You pull the trigger back
If the hammer don't bang
You pull that trigger again til you blow out your brain
You hater!

I'm way past ruthless
You don't know I'm hot?
You way past stupid!
Everybody know I made my movement
Why they in Phantom bangin' Maybach Music?
Cause I'm rollin with Ross and Ross rollin' with Splif
Ain't gotta shoot the vid' to show you we on some shit
You can look at the neck and tell it glow from the wrist
I ain't even drop an album, but I'm global as shit

Shout out to Khaled
We the best
Ask the hoes, they gonna tell you he a mess
Why you dissin' though?
He a stress
Say the wrong thing
He gonna need a vest!

I'm gone
I'm gone, I'm gone
Sippin' on Patron and Ciroc I'm on
Killin' this beat
What the fuck am I doin'?
30 pounds of weed, lookin' like a front lawn!

I got it in
I got it out
Who in the buildin'?
Let me show 'em out...

Rosé Red lyrics - Meek Mill

I like my rose red and my diamonds blue
Plus I keep I dime chick like 5 [x2]
Ro-r-ro-r-rose

[Verse 1]
I said my chick look like a barbie, closet ferrari
Horses everywhere man I stay fresh like it's a party
I be I be I be kickin' shit like it's karate
When I tell her suck my dick I say make sure you do it sloppy
She said copy she got me say need me say prolly
Keep Louie on my body zoomies on that Mazarati
With that toolie on the side me try to do me you get bodied
My flow so crazy baby ride that beat like a Bugatti
If she don't sucky sucky then we don't fucky fucky
If I ever ate your pussy shorty you must just be lucky
100 thousand in that tuckie all I know is get this money
I hurry up and throw that paper make it back all on a monday

[Hook]
I like my rose red and my diamonds blue
Plus I keep I dime chick like 5 [x2]
Ro-r-ro-r-rose

[Verse 2]
Uhh she's a 5 x 2 I like my rose red and my diamonds blue
And she was always on my dick before I met or even knew her
I'll be shitin' on all these hatin' rappers like manure
Spit on it sit on it get on it shift on it
Shorty do some shit on it it's like your life depend on it
I be killin' everything and I don't put the pen on it
And it ain't 'bout a damn thing if it ain't 'bout a benjamin
Bad like Trina got an ass like Serena when he asked me I seen her
Said I passed her to the team I ain't see that ho again
Goin out I'm goin in and if I think that pussy good
Well likely ima go again

[Hook]
I like my rose red and my diamonds blue
Plus I keep I dime chick like 5 [x2]
Ro-r-ro-r-rose

[Verse 3]
Yeah red bottles she got red bottom
Them niggas ain't gettin money why I care about em
We get money and ride hard why dare try it
I throw like 50 on your head that'll bedrock em
A young nigga but I ball hard and tippin those 4s like Paul Wall
I be changin' all them hoes in my call log
These rappers hopin' and prayin' that I fall off
Bottles in the air come and make a toast with the hottest of the year
Yeah hoes see me stopin and they stare
Cause they know I get that money and I'm flyer than a Lear

[Hook]

Run It lyrics - Joyner Lucas & Meek

[Meek Mill:]
Cuban Linx and kilos
We might get the rico
Pull up on a sucka take his bitch like I was D Bo
Got the four five in the six call it Cee-Lo
Buying bottles with your cop money, nacho cheese Dorito (hol up!)
All of my niggas official as fuck
Big ass Mulsanne like I'm whipping the truck
I'm sippin' Ciroc while I'm sittin' with Puff
And talking 'bout business with Jigga at lunch
That's cray, that's cray
New toys, let's play
I brought spades, with the deuce, like poof, let's [?]
I must say, I get money, fuck ho, don't pay
And I ball, in the clutch, Ray Al, for that tre
And I ride, for the Ye, West side, Kim K
White girl, through The Bay, my hood, I'm Mac Dre
Bitch, if money talks why you niggas never say shit?
If sky's the limit, why I'm ridin' in a space ship?
My money talkin' and my Rollie never tickin niggas
Five bullets [?] on the wrist I'm official nigga

