Yea
I talk shit like Mayweather 'cause I know I'm way better
I'm a beast like Della Reese, I'm on the grind all the time I ain't never sleep
I eat Jay-Z for breakfast, Weezy for dinner I ain't dissin not at all I'm jus a starvin little nigga tryna eat
Like a hungry Ethiopian, nigga we be trappin we got keys like a custodian
Long as clips with 33's like Nickelodeon, noticing might put you on the wing like you deodorant
Goin at every verse I'm shittin on, hard body rigamore tip he call a play I run that shit back like I'm Clinton Portis
Touchdown on these haters, like what now? Aaron Jones to all dese rappers and we hopin you shut down
It like everytime I'm round, dem shooters be on deck and I'm ready to gun down
My pockets say ching, ching my necklace ain't bling, bling
Puffin on dat Cali butter say color is string be, I be up in Hollywood wonderin why you ain't seen me
I was in the 57, mackin like a 11, high like I'm in heaven can't nobody do it better
Got dem multi-colored diamonds lookin like a gucci sweater
See dem jack boys lookin like dey wanna jack a leather, I ain't never been a pussy
Bring dem choppers to whoever (yea)
Drama, I'm a problem. you ain't tell em, I be shittin on dese rappers
I'm surprised dat you ain't smell em, or hell em, spit fire breathe ether
Creepin thru the hood, my hoodie on like I'm de reaper,
Full pound on my big boy, and dem speaker, ACP
Put you on air like you ACG, I prolli Nike check a nigga tryna play with me
Or matter fact I'll check a nigga like he ADD (what)
Yea... FLAMERS
Brush Em Off lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Oschino)
[Meek Mill:]
Yea Yea
Let Me Grab My Shoulder Right
Shiny Patten Leather Pradas Look Like A Bowlin Ball
Diamonds On My Neck And Wrist Haters Like He Showin Off
Cause I Be Shittin On Dese Niggas All Around And Overall
Back Up On MY Ol' Shit Watch Me Make A Joke Of Ya'll
I Scoop Ya Bitch Up And Her Friend And Like I Jus Won From Both Of Ya'll
Skeeno Fresh Up Out Da Boat, How You Wanna Soap For Song
Cause I Jus Wanna Give It To You Fast, Hold On Let Me Fone A Call
Meek Milly, What Da Dealy How You Feelin?
I Say I Feel Like A Million When I Step Up In The Buildin
My Neck Tell You Dat I'm Chilin, My Wrist Say Dat I'm Ok
I Be Stuntin When I Cum In, I Don't Pay No I Don't Wait
Say We Bottle Pop, Hurricane and Chris Like Ay-Bay-Bay
Let Them Models Rock, We Fuck With Dat WHITE Like KKK
Steal Yo Bitch Rite In Yo Face, And Den Like Mike I Fade Away
So Tell Dem LAMES Stay Out My Way Before I Fuck Up Dey Whole Day
Mindin My Business, Cause My Mind Is My Business
I Make Way Mor For Rappin Den You Makin Off A Trappin
First I Cum On Dem Who Rattin, Den I Stop With 30 Stacks
Den All Dis Funny Shit I'm Hearin Got Me Dyin From The Laughter
[Oschino:]
Dey Hate To See Me Eatin Rite
Cause Dey Fuckin Pockets Low
White Benz, Black Rims
Shit Look Like A Domino
Ridin Slow, Bucket Low,
Yea You See Me Blinging Hard
Cleaner Den A Bolier Hoe, Diamonds Like A Deck Of Cards
Fresh As Shit Like Wrecking Balls
When We Step Up In The Place, Lotta Money
Lotta Lace, Lotta Chicken Lotta Cake
Ballin At The Bar, We At The Bar Fillin Sides Of Drinks
No We Ain't Got No Job, Ye But We Got Dat Weight
What You Think?, What We Do?
Birds Not Dat Birds To Sue, Murder Who?
Murder You, That Mack You Shelf Like A Turtle Do
Niggas Mad Cause I'm Eatin, Niggas Mad Cause I'm Eatin
What Dey Make In One Year, A Nigga Make In One Weekend
Fuckin With Dem Puerto Ricans, JULIO, Javier
Give Me Mean Fish, Mean Fish Shit Porrinahs FEAR
Why You Think My Diamonds Clear?
Gettin Money My Career
Nigga Pop FLy, Put Dat Nigga Liek A Thousand Year
Yea Yea
Let Me Grab My Shoulder Right
Shiny Patten Leather Pradas Look Like A Bowlin Ball
Diamonds On My Neck And Wrist Haters Like He Showin Off
Cause I Be Shittin On Dese Niggas All Around And Overall
Back Up On MY Ol' Shit Watch Me Make A Joke Of Ya'll
I Scoop Ya Bitch Up And Her Friend And Like I Jus Won From Both Of Ya'll
Skeeno Fresh Up Out Da Boat, How You Wanna Soap For Song
Cause I Jus Wanna Give It To You Fast, Hold On Let Me Fone A Call
Meek Milly, What Da Dealy How You Feelin?
I Say I Feel Like A Million When I Step Up In The Buildin
My Neck Tell You Dat I'm Chilin, My Wrist Say Dat I'm Ok
I Be Stuntin When I Cum In, I Don't Pay No I Don't Wait
Say We Bottle Pop, Hurricane and Chris Like Ay-Bay-Bay
Let Them Models Rock, We Fuck With Dat WHITE Like KKK
Steal Yo Bitch Rite In Yo Face, And Den Like Mike I Fade Away
So Tell Dem LAMES Stay Out My Way Before I Fuck Up Dey Whole Day
Mindin My Business, Cause My Mind Is My Business
I Make Way Mor For Rappin Den You Makin Off A Trappin
First I Cum On Dem Who Rattin, Den I Stop With 30 Stacks
Den All Dis Funny Shit I'm Hearin Got Me Dyin From The Laughter
[Oschino:]
Dey Hate To See Me Eatin Rite
Cause Dey Fuckin Pockets Low
White Benz, Black Rims
Shit Look Like A Domino
Ridin Slow, Bucket Low,
Yea You See Me Blinging Hard
Cleaner Den A Bolier Hoe, Diamonds Like A Deck Of Cards
Fresh As Shit Like Wrecking Balls
When We Step Up In The Place, Lotta Money
Lotta Lace, Lotta Chicken Lotta Cake
Ballin At The Bar, We At The Bar Fillin Sides Of Drinks
No We Ain't Got No Job, Ye But We Got Dat Weight
What You Think?, What We Do?