[Joyner Lucas & Timbaland:]
I'm feeling a way...
Whoa, run it
Run it
Run it
Whoa
This is what we do
Run it
Run it
Run it
Run it
Yeah

[Joyner Lucas:]
My bitch look like Halle
My bitch look like Kylie
Your bitch don't look happy
None of ya'll hoes can have me
Can't touch me, can't touch this
MC Hammer with the swaggy
Can't cuff me, can't function
Bitch, I don't want to get married
They ain't ever want me on payroll
They ain't ever want me have say-so
Always had a crush on J-Lo
Thought I was the man 'til my chain broke
I was so broke can't change clothes
You don't keep it real, you a lame-o
You don't make a move 'til I say so
When I get loose, anything goes
Money in the mother fuckin' mattress
They was tryna take it, but I need to get away
I think I'm tripping cause a nigga never had it
I never had a way, I think I struggled every day
Talking to God I'm hoping he could do some magic
Hoping to get paid and then take all my stress away
And I could finally buy a mother fucking mansion
Then move my friends in, and get Benzs
Cause this shit sound like sci-fi
I ain't ever had no wifi
I grew up where the guns went- (pow pow)
Almost got killed in a drive-by
Stay in your biz don't mind mines
I'm in your top five's top five
Can't touch this nigga, why try?
Gimme yo shit or you might die

[Joyner Lucas:]
Run it, run it
Run it, whoa
Run it, run it
Run it, whoa
Run it, run it
Run it, whoa
Whoa, run it
Run it, run it
Run it, run it
Run it, run it
Run it, whoa
Run it, run it
Run it, whoa
Run it, run it
Run it, whoa
Run it, run it
Wait, hold up, yo, look

[Joyner Lucas:]
Your shit sound like bubble gum, popcorn, starburst, chocolate
Gum drop, cupcake, milkshake, [?], candy cane, rainbow
Your shit sound like summer time, playground, third grade
Ice cream, fun pop, Reese's, Hershey's, swirly, lemonade, mango
Momma thought I was retarded
Daddy thought I was lethargic
They said I wasn't the smartest
Grammy knew I was an artist
All of y'all niggas is trash, go throw your shit in the garbage
I threw your shit in the ocean, I hope it swim with the starfish
I remember when you wouldn't fuck with me
Ain't nobody wanna ride the bus with me
Ain't nobody wanna share lunch with me
Family couldn't keep in touch with me
Now they all can't get enough of me
Now they want to fly with me in luxury
Same hoes never want to let me hit
Now they all want to bust nuts for me
Name another nigga poppin' than me?
I never been cocky, but they don't want a problem with me
And fuck all these haters that wanna take a dollar from me
Nigga fuck any rapper yo I don't need a counter with me
Ain't nobody wasn't lookin' for me, they was hiding from me
All of them was counting me out now they counting on me
I'm so motherfucking hot that the wind is a sauna to me
Right before I pull the trigger and begging that God forgive me I said

[Joyner Lucas:]
Run it, run it
Run it, whoa
Run it, run it
Run it, whoa
Run it, run it
Run it, whoa
Whoa, run it
Run it, run it
Run it, run it
Run it, run it
Run it, whoa
Run it, run it
Run it, whoa
Run it, run it
Run it, whoa
Run it, run it
Wait, hold up, look

She Don't Know lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

[Hook - Ty Dolla $ign:]
She my fasho chick
Still trying to get some more chicks
Might end up with no chick
If my bitch find out but
What she don't know won't hurt her
What she don't know won't hurt her
What she don't know won't hurt her
What she don't know won't hurt her
Ya ya

[Meek Mill:]
I fell in love with my side bitch
And its funny cause she wasn't even my bitch
Fly shit had her open like a locksmith
She was nominated for the best to ever ride dick
She like girl [?] a side bitch
And you won't ever catch me with a thot bitch
Cali-forn-i-a I'm up at Toxic
Smoking on bomb shit, looking for a dime bitch
Cause I ain't with the nonsense
I don't spend no money, ain't got no time spent
On these ho ass bitches that ain't got shit
Cause that'll be the same ho to run their mouth quick
And if my girl find out she might hurt us
That pussy ain't worth getting murdered
I hope you keep it on the low, I might just give you dick and dough
I hope that she don't ever know

[Hook]

[Ty Dolla $ign:]
Just had sex with a blasian
She ain't my bitch but she think it
She be cooking and cleaning
She got her nails done and her feet did
She think I don't know nothing
Her ex figure got a new phone number
Put her up in some new shit
With her best friend
Then I burn rubber on a bitch like Joe
Why a bitch gon' tell me no
She ain't got no panties on
She came ready to go

[Hook]

[Ty Dolla $ign:]
I'm grinding on you, you grinding on me I'm all in your shit
I'm feeling like money, you feeling that drank, you feeling this dick

Spazzin lyrics - Meek Mill

Listen a double shot
Of henny rock
Put me where I wanna be
I'm puffin on dis purple
And I'm buzzin like a bumble bee
Niggas can't stop me
So they copy and they wanna be
He try to holla at me
I let it pop em wen he under me
You not it's only one of me
Meek fuckin milli I'm hot
You don't want none of me
And I'm down to kill him I pop
Hit up the stomach peice
Nigga get ya shit tagged
Swear to god if you survive
Ya guaranteed a shit bag
Wat ya bitch ass talkin all hard
Like you really put in sum work
Or walked through that yard
With them gorillas and killers
That put hawks to da guards
Really think you was fillin
Cause you talk to the nard
Swear to god I'm a ride for my squad
Wen the time cum
Nine in my palm
Rubber grip like a condom
You slip I behind him
To put you out ya misery
Hit him in his head
He survive he wnt remember me
Ever since a younging man
I always had a tendacy
To catch me a body
So don't you try to be a friend to me
45 taurus acp
It put a nigga in a coffin asap
I grip ta whore
Bet I score like a sat
Cause we ridin in a impala
It's a ss we
We choppin all on them choppers
Ridin on any body
We strapped just like gibrauds
We out if they try stop us
Them cops they tryn knock us
Throw that shit out the window
But on the first hand that my bitch out the window
And on the other hand
That's five to ten out the window
My petal to the metal
I ain't givin them info
I'm dipin like limbo
40ty orty crom I let it blow like nitendo
He smoken like indo
His head shot records nigga sign up now
If you hot you get a spot
If you now calm down
Young Bob blood hounds got hooked all up
Wen he rap it's like crack
Wen it's cooked all up
These niggas try me
He gettin homied
No doubts about it
I'm poppin to hit his body
I'm choppin just like karate
We in the johnny
We tented and we sendin
Me, wally, and lil donny ready to put that work in
Omelly ready for sertain
Dat dezzy hit you it's curtains
No reague we gone purple
Dat erkle that have you leanin cleamin all in the beamin
We skatin on 22's
They goggles just like Kareem
Nike you?
I'm tryna one nite you
Dick you down kick you out
Get it down in and out
Like a cross over you know it's all over
So stop the frontin and the blufin hand them draws ova
She take them clothes off
I'm like shaq going straight to the hole yal
Bite dat?
She must think I'm a fool ya'll
Be rite back
We gotta make it to school broad