Birds Not Dat Birds To Sue, Murder Who?
Murder You, That Mack You Shelf Like A Turtle Do
Niggas Mad Cause I'm Eatin, Niggas Mad Cause I'm Eatin
What Dey Make In One Year, A Nigga Make In One Weekend
Fuckin With Dem Puerto Ricans, JULIO, Javier
Give Me Mean Fish, Mean Fish Shit Porrinahs FEAR
Why You Think My Diamonds Clear?
Gettin Money My Career
Nigga Pop FLy, Put Dat Nigga Liek A Thousand Year
Fuck Bitches Get Money lyrics - Meek Mill
[Meek Mill:]
I said I'm cooler than a fan fresh like it's easter
Pull up a bitch she be like osta la vister
Heser thought dats what they all say skeezers
I just fucked her yesterday homie you can keep her
Believe her
I don't do nothin I'm a ball
I'm a stand up nigga
I jump up everytime I fall
Everytime I lost
I came back like cook crack
Got my hand up in the game and I ain't never look back
I said I'm good
I'm hood
I wish a nigga would
Try to take me for a sucker he get hit up just because
Can't shake em off for nothin
Dey be hatin but for what
Cause I ain't even get a deal but
When I do they be like UHH!
Sick ya bitch all up on my dick
Cause you a bug
You a flee and I'm a G
I ain't no Crip I ain't no Blood
But I don't bend no I don't budge
I keep dat semi by my gut
A nigga tempt me fire up
I let that sig blow light em up
I say I ain't got that hazy
You know I got dat cush
Niggas rolling on that dirt be smokin dat Reggie Bush
Said dey always speak my name
But when dey see me they never look
Cause they know I keep that flame
But hold up that's anotha book
I said them shooters on deck
Goonies over there
And dat ain't even countin for tooly dat wear
I said dey bitches, pussy, coochie over there
So many clips it look like we shootin for a movie over here
[Gillie:]
E.A. dey don't pop, lock, and drop it
Round here in North Philly
Dey stop, cock, and pop it
Put you on your dyin bed
Leave you on dat lead dyin
Bust ya head up out that bread
A nigga bet not dare try it
I'm a motherfuckin gangster
Spank you with that banger
Soak you with that toaster
You niggaz straight cho-cha
Pussy ass niggaz for tha hundred I'll soak ya
Leave ya wet and gushy
I'm messin with some rookies
My drop top ridin
And my glock cock ridin
And I'm hangin out that window and I won't stop firen
Til a nigga on the ground and he twitchin
I walk down on em look em in his eyes stop bitchin
His mama fillin reports da boy he missin
These niggas tellin lies they ain't never sold a pigeon
Ain't got to go to BET to see how I'm livin
Just got to North Philly
And ask for that boy Gillie (dey gonna tell you he's a gangster)
[Oschino:]
I'm Oschino
You know I got dem kilos
You know I got dat fish if you tryna find nemo
My glocks straight from consemos
Six feet p low you get d pro
If you try to burn me like dat bitch Yolanda do niggaz pee holes
Gucci frames dey shade my vision
Showin my dick like circumcision
Niggaz mad at me cause dey pockets flat like plasma televisions
Elevate mind he probably fucked her
I ain't mad nigga dats what's up
Fuck dat bitch let's get deez bucks
I bout my green in God I trust
And trust I grind and coupes I drop
More hot on da block
Like when a cop get popped
Got it jumpin hoppin scotch
Why you hit nigga where da choppaz chop
Standin tall as city hall
Get on his CD nigga naw
Weirdos I can't fuck with ya'll
Meek in his bag nigga I'm in da broad
My young bulls clap like a applause
Be on ya ass like polo draws
Gettin dollaz go-go bars
Why you think we go so hard
Straight from da hood we don't kno no laws
All we kno is cars, broads, bars
Mounts o'z, hard, weed in jars
Guns, vest
Hustle, rest, projects
Killin, shootin, lootin
We a mess
No rep I talk with a tec
Burn it down nigga dey correct
Go to war with da ATF
I said I'm cooler than a fan fresh like it's easter
Pull up a bitch she be like osta la vister
Heser thought dats what they all say skeezers
I just fucked her yesterday homie you can keep her
Believe her
I don't do nothin I'm a ball
I'm a stand up nigga
I jump up everytime I fall
Everytime I lost
I came back like cook crack
Got my hand up in the game and I ain't never look back
I said I'm good
I'm hood
I wish a nigga would
Try to take me for a sucker he get hit up just because
Can't shake em off for nothin
Dey be hatin but for what
Cause I ain't even get a deal but
When I do they be like UHH!