Started From The Bottom (Freestyle) lyrics - Meek Mill

Started from the bottom now we here
We were sellin’ things full of strings, puppeteer
Started with a dollar now I’m jumping out the Lear
All my niggas behind me, you can find me in the air
In the car smokin’ loud on my way to Mr. Chow’s
I say “ain’t it funny now, nigga, this bracelet’s fifty thou”
He say he gon’ hit me, how? I keep shooters all around me
Quicker-picker-up your bitch, that pussy wet and I be Downy
I got all these haters frontin’ just from lookin’ at my pictures
Plottin’ on my Instagram, they wanna follow me like Twitter
On my way home…
But I’mma hit her, did I mention, 30 grand’ll get you gone
You’ll come up missing ‘cause my cake long
Where your real friends at?
Hold up, fuck that, nigga, where your girlfriend at?
She probably in the VIP where all her girlfriends at
She know that you be hatin’ on me and I still hit that, damn
You gon’ need a green card for the Cuban link (ouch)
Cancel my account, I’ll probably move the banks
When you see them hammers out you’d best not move a blink
FN57, fuck around, shoot through a tank
Bitch, shake that ass – go on, shake them titties
Bitch, shake that ass like you work at Magic City
I be bustin’ bottles, ain’t talkin’ ‘bout with Drizzy
Probably be with OVO and I be in Toronto city
With your fake ass, and your fake weed
Frontin’ on a real nigga, bitch, say cheese
And put your flash on just to catch the eight piece
Diamonds thunderin’ all in that bitch, I call it KD
Hold up – hold up, wait a minute, y’all thought I was finished?
I popped twenty bottles, that was just a scrimmage
Nigga, you ain’t ballin’, you pop twenty and you finished
Got you fuckin’ up your re-up every time we in the building
‘Cause we started from the bottom now we here
Sippin’ rose with Rozay in east Bel Air
I signed with MMG and did it in a year
I started with a circle and I turned it to a square, ya dig?

Team Rich lyrics - Meek Mill

Yeah, mmm, turn the beat up a lil' beat
Yeah, it should never be one nigga that's the head of the crew
'Cause if that one nigga go to jail, fall, die or somethin', everybody falls
We live by this shit
If you got money, you fall, it gon' catch you
When the whole team rich

When the whole team rich, when the whole team rich
Want to see the whole team lit, see the whole team rich
See the whole team rich, want to see the whole team lit
My niggas so hungry, we got get that money and we ball forever
If you got some paper and I got some paper, if you fall, I'ma catch (I'll catch you my nigga)
When the whole team rich, when the whole team rich
Want to see the whole team lit, see the whole team rich
See the whole team rich, want to see the whole team lit
My niggas so hungry, we got get that money and we ball forever
If you got some paper and I got some paper, if you fall, I'ma catch (I'll catch you my nigga)
When the whole team rich

Really want the whole team rich
Want to see the whole team lit but it don't mean shit
Look at what pop did to Mitch, he done move thirteen bricks
Niggas ain't loyal, these bitches ain't loyal so we never trust 'em
I lay with that chopper, I sleep with one eye open these niggas [?]
I go to sleep with that Mac on the dresser
Shit, I feel like Tony Montana
Pray we don't go to the slammer
They just got here for a hammer
I 'bout to go to Atlanta before I go banana
Prayin' these lawyer fees, coppers follow me, watch me, recordin' me
Pussy niggas, they said, they ain't started me
Put a price on my head, try to order me
I'm like, look what this money shit doin' to me
It can make us or break us
I never fake with the fakers
I'm gettin' money, shit, I got your bitch in Jamaica
Dirty whinin', rolling papers
Never minding for your favours
Fuck, it's time we do it major
We've been grinding for a minute
Bust a hundred with my niggas
That's the only way I'm living

When the whole team rich, when the whole team rich
Want to see the whole team lit, see the whole team rich
See the whole team rich, want to see the whole team lit
My niggas so hungry, we got get that money and we ball forever
If you got some paper and I got some paper, if you fall, I'ma catch (I'll catch you my nigga)
When the whole team rich, when the whole team rich
Want to see the whole team lit, see the whole team rich
See the whole team rich, want to see the whole team lit
My niggas so hungry, we got get that money and we ball forever
If you got some paper and I got some paper, if you fall, I'ma catch (I'll catch you my nigga)
When the whole team rich

You know I ride for my dawgs
It's always down for my dawgs
No switching sides on my dawgs
I done sold nickels and now they fuck [?] with my dawgs
Nigga, it's deep
We do not fall out for bitches 'cause we done fucked all of them bitches
I'm alley-ooping these hoes, I get all my assistants
You know I'm ball with my niggas (Woo)
Time to get back on that trill shit
Came in the game with some real shit
You came in the game with some bullshit
I turn it on when I wanna hit my kill switch
I make a mill' quick, then I double up
I came from the bottom like a upper-cut
When the feds came, got the bubble-guts
Shit, I pray to God, it ain't one of us
I pray to God, I don't fuck this up
But then make a nigga get a hundred bricks
Passing, blowing shit, probably blow this shit
Shit, they said I can't do a show and shit
They ain't know the shit that I'm goin' through
I never show that shit, I'm immune to it
I should kill these niggas, let my goons do it
I can smell the money, it coming soon to us