Sick ya bitch all up on my dick
Cause you a bug
You a flee and I'm a G
I ain't no Crip I ain't no Blood
But I don't bend no I don't budge
I keep dat semi by my gut
A nigga tempt me fire up
I let that sig blow light em up
I say I ain't got that hazy
You know I got dat cush
Niggas rolling on that dirt be smokin dat Reggie Bush
Said dey always speak my name
But when dey see me they never look
Cause they know I keep that flame
But hold up that's anotha book
I said them shooters on deck
Goonies over there
And dat ain't even countin for tooly dat wear
I said dey bitches, pussy, coochie over there
So many clips it look like we shootin for a movie over here
[Gillie:]
E.A. dey don't pop, lock, and drop it
Round here in North Philly
Dey stop, cock, and pop it
Put you on your dyin bed
Leave you on dat lead dyin
Bust ya head up out that bread
A nigga bet not dare try it
I'm a motherfuckin gangster
Spank you with that banger
Soak you with that toaster
You niggaz straight cho-cha
Pussy ass niggaz for tha hundred I'll soak ya
Leave ya wet and gushy
I'm messin with some rookies
My drop top ridin
And my glock cock ridin
And I'm hangin out that window and I won't stop firen
Til a nigga on the ground and he twitchin
I walk down on em look em in his eyes stop bitchin
His mama fillin reports da boy he missin
These niggas tellin lies they ain't never sold a pigeon
Ain't got to go to BET to see how I'm livin
Just got to North Philly
And ask for that boy Gillie (dey gonna tell you he's a gangster)
[Oschino:]
I'm Oschino
You know I got dem kilos
You know I got dat fish if you tryna find nemo
My glocks straight from consemos
Six feet p low you get d pro
If you try to burn me like dat bitch Yolanda do niggaz pee holes
Gucci frames dey shade my vision
Showin my dick like circumcision
Niggaz mad at me cause dey pockets flat like plasma televisions
Elevate mind he probably fucked her
I ain't mad nigga dats what's up
Fuck dat bitch let's get deez bucks
I bout my green in God I trust
And trust I grind and coupes I drop
More hot on da block
Like when a cop get popped
Got it jumpin hoppin scotch
Why you hit nigga where da choppaz chop
Standin tall as city hall
Get on his CD nigga naw
Weirdos I can't fuck with ya'll
Meek in his bag nigga I'm in da broad
My young bulls clap like a applause
Be on ya ass like polo draws
Gettin dollaz go-go bars
Why you think we go so hard
Straight from da hood we don't kno no laws
All we kno is cars, broads, bars
Mounts o'z, hard, weed in jars
Guns, vest
Hustle, rest, projects
Killin, shootin, lootin
We a mess
No rep I talk with a tec
Burn it down nigga dey correct
Go to war with da ATF
In My Bag lyrics - Meek Mill
She ain't neva seen it
[Bridge:]
She ain't neva seen a nigga so fly like me
With a swagga so mean in a ride like me
I'm fresh yea I'm a cool dude
I be getting that money them bunnies like who are you
[Hook:]
I'm in my bag (I'm in ma)
I'm in my bag (oh ain't I)
I'm in my bag (I'm in ma)
I'm in my bag (oh ain't I)
I'm in my bag (ah ah ah ah ah)
I'm like fresh out the prada bag
Step up in the louie one
Tering in rellin them
We pull up in the gucci one
First you get that money then them bunnies and them cucci come
The Fans Make The Groupies come
You lame prolly do for sum
I come through your hood in that S5 pound
BItches ain't used to see me like see me know me now
Like sheba slow me down
Like shorty slow your stroll
I pop bars soon as I ball hot dog tell em roll
Forty on my neck (neck)
Forty on my Hip (Hip)
Onmy way to forty-forty (shorty you the shit)
Swagga so mean I be all up in the mix
Nigga hatin on my style cause his shorty on my dick
I don't get mad I just get paper
Any nigga can nevr evr say I'm a hater
Cause if he hit mine I'm a just hit your'n
And if he loving the bitch I'm a just get more.
[Bridge]
[Hook]
I say
I be in my bag
My niggas be in theirs we hear the party poppin
We poppin like we in there
We prada polo the gear the mommies know that we there
My watch glow in the glear
Prolli flow of the year
I'm like step up in the buildin lookin like a million
My neck kinda freezin so you know a nigga chillin
Everytime you see me I be lookin liek a villain
My pants sagg low so you can see the 9 milli
I'm so hood it don't make no sense
I hear her kick her out like she ain't paid no rent
Patrone got me on that haze got me so bent
I be high to the sky I glide like a rolex
I'm cool (uh huh)
I'm fresh (yes sir)
Chickens like who do (oh that's omelly)
And he next (ah ah ah ah)
[Bridge]
[Hook]
I'm like shorty what you talking bout
Go head and walk it out
We pull up in that 5 o'clock
The crew done stole the parking spot
460 elepent hating niggas ball the block
If gettin bitches was a crime
You Niggas prolli call the cops
Cuase I'm killing them
Fresh prince will and them
I be on your block and I be balling like adrenalin
Coppers share their watch time and I can swear I peel on them
Haters keep that spill for them
Cause coppers down like riddle em (riddle em)
Put them in their place they try to jack us
My man gone put that Cheese up on yo head just like a Packer
Them goonies they get all up in yo shit liek a hacker
They pop up at ya crib an dey be after (you)
I be in my bag
I share my swagga (1, 2)
Man I don't even try I just be fly everytime I do it.
Like I do I domt through
Tell your bitch she coming too
She hop up in that wheel that bitch be kickin kung-fu
[Bridge]
[Hook]
[Bridge:]
She ain't neva seen a nigga so fly like me
With a swagga so mean in a ride like me
I'm fresh yea I'm a cool dude
I be getting that money them bunnies like who are you
[Hook:]
I'm in my bag (I'm in ma)
I'm in my bag (oh ain't I)
I'm in my bag (I'm in ma)
I'm in my bag (oh ain't I)
I'm in my bag (ah ah ah ah ah)
I'm like fresh out the prada bag
Step up in the louie one
Tering in rellin them
We pull up in the gucci one
First you get that money then them bunnies and them cucci come
The Fans Make The Groupies come
You lame prolly do for sum
I come through your hood in that S5 pound
BItches ain't used to see me like see me know me now
Like sheba slow me down
Like shorty slow your stroll
I pop bars soon as I ball hot dog tell em roll
Forty on my neck (neck)
Forty on my Hip (Hip)
Onmy way to forty-forty (shorty you the shit)
Swagga so mean I be all up in the mix
Nigga hatin on my style cause his shorty on my dick
I don't get mad I just get paper
Any nigga can nevr evr say I'm a hater
Cause if he hit mine I'm a just hit your'n
And if he loving the bitch I'm a just get more.
[Bridge]
[Hook]
I say
I be in my bag
My niggas be in theirs we hear the party poppin
We poppin like we in there
We prada polo the gear the mommies know that we there
My watch glow in the glear
Prolli flow of the year
I'm like step up in the buildin lookin like a million
My neck kinda freezin so you know a nigga chillin
Everytime you see me I be lookin liek a villain
My pants sagg low so you can see the 9 milli
I'm so hood it don't make no sense
I hear her kick her out like she ain't paid no rent
Patrone got me on that haze got me so bent
I be high to the sky I glide like a rolex
I'm cool (uh huh)
I'm fresh (yes sir)
Chickens like who do (oh that's omelly)
And he next (ah ah ah ah)
[Bridge]
[Hook]
I'm like shorty what you talking bout
Go head and walk it out
We pull up in that 5 o'clock
The crew done stole the parking spot
460 elepent hating niggas ball the block
If gettin bitches was a crime
You Niggas prolli call the cops
Cuase I'm killing them
Fresh prince will and them
I be on your block and I be balling like adrenalin
Coppers share their watch time and I can swear I peel on them
Haters keep that spill for them
Cause coppers down like riddle em (riddle em)
Put them in their place they try to jack us
My man gone put that Cheese up on yo head just like a Packer
Them goonies they get all up in yo shit liek a hacker
They pop up at ya crib an dey be after (you)
I be in my bag
I share my swagga (1, 2)
Man I don't even try I just be fly everytime I do it.
Like I do I domt through
Tell your bitch she coming too
She hop up in that wheel that bitch be kickin kung-fu
[Bridge]
[Hook]
Stand Up Nigga lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Nitty)
Yeaaa hahaha uhuh conway
Is this a flamer?
Yea szir
I got Black- with me, Nitty ha!
Listen I'm a ball till I fall
Spit it lik I did it
Ride til I die with my finger on the trigger
I ain't never had nothing
I'm a get it how I'm living
Crackers wanna sit me down cause I'm a stand up ni**a
Check! I be on the block with it
Tray pound blocking it
Better shoot all in the ni**a face like - swish!
Got ya main b***h on my d**k nd she be riding it
She tell me that your f*** game suspect
Tired of it
I don't even let her suck me off
I let her polish it
She be lolly poppin it
Head shot bobbing it
But back to these dirty streets
Where these niggas on some rotton s**t
Gorrilaz with banana clips
You ont wanna collide with it
Ummm
If a nigga got beef
Tell em don't go rap bout it
Tell em meet me in the streets
Cause he kno that's where I'm at
Seven days up out the week
24 hours a day
I'm in the track I'm never sleep
I'm a east side rider
Willadel solider
Toldya ni**as out my range like rover
Hold up
Grind lik brakes with no roaders
Big boy shit
Wake a ni**a up
Fooled yas
My team pro
Mephazine soda
We boss sip
Lean ride rolla
We all get green got yolla
Got pur by the pound haze
Fluffy like ya sofa
That's how we move it
Like ain't nothin to it
Get to work bust it down and run right through it
Some say I spit retarded lik I'm stupid
If it's bout a check
Weeknights then just do it
[Chorus:]
I'm a ball till I fall
Spit it like I did it
Ride till I die
Trigger on my figger
I ain't never had nothing
I'm a get it how I'm living
Crackers wanna sit me down
Cause I'm a stand up ni**a
Ey yo the name nitty yo
Talk of the city yo
I get busy not afraid to let that semi go
I be in the line lik
It look lik a video
Never been an underdog
Stayed on top with any flow
A million a more my shit poppin out the store
If I hit it one time
But she called me back for more
I'm tryna make a million of a dollar
Grinding off the steps
Could'ntdo it had to holla
Tripein with an atittude
Nothin like my father
Still on my jay-o
Never man I can't let a day go
My a** get to work than he drop it lik a Kayo
Ask them lil niggas
They say I'm hotter than waiko
Texas, mex- elastic when I stretch shit
Richie on his way home and he can't wait to wet s**t
Back to back vans
Different b**ches on some next shit
Black on black vans
With some laces lose fresh shit
[Chorus:]
Ball till I fall
Spit it like I did it
Ride til I die
With my finger on the trigger
I ain't never had nothin
I'm a get it how I'm living
Crackers wanna sit me down cause I'm a stand up ni**a
Who got the game on smash
Who got the game on lock
You ain't got the game on nothing\
You just run that game alot
I keep that hand in poc
I keep that gun on hip
Betta keep yo distance ni**a
When I lift betta pray I miss
I'm bout that dollar dollar
That louie, gucci, and proda
That's part of my attire
I spit that rap with fire
I set that stove on fire
I drop that -bake in water
I got some nicest prices
Come on now place your order
You know I'm bout my change
You know I hold them thangs
I throw that work around lik change
Come back like boomerangs
Roll with orangatangs
They flippin bust that heat
I know the feds is watching
Homey I'm in the streets
Bust guns and held the smoke
Bust guns if I go broke
Sometimes I bust my guns if nothing just to let you know
Grown man with too much pride
I let them bullets fly
And I ain't fighting
Only thing I'm fighting is homicides
[Chorus:]
Then Ball till fall
Spit like I did it
Ride till I die with my finger on the trigger
I ain't never had nothing
I'm a get it how I'm liveing
Crackers wanna sit me down cause I'm a stand up ni**a!
Is this a flamer?
Yea szir
I got Black- with me, Nitty ha!
Listen I'm a ball till I fall
Spit it lik I did it
Ride til I die with my finger on the trigger
I ain't never had nothing
I'm a get it how I'm living
Crackers wanna sit me down cause I'm a stand up ni**a
Check! I be on the block with it
Tray pound blocking it
Better shoot all in the ni**a face like - swish!