When the whole team rich, when the whole team rich
Want to see the whole team lit, see the whole team rich
See the whole team rich, want to see the whole team lit
My niggas so hungry, we got get that money and we ball forever
If you got some paper and I got some paper, if you fall, I'ma catch (I'll catch you my nigga)
When the whole team rich, when the whole team rich
Want to see the whole team lit, see the whole team rich
See the whole team rich, want to see the whole team lit
My niggas so hungry, we got get that money and we ball forever
If you got some paper and I got some paper, if you fall, I'ma catch (I'll catch you my nigga)
When the whole team rich

That's My Nigga lyrics - Meek Mill

[from "Bright" soundtrack]

[Meek Mill:]
Ooh, ooh
This that Philly-Bompton shit
Yeah, haha

I'm on the eastside rollin' with my westside niggas (westside, westside, westside)
We're just tryna do it big like that Bed-Stuy nigga
(Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy)
And the feds lookin', pray they don't catch my nigga (I pray they don't catch my nigga)
Might pull up on the corner like that's my nigga
And burn this bitch down like Left Eye, nigga
That's my nigga, word up

[YG:]
4HUnnid nigga with that.40 pound on me
Baller ammo, I got forty rounds tho
Cash out [?] nigga with the pounds low
He count on me even when I move slow
Come through Compton with all my niggas (my niggas)
Come through poppin' with all my niggas (my niggas)
You should've seen how we looked last winter (last winter)
You should've seen how we ate last dinner
I don't fuck with them Hollywood niggas
I don't fuck with them Hollywood niggas
In the game, I'm the keep it right, nigga
'Cause all these rap niggas know my niggas wanna get 'em
Basic bitches came to suck this dick, no
Basic bitches came to fuck the clique, oh
They tryna have me on some sucker shit
I'ma do it my way nigga, fuck the script

[Meek Mill:]
Came thru the block with everything that's new
Sippin' that motherfuckin' DS2
I can't fuck with him if he ain't true
They like, "He alright but he ain't you"
We like, five milli on board the ship
I was the richest nigga on the tip
Locked down with the killers and the robbers, going hard in it
Open the gate, jump on the lift
And now we headed to the westside, rolling in some hot shit
Double in the backseat, it look like a mop stick
You ain't gotta ask me, nigga, you ain't got shit
You ain't talkin' money, I see you done switched the topic
You be only fuckin' with niggas that be on cop shit
I be only fuckin' with bitches that get it poppin'
You don't wanna see one my niggas face in a stockin'
Spray up your corner over some nonsense

I'm on the eastside rolling with my westside niggas (westside, westside, westside)
We're just tryna do it big like that Bed-Stuy nigga (Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy)
And the feds looking, pray they don't catch my nigga (I pray they don't catch my nigga)
Might pull up on the corner like that's my nigga
And burn this bitch down like Left Eye, nigga
That's my nigga, word up

[Snoop Dogg:]
Can a real crip, get a lil' bit?
Dump on a nigga for some silly shit
A hundred four rounds when the milli kick, yeah
Gang bang niggas who he really with (crip!)
And we don't talk to no motherfuckin' law
Cooked up, caked up, slangin' that raw, nigga
Roll through the city, gun by your side
Bangin' with the loud or the silencer
Leave him on the floor with his brains spilt out
Tanners, scanners, bananas peeled out
Back to the set, no sweat, ducked off
Come through the hood and you will get fucked off
Nigga, this's crip on my, two times
Don't give a fuck and we'll bust him one time, nigga
What y'all thought? We criss to cross
You miss, your loss, we settin' it off