Got ya main b***h on my d**k nd she be riding it
She tell me that your f*** game suspect
Tired of it
I don't even let her suck me off
I let her polish it
She be lolly poppin it
Head shot bobbing it
But back to these dirty streets
Where these niggas on some rotton s**t
Gorrilaz with banana clips
You ont wanna collide with it
Ummm
If a nigga got beef
Tell em don't go rap bout it
Tell em meet me in the streets
Cause he kno that's where I'm at
Seven days up out the week
24 hours a day
I'm in the track I'm never sleep
I'm a east side rider
Willadel solider
Toldya ni**as out my range like rover
Hold up
Grind lik brakes with no roaders
Big boy shit
Wake a ni**a up
Fooled yas
My team pro
Mephazine soda
We boss sip
Lean ride rolla
We all get green got yolla
Got pur by the pound haze
Fluffy like ya sofa
That's how we move it
Like ain't nothin to it
Get to work bust it down and run right through it
Some say I spit retarded lik I'm stupid
If it's bout a check
Weeknights then just do it
[Chorus:]
I'm a ball till I fall
Spit it like I did it
Ride till I die
Trigger on my figger
I ain't never had nothing
I'm a get it how I'm living
Crackers wanna sit me down
Cause I'm a stand up ni**a
Ey yo the name nitty yo
Talk of the city yo
I get busy not afraid to let that semi go
I be in the line lik
It look lik a video
Never been an underdog
Stayed on top with any flow
A million a more my shit poppin out the store
If I hit it one time
But she called me back for more
I'm tryna make a million of a dollar
Grinding off the steps
Could'ntdo it had to holla
Tripein with an atittude
Nothin like my father
Still on my jay-o
Never man I can't let a day go
My a** get to work than he drop it lik a Kayo
Ask them lil niggas
They say I'm hotter than waiko
Texas, mex- elastic when I stretch shit
Richie on his way home and he can't wait to wet s**t
Back to back vans
Different b**ches on some next shit
Black on black vans
With some laces lose fresh shit
[Chorus:]
Ball till I fall
Spit it like I did it
Ride til I die
With my finger on the trigger
I ain't never had nothin
I'm a get it how I'm living
Crackers wanna sit me down cause I'm a stand up ni**a
Who got the game on smash
Who got the game on lock
You ain't got the game on nothing\
You just run that game alot
I keep that hand in poc
I keep that gun on hip
Betta keep yo distance ni**a
When I lift betta pray I miss
I'm bout that dollar dollar
That louie, gucci, and proda
That's part of my attire
I spit that rap with fire
I set that stove on fire
I drop that -bake in water
I got some nicest prices
Come on now place your order
You know I'm bout my change
You know I hold them thangs
I throw that work around lik change
Come back like boomerangs
Roll with orangatangs
They flippin bust that heat
I know the feds is watching
Homey I'm in the streets
Bust guns and held the smoke
Bust guns if I go broke
Sometimes I bust my guns if nothing just to let you know
Grown man with too much pride
I let them bullets fly
And I ain't fighting
Only thing I'm fighting is homicides
[Chorus:]
Then Ball till fall
Spit like I did it
Ride till I die with my finger on the trigger
I ain't never had nothing
I'm a get it how I'm liveing
Crackers wanna sit me down cause I'm a stand up ni**a!
Do Dat Dere lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Gillie & Oschino)
[Meek Mill:]
I said I'm cooler than a fan fresh like it's easter
Pull up on that bitch and be like Osta Laviestah
Heser thought that's what they all say geezers
I just fucked her yesterday homie you can keep
Her believe her I don't do noffin I 'ma ball I'm a stand
Up nigga I jump up every time I fall (every time I lost ha)
I came back like cooked crack got my head up in the
Game and I ain't never look back (never) I said I'm good
I'm a hood I wish a nigga would try to take me for a sucker
He get hit up if be could can't shake up for noffin they
Be hatin but for what cause I anit even get a deal but
When I do they be like UHH! Sick ya bitch all up on my
Dick, cause you a bust, you a flee and I'm a G, I ain't no
Crip I ain't no blood but I don't benel I don't budge I keep
That semi by my girl that nigga took me fire up I let that shit
Blow write em up, I said I ain't got that henley, U know I got
That good shit Niggas rolling on that dirt they be smokin that
Reggie Bush Cause they always speak my name but when
They see me they never look cause they know I keep that
Flamers hold up that a nova book I said them shooters on deck
Gooneys over there and that ain't even countin for tuder that I
Wear, I said they BITCHES, PUSSY, COCHEY over there so
Many pistol like we shootin for a movie over here
GILLIE!
[Gillie:]
P.A they don't pop, lock, and drop it round here in North Philly
They stop Cock and pop it put you on your diet bed you wanna
Lay it diet bus ya head on out that bread that nigga be not dead
Try it I'm a mother fuckin gangter spank you with that wangser
Soak you with that toaster you niggas straight chocken pussy ass niggas
For a hundred I'll soak ya leave ya wife gushey, I'm messin with rookies
Ma drop top riddin and my flow cock ridin and I'm hangin out that window
And I won't stop firen until a nigga on the ground and he twitchen I walk up on em
Look em in his eyes stop bitchen his mama fillin reports da boy he missin these
Niggas tellin lies they ain't never sold a pigeon, thwey got rto go to BET to se
How I'm livin just got to NorthPhilly and ask for that boy Gillie they gonna tell you hes a gangster
I'm a feeno you know I got them Keelo, You know I got that fish if you tryna find nemo
My glock straight from clemseo, u can be pro u tryna burn meh
I said I'm cooler than a fan fresh like it's easter
Pull up on that bitch and be like Osta Laviestah
Heser thought that's what they all say geezers
I just fucked her yesterday homie you can keep
Her believe her I don't do noffin I 'ma ball I'm a stand
Up nigga I jump up every time I fall (every time I lost ha)
I came back like cooked crack got my head up in the
Game and I ain't never look back (never) I said I'm good
I'm a hood I wish a nigga would try to take me for a sucker
He get hit up if be could can't shake up for noffin they
Be hatin but for what cause I anit even get a deal but
When I do they be like UHH! Sick ya bitch all up on my
Dick, cause you a bust, you a flee and I'm a G, I ain't no
Crip I ain't no blood but I don't benel I don't budge I keep
That semi by my girl that nigga took me fire up I let that shit
Blow write em up, I said I ain't got that henley, U know I got
That good shit Niggas rolling on that dirt they be smokin that
Reggie Bush Cause they always speak my name but when
They see me they never look cause they know I keep that
Flamers hold up that a nova book I said them shooters on deck
Gooneys over there and that ain't even countin for tuder that I
Wear, I said they BITCHES, PUSSY, COCHEY over there so
Many pistol like we shootin for a movie over here
GILLIE!
[Gillie:]
P.A they don't pop, lock, and drop it round here in North Philly
They stop Cock and pop it put you on your diet bed you wanna
Lay it diet bus ya head on out that bread that nigga be not dead
Try it I'm a mother fuckin gangter spank you with that wangser
Soak you with that toaster you niggas straight chocken pussy ass niggas
For a hundred I'll soak ya leave ya wife gushey, I'm messin with rookies
Ma drop top riddin and my flow cock ridin and I'm hangin out that window
And I won't stop firen until a nigga on the ground and he twitchen I walk up on em
Look em in his eyes stop bitchen his mama fillin reports da boy he missin these
Niggas tellin lies they ain't never sold a pigeon, thwey got rto go to BET to se
How I'm livin just got to NorthPhilly and ask for that boy Gillie they gonna tell you hes a gangster
I'm a feeno you know I got them Keelo, You know I got that fish if you tryna find nemo
My glock straight from clemseo, u can be pro u tryna burn meh
Im Not A Rapper lyrics - Meek Mill
[Chorus:]
I'm not a rapper I'm a trapper
A spitter I'm a getter
I b posted on tha block gettin guap with ma niggaz
I grind I grind I grind
Yea baby I grind I grind igrind
Ayy
I'm not decoy baby I'm a d-boy
See me fresh in d-t-s
I come thru with dem dees on
And baby I shine I shine I shine
Yea baby I shine I shine I shine
Ayy
[Verse 1:]
I laugh, cause I rememba I was dead broke
Like I'm so muthafuckin hungry man ma head hurt
Until I learned tha game
And made ma head work
Like get dem bitches lata, jus take dis bread first, yea
I learned dat man I was all rite
Went to a trapaholic, get money all nite
All day, soft yea we even gave em hard white
From bad work to brown weed man I dun sold em all types
Ma I dun sold it all like from hustlin from all nite
Strugglin with all ma might man I dun lit a
Started with a half of weed n progressed to a ball like
Damn near made me wanna liv tha boss life
I ball like mike, tie game 5 seconds on tha clock
Da narcs playin defense but I'm still gon take da shot
Yea it's hot to get da guap
I'm a giv em all I got
Niggaz think dat dey can see me
Dat means I'm on tha top
[Chorus:]
I'm not a rapper I'm a trapper
A spitter I'm a getter
I b posted on tha block gettin guap with ma niggaz
I grind I grind I grind
Yea baby I grind I grind igrind
Ayy
I'm not decoy baby I'm a d-boy
See me fresh in d-t-s
I come thru with dem dees on
And baby I shine I shine I shine
Yea baby I shine I shine I shine
Ayy
[Verse 2:]
I said bitch I'm on tha grind
I hustle everyday
Ain't got no nine to five
But u can get dat nine for five
We got dat yay ay ay ay bay, come around my way
Everything b a-ok
Even quarters pass for 0-z's
Niggaz kno we got dat weight but ay ay ay
I remember dog we used 2 b slaves,
Now we whip dat white like it's kunta kenteee
Ayyy all we kno is hustle get paid,
Grind from tha muscle jus to lay up in tha shade
Cause I'm tha man in ma city ain't nobody fukkin with me
I b rollin thru ya hood ridin shotty with da semi
Dey b rollin on dat good I b poppin on dat henny
Ride tinted, in tha s-r-t with da hemi
See dat bad bitch, das all me I b in it from tha front and from tha back
I say dis n she do dat
I step in it like who dat
Das meek milly n dem boyz
We brought dem choppas in tha buildin
We b realli makin noise!
[Chorus:]
I'm not a rapper I'm a trapper
A spitter I'm a getter
I b posted on tha block gettin guap with ma niggaz
I grind I grind I grind
Yea baby I grind I grind igrind
Ayy
I'm not decoy baby I'm a d-boy
See me fresh in d-t-s
I come thru with dem dees on
And baby I shine I shine I shine
Yea baby I shine I shine I shine
Ayy
[Verse 3:]
I said, I don't make it rain
Nigga I ain't rich
I ain't gotta milli I ain't tryna press a bitch
Nigga I ain't signed, I ain't got dem bricks
But I still step up in tha club feelin like I'm it
We got squally in tha buildin, he in here strapped
Omelli outside at tha letout with da mack
Me I'm in tha crowd, chillen fallin back
Peepin out tha scene I see a hater I react
Like u don't want no problems
We come with dem choppas
Dey call us tha ladda boyz cause we get it poppin
We don't do no robbin
All we do is grind
Hustle from tha muscle nigga save up every dime
Everybody kno I'm bouta blow like a bomb BOOM!
Pull up in tha 96' impal VRROOOMMMM!
Hammas in tha stash box dirty BROOM!
Tha holsta in tha passenger Gangsta Goon!
[Chorus:]
I'm not a rapper I'm a trapper
A spitter I'm a getter
I b posted on tha block gettin guap with ma niggaz
I grind I grind I grind
Yea baby I grind I grind igrind
Ayy
I'm not decoy baby I'm a d-boy
See me fresh in d-t-s
I come thru with dem dees on
And baby I shine I shine I shine
Yea baby I shine I shine I shine
Ayy
I'm not a rapper I'm a trapper
A spitter I'm a getter
I b posted on tha block gettin guap with ma niggaz
I grind I grind I grind
Yea baby I grind I grind igrind
Ayy
I'm not decoy baby I'm a d-boy
See me fresh in d-t-s
I come thru with dem dees on
And baby I shine I shine I shine
Yea baby I shine I shine I shine
Ayy
[Verse 1:]
I laugh, cause I rememba I was dead broke
Like I'm so muthafuckin hungry man ma head hurt
Until I learned tha game
And made ma head work
Like get dem bitches lata, jus take dis bread first, yea
I learned dat man I was all rite
Went to a trapaholic, get money all nite
All day, soft yea we even gave em hard white
From bad work to brown weed man I dun sold em all types
Ma I dun sold it all like from hustlin from all nite
Strugglin with all ma might man I dun lit a
Started with a half of weed n progressed to a ball like
Damn near made me wanna liv tha boss life
I ball like mike, tie game 5 seconds on tha clock
Da narcs playin defense but I'm still gon take da shot
Yea it's hot to get da guap
I'm a giv em all I got
Niggaz think dat dey can see me
Dat means I'm on tha top
[Chorus:]
I'm not a rapper I'm a trapper
A spitter I'm a getter
I b posted on tha block gettin guap with ma niggaz
I grind I grind I grind
Yea baby I grind I grind igrind
Ayy
I'm not decoy baby I'm a d-boy
See me fresh in d-t-s
I come thru with dem dees on
And baby I shine I shine I shine
Yea baby I shine I shine I shine
Ayy
[Verse 2:]
I said bitch I'm on tha grind
I hustle everyday
Ain't got no nine to five
But u can get dat nine for five
We got dat yay ay ay ay bay, come around my way
Everything b a-ok
Even quarters pass for 0-z's
Niggaz kno we got dat weight but ay ay ay
I remember dog we used 2 b slaves,
Now we whip dat white like it's kunta kenteee
Ayyy all we kno is hustle get paid,
Grind from tha muscle jus to lay up in tha shade
Cause I'm tha man in ma city ain't nobody fukkin with me
I b rollin thru ya hood ridin shotty with da semi
Dey b rollin on dat good I b poppin on dat henny
Ride tinted, in tha s-r-t with da hemi
See dat bad bitch, das all me I b in it from tha front and from tha back
I say dis n she do dat
I step in it like who dat
Das meek milly n dem boyz
We brought dem choppas in tha buildin
We b realli makin noise!