[Meek Mill:]
I'm on the eastside rolling with my westside niggas (westside, westside, westside)
We're just tryna do it big like that Bed-Stuy nigga (Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy)
And the feds looking, pray they don't catch my nigga (I pray they don't catch my nigga)
Might pull up on the corner like that's my nigga
And burn this bitch down like Left Eye, nigga
That's my nigga, word up

The Get Back (Freestyle) lyrics - Meek Mill

[Hook:]
The money turned me into a monster
The money turned my noodles into pasta
The money turned my tuna into lobster
They want to do me I'mma do it like a mobster

4 A.M. I'm on the north side of Philly
Riding around like these haters don't want to kill me
It's a shame how they hate on me you gotta feel me
I started out with a dollar and got a milli
I'm like do it for the gram ho, do it for the gram ho
She don't want to bust it I say do it for them bands yo
I say do it for them bands fucking with that broke nigga you should do it for your man
Lately I've been on the low with a ho that you probably know
Took her to the crib and met momma right at the door
Momma started smiling like momma I got to go
I done took so many trophies that my momma [?]
I said a real nigga, I get that money pay them bills nigga
My momma told me "you a real nigga"
And I be hanging with them real killers
Now what a feeling when you looking at the latest whipping knowing you can cop it
Or looking at the baddest bitch and knowing you could pop it
The youngest nigga in my city doing it I got it
On another level with Benjamin and money is the topic lord

[Hook]

[Post-Hook:]
I put my jeweler on his feet
Hundred thou I used to do that every week
Never sleep its funny how I never speak
You see a foreign in my city that was me

That was us, never sweet
We went to war niggas riding down the street
Popping that pistol they talking they never did
Dropping the nickel with something that never cease
I've been sitting on that money like a chair
I've been getting to that money all year
All year and my niggas all here
But we started from the bottom we was selling hard squares
Baddest bitch in the game wearing my chain I'm ready
Switching lanes in that Mulsanne like I'm Andretti
I do the Balmain, Balenciaga, no Giuseppe
If they sleep on Meek Milly I kill these niggas like I was Freddy
I eat that pussy like a monster
She gon' ride this dick she gon' need a sponsor
You could tell I'm philly from my posture
And we be whipping coca like its pasta
I be on money, 2 milly 4 milly no I need more money
I get that "see a bad bitch and be like how you doing" money
They like how you doing honey oh

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[Post-Hook]

The Motto (Freestyle) lyrics - Meek Mill (with Wale)

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Bottle after bottle, model after model
Spending all this paper like I fucking hit the lotto
All I know is YOLO, nigga, that’s the motto
Ricky told me, “Get em,” and I told him that I got ‘em
And I got ‘em every day, every day
Bad bitch and she gon fuck me every way, never stay
Once I hit it, then I’m dipping that-a-way, that-a-way
Young nigga from the bottom and I never had a way
I really went from whipping 62′s to whipping 62′s
Ain’t none of my niggas Crip, and we giving niggas the blues
We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes
You wondering why she ain’t fucking, we winning, nigga you lose
Yeah, I’m flexing
I pull up in a Ghost, hundred on my necklace
And all my diamonds clear, they VVS’ing
I turn into a toilet on these niggas, they BS-ing
Two fingers, did it on ‘em
Hold up, I really shitted on ‘em
I dropped Dreamchaser and I made a milli on ‘em
It don’t matter what city I’m in, I’m going Philly in ‘em
With my red P hat, nigga you know we back
I’m going to Houston, I heard that’s where they cheap at
I done put them Percs down, think I’m ’bout to relapse
Just to give her dope dick and ask her for some feedback
Like “Shorty, do you love this dick?
You know who you fucking with?”
Grab her by her weave, smack her ass like you fucking bitch
Don’t I talk nasty, she don’t know my government
But she gon’ get this dick and chew me up just like some Double Mint
Check me I be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof
Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute
I ain’t gotta lie, they know I’m the truth
And I ain’t gotta say I’m fly, this G5 with the crew
I’m in the air bitch, diamonds clear bitch
Took off my Rollie and got on some Audemeer shit
I hear these haters talking, but I don’t hear shit
‘Cause we get them bricks and stack them up just like a pyramid