[Chorus:]
I'm not a rapper I'm a trapper
A spitter I'm a getter
I b posted on tha block gettin guap with ma niggaz
I grind I grind I grind
Yea baby I grind I grind igrind
Ayy
I'm not decoy baby I'm a d-boy
See me fresh in d-t-s
I come thru with dem dees on
And baby I shine I shine I shine
Yea baby I shine I shine I shine
Ayy
[Verse 3:]
I said, I don't make it rain
Nigga I ain't rich
I ain't gotta milli I ain't tryna press a bitch
Nigga I ain't signed, I ain't got dem bricks
But I still step up in tha club feelin like I'm it
We got squally in tha buildin, he in here strapped
Omelli outside at tha letout with da mack
Me I'm in tha crowd, chillen fallin back
Peepin out tha scene I see a hater I react
Like u don't want no problems
We come with dem choppas
Dey call us tha ladda boyz cause we get it poppin
We don't do no robbin
All we do is grind
Hustle from tha muscle nigga save up every dime
Everybody kno I'm bouta blow like a bomb BOOM!
Pull up in tha 96' impal VRROOOMMMM!
Hammas in tha stash box dirty BROOM!
Tha holsta in tha passenger Gangsta Goon!
[Chorus:]
I'm not a rapper I'm a trapper
A spitter I'm a getter
I b posted on tha block gettin guap with ma niggaz
I grind I grind I grind
Yea baby I grind I grind igrind
Ayy
I'm not decoy baby I'm a d-boy
See me fresh in d-t-s
I come thru with dem dees on
And baby I shine I shine I shine
Yea baby I shine I shine I shine
Ayy
All I Wanna Do lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Chris Brown)
[Chris Brown:]
I want more, I want more, I want more, I want more, I want more, I want more, I want more
Yeah, niggas be seeing me stunting, know I'm getting all these dollars
I want more, I want more, I want more, I want more, I want more, I want more, I want more
Nigga still getting these hundreds, know I got all of these
Damn look what you started
We done turned my crib into an after party
And all I really wanna do, all I really wanna do
Is put my hands on your body just roll up with you
All I want is you, all I want is you
All a nigga want is you
Liquor got me stuck babe
Now baby tell me what you want to do
[Meek Mill:]
Hold up, hold up
She was from the Westside, said it was the best side
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Little bit of hood with a swag like Left Eye
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Pussy so good want to put in a rap line
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
I put my face all up in it, get baptized
Plus 5, plus 5, she was that fine, go to sleep all in it like nap time
She woke up like this with her ass all on me from the backside
She want to do the surfboard just tryna be like Beyoncé
And if she always do it this good then she might just be my fiancé
I want more, I want more and now damn I want yours
Thinking like how did we get on the floor?
From the couch to the bed when we came in the door
And I came from the door like
[Chris Brown:]
Damn look what you started
We done turned my crib into an after party
And all I really wanna do, all I really wanna do
Is put my hands on your body just roll up with you
All I want is you, all I want is you
All a nigga want is you
Liquor got me stuck babe
Now baby tell me what you want to do
Damn look what you started
We done turned my crib into an after party
And all I really wanna do, all I really wanna do
Is put my hands on your body just roll up with you
All I want is you, all I want is you
All a nigga want is you
Liquor got me stuck babe
Now baby tell me what you want to do
I know that you fake niggas ain't real, ha ain't real
That's why we take your girls and make money, make money, get money
A double cup and a whole bag of them pills, why?
I hear them on the pole and they shake something, shake something, let's get it
Damn look what you started
We done turned my crib into an after party
And all I really wanna do, all I really wanna do
Is put my hands on your body just roll up with you
All I want is you, all I want is you
All a nigga want is you
Liquor got me stuck babe
Now baby tell me what you want to do
I want more, I want more, I want more, I want more, I want more, I want more, I want more
Yeah, niggas be seeing me stunting, know I'm getting all these dollars
I want more, I want more, I want more, I want more, I want more, I want more, I want more
Nigga still getting these hundreds, know I got all of these
Damn look what you started
We done turned my crib into an after party
And all I really wanna do, all I really wanna do
Is put my hands on your body just roll up with you
All I want is you, all I want is you
All a nigga want is you
Liquor got me stuck babe
Now baby tell me what you want to do
[Meek Mill:]
Hold up, hold up
She was from the Westside, said it was the best side
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Little bit of hood with a swag like Left Eye
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Pussy so good want to put in a rap line
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
I put my face all up in it, get baptized
Plus 5, plus 5, she was that fine, go to sleep all in it like nap time
She woke up like this with her ass all on me from the backside
She want to do the surfboard just tryna be like Beyoncé
And if she always do it this good then she might just be my fiancé
I want more, I want more and now damn I want yours
Thinking like how did we get on the floor?
From the couch to the bed when we came in the door
And I came from the door like
[Chris Brown:]
Damn look what you started
We done turned my crib into an after party
And all I really wanna do, all I really wanna do
Is put my hands on your body just roll up with you
All I want is you, all I want is you
All a nigga want is you
Liquor got me stuck babe
Now baby tell me what you want to do
Damn look what you started
We done turned my crib into an after party
And all I really wanna do, all I really wanna do
Is put my hands on your body just roll up with you
All I want is you, all I want is you
All a nigga want is you
Liquor got me stuck babe
Now baby tell me what you want to do
I know that you fake niggas ain't real, ha ain't real
That's why we take your girls and make money, make money, get money
A double cup and a whole bag of them pills, why?