Y’all niggas talk like bitches do
Same niggas in the district giving interviews
I got killers on my team that’ll get at you
For a brick or two, really put an end to you

[Verse 2: Wale]
Black 3 cement, sag jeans sittin -low
Effortless flow, a couple sum’n a show
Youngin is 21, we playing [?]
Probably fuck up your budget, yea, I’m playing with numbers
Put that shit on whatever, we running another summer
Liquor, lot of bottles, tab – you know I got it
Spend a night up at Diamonds, ain’t tricking if you got it
Designer shit, though I’m modest, astonishing to be honest
Obama shit on my arm, a presidential, you got it?
Get your revenue popping before you ever do talk on them
Niggas who work too hard to not show it off via flossing
Double M G harder than anything that you part of
This professional ball, the best you niggas
Yea I’m on that ball shit, boy you with that soft shit
‘Fore he hit the room, hear the “Vroom!” from the Porsche bitch
“On that Yamaha, pardon me, that’s Meek and them”
She say she is not a groupie, “I just wanna speak to them!”
You lying though, you tryna go
Apply smoke and watch the motherfucking pride go
These little bitches is little bitches, we never love ‘em
To all the sisters with ambition, I see your hustle
I’m trying to go though, y’all already know though
Stepping on ‘em, they slept on us,
Whoever want it, they better note that I’m so focused
A message to my opponent: they better off trying to clone us
Keep her in Chanel while your bitch is like an L
When she out, you looking in?, all she need is like an L
That’s why I never trust a ho, no never me
I just wanna get some head, maybe ass ‘fore I leave
Fuck a beef, keep it moving, she easily influenced
You niggas keep sleeping, you gon’ need to meet [?]
I can’t stand no motherfucking Hoover
I’ma keep the reefer, you can have the hookah
Versace, Medusa, I probably, abuse it
Around me, my crew, your bitch probably throw two up
Party with bitches that throw parties too much
We skip right to fucking, they call you that dulush
And what, deuce up

Trap Vibes (Summer Sixteen & Panda Remix) lyrics - Meek Mill

[Intro:]
Turn me up some Cruz
I told Barcelini if them niggas hating they gon suffer
I'm goin up a hundred every day
You know how I play!

[Verse 1:]
Skinny nigga in the Benz truck
Swinging through like a nunchuck
Summertime bring them 30s out
Tell Cool put the sticks up
Wait hold up, hold up
How can niggas go against us?
Cold pussies wouldn't even shoot us
See us roll on em like a lint brush
Phil moving out them bandos
We ain't leaving til the brick's done
Couple hundred, we gon vac seal em
Just to ride with it like a Brinks truck
Wait, wait, Louboutins and the wrist bust
Bitch you claiming I done been fuck
You ain't even gotta trip, bruh
In the trenches in the Maybach
Fuck I even got the tint for?
I'm the only nigga got one
Who the fuck I gotta hide from?
Barcelini riding shotgun
Shooters with him, never mindnigga
Young niggas on Sigel Street
Word to Mack, they'll rock something
Wait, wait!
North side of Philly my side of town
Bulletproof whip when I ride around
Niggas talk shit when I'm not around
Wouldn't tell you that we run the city
But we moving, gotta say we jogging now
Hit the city and we running down
Ain't no running now, niggas out of bounds
Plug this, plug that
Niggas rapping, they ain't never sold nothing
Hold this hold that
I ain't letting these niggas hold nothing
Summertime, niggas copping foreign whips
You can tell the Lord coming
Put my name on the flyer
All the trappers, all the bad hoes coming
Niggas dickriding other niggas, that's a trend now
I'm still rocking with the same Chasers I've been round
Got so much work out we might slim down
I'm so popping all my haters turn friends now
Diamonds dancing like Mike Jackson
Shit shining like Mike's jacket
Moonwalking in a Rolls Royce
Through the rearview, see my life backwards
Percocets, popped two 10s on a 20, nigga now I ain't active
So wavy, nigga I ain't rapping
Can't tell me that I ain't swagging, no way

[Interlude:]
This summer right here, nigga
We going up
Litted, it's litted
Philly!

[Verse 2:]
I'm with broads in Atlanta
Bunch of drugs and the Fanta
Bunch of guns in the Phantom
Spending money like a scammer
My young niggas in the kitchen whipping
Whipping, living large at the hammer
Ducking large and the scammers
Free my dawgs out the slammer
Black car, panther
Shorty call, never answer
20 foreigns in the mansion
Diamonds on me and they dancing
I don't really understand rappers
Niggas jumping on bandwagons
All these bands got my pants sagging
Six threes on the Benz wagon
62s on the Maybach
Bitch I'm coming for the payback
62s in the pot, nigga
Tryna whip it up and bring it way back
You in the club and spending your cop money
All on the Gram acting like that you got money
We looking at you like you need to stop money
You killing yourself with that lil half a block money
I got that go to the mall and get what I want paper
You the type hoping I fall, that's what you want, hater
Member back when I was broke? I only had one hater
These suckers gon hate you no matter you broke or you own paper
Hundred bands, added up
We getting money, they mad at us
At the jeweler buying more Rollies
I don't think these niggas man enough
Fuck them niggas, shit we stunting on em
Niggas, they ain't got nothing on us
Niggas that we never fuck with
Run and telling people that we fronted on em
Nigga made me put a hundred on you
Do you dirty, put the drummer on you
Shots never stopping, pop, pop, pop, pop
We'll run up on you
Dead bodies, homicide
Head shot, mama cry
Cops looking, got an alibi
Lawyer money, nigga, buying time
Hold! They hit my nigga Chino in his head
Hold! Took him to my nigga ain't dead
No! Ball in Miami on Sunday, we did
Ho! Blowing the racks, we evaded the Gram
All black Panamera
White bitch named Samantha
White and black, she a panda
White and black, she a panda
Whipping the... rock with the

[Outro:]
I should have just run with the rest

Tupac Back lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Rick Ross)

[Rick Ross:]
Tupac back, Tupac back
There's all these bitches screaming that Tupac back
All eyes on me, better Picture Me Rollin'
Buying brand new rims, but them bitches is stolen
Stranded on Death Row, Brenda having my baby
But I'm stacking my paper, I need a brand new Mercedes
They screaming Tupac back, Tupac back
There's all these bitches screaming that Tupac back

[Meek Mill:]
Huh, Tupac back, I'm 2 Glocks strapped
Rolling down in Philly this the new Iraq
Soon as I hit the the hood they screaming who got wacked
It's a recession on the work, I'm screaming who got crack
I'm sippin Hennessy, riding on my muthafucking enemies
Sliding in the back screamin MMG (Maybach Music)
10 bitches and they dime so it's Tennessee
Hail Mary, put my wrist on froze
Presidential is gold, nigga play with my money my shooters lifting his soul
40 kick like in soccer, bullets hitting the goal
Bitch I'm like John Wall cause I just give em and go
Plotting on this new 7, I can picture me rolling
Pockets look like they pregnant because them bitches is swollen
Got a clip I can loan, all them snitches could hold em
Look at them muthafuckin' wheels, them bitches is stolen
They screamin'…

[Hook]

[Meek Mill:]
Mommy a soldier, daddy is dead
Catch the nigga that did it, and we gon' carry his head
Fuck 911, tell em have him in?
Talking Death Row records, tell em have me a chair
Let it burn, I'm screaming: "Free my nigga Earl!"
He's due in, no hestitation we can't even get a turn
Copped my Mackaveli CD then I listened than I learned
Grabbed my Mac above the dresser, my OG's say hold it firm
I'm dreaming spitting with Pac, cyphers with BIG
Try to send me upstate with the license ?
Had me scraping my wax, sleeping, my knife in the bed
They got a nigga on point like there'sa price on my head
I going max, got me knocking suckers and they back
In these cells, raising hell, tryna get back to the trap
But don't ever get it twisted it's Meek Mill spittin' facts
Plus somebody said they seen it
And they mean it so they steady screaming

[Hook]