I hear them on the pole and they shake something, shake something, let's get it
Damn look what you started
We done turned my crib into an after party
And all I really wanna do, all I really wanna do
Is put my hands on your body just roll up with you
All I want is you, all I want is you
All a nigga want is you
Liquor got me stuck babe
Now baby tell me what you want to do
All The Way Up (Remix) lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Jadakiss & Fabolous)
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Catch you out in traffic, it's you and I
Gold 41 in a suit and tie, nigga it's do or die
Seen it now, if I lose it all like who would ride?
But nigga I'm so up, if I tripped it's like suicide
When the internet told me I'm crucified
They was in them streets like, "Nigga you super live"
I was on the block when you was a sneakerhead
Nigga it's a check up in that box, ain't no shoe inside
Nigga ain't no Nike, ain't no Yeezy, no Jordan V
I came back like I'm Mike wearin' 45
Ever seen 50 grand when it's all in 5s?
But I'm shootin' like the Warriors' startin' 5, swish!
Only rapper went gold without a verse from Hov
Still got the rock with me, cookin' up at the stove
And the Rollie all platinum, know I bust it at Joe
Maybach in the hood, so them suckers can know
I'm in the 6, man, 6 man, Dion Waiters
And I'm on my level now, I'm so beyond haters
Bout to go and grab the Benz truck, see y'all later
When I came through the block, you should've seen y'all faces
This is slaughter, new world order
I be goin' hard, Westbrook, 4th quarter
This is hip-hop, you ain't write it, don't record it
I don't know how they gettin' down 'cross the border
I give 'em the dirty flow, Michigan and water
Sent them 10 thousand cases, I put in my order
Call that poppin' bottles when my people can't afford it
Mixin' D'usse with lemonade when I'm in Georgia
Views from the projects, and nigga I'm the prospect
Talkin' loud, say I'm shootin' out with metal objects
And that chick standin' right beside you, I done popped that
Made me beat a fan up, I'm feelin' like I'm Artest, woo!
Gold mic from the billboards, 'bout to plug it up
Tell Cruz put it in the booth so I can fuck it up
Got the hood super lit, jumpin' like it's double dutch
From the bottom like an uppercut, now I'm all the way up
I'm all the way up
You niggas all the way fucked
Switched sides, now you stuck
Fuck them niggas though
[Verse 2: Fabolous]
They don't wanna see you on top
I just wanna see the streets up
They don't wanna see you up
That's it
They gon' take shots when you all the way up
I guess they gotta aim up at you
But don't you let these nobodies get their name up on you
Keep the circle tight, never let 'em lame up the crew
If she for everybody, don't you let her claim up on you
Now listen, you gave up on me, I came up on you
Took my talents somewhere else, LeBron James up on you
I was Kyrie with the rock, the crack game number 2
Now I'm older, still ballin' like my name Uncle Drew
They tell you... stay the same, but they change up on you
Niggas change up the crew like hoes change up their boo
I just played the cards they dealt me 'til a change-up was due
Guess I had to switch the dealer or just change up the shoe
Now blackjack, Ace of Spade and a shot of Jack
I met a bad actress, she ain't know how to act
I took her but I brought her back
Don't want her back, I bought her bag
Matte like Hasselbeck, I call my card a quarterback
If I threw it at her would you doubt she could catch?
She hang like a chain so she 'bout to get snatched
Ain't about throwin' subs, I'm about gettin' scratches
But if the shoe fits, nigga, buy an outfit to match it
And you know my boys hold it, we be out with the ratchets
I heard your boys told her you be out with the rats
Keep that on the "Shhhh!”, nothing less, nothing more
I know the Bad Boys in Brooklyn, they ain't with the Puffy tour
What's up with your Warriors? They ain't lookin' tough no more
Should get out your feelings bro, and get in your duffle, boy
Level up, level up, it's all about that level up
Hold that fuckin' bezel up and light this bitch all the way up
[Verse 3: Jadakiss]
Meek called me and Fab, Joe called Jigga up
She jumped in the 6, 550 wasn't big enough
Reason niggas die, they don't know how to live enough
They can tread water, but they can't swim enough
Nah, I'm built for the physical outing
Besides that, I'm filthy, like municipal housing
J all I know is 500, getchu a thousand
I be in all the hood spots you not allowed in
Opps in the building, automatically alert that
Hand on the wrist so the chrome don't jerk back
Pull it out, you already know you gotta squirt that
I'm all the way up I'm from where the phones don't work at
You gon' need the key from the lobby to slide up
You don't know the key to the body is mind up
Born with it then you don't gotta get signed up
Gotta go when you gotta go, your times up
Extendos, no need for keeping the 9's tucked
I'm kicking you off the ladder for trying to climb up
Yup, overlooking the city
I'm all the way up, I'm like Hov looking at Biggie
It's 50 in the bank, who rollin'? Shoot the 50
If I ace, then these niggas think they hit me
But I'm all the way up
[Outro:]
All the way up
I'm all the way up
All the way up
All the way up
And everytime you see me nigga
Man I'm all the way up
Catch you out in traffic, it's you and I
Gold 41 in a suit and tie, nigga it's do or die
Seen it now, if I lose it all like who would ride?
But nigga I'm so up, if I tripped it's like suicide
When the internet told me I'm crucified
They was in them streets like, "Nigga you super live"
I was on the block when you was a sneakerhead
Nigga it's a check up in that box, ain't no shoe inside
Nigga ain't no Nike, ain't no Yeezy, no Jordan V
I came back like I'm Mike wearin' 45
Ever seen 50 grand when it's all in 5s?
But I'm shootin' like the Warriors' startin' 5, swish!
Only rapper went gold without a verse from Hov
Still got the rock with me, cookin' up at the stove
And the Rollie all platinum, know I bust it at Joe
Maybach in the hood, so them suckers can know
I'm in the 6, man, 6 man, Dion Waiters
And I'm on my level now, I'm so beyond haters
Bout to go and grab the Benz truck, see y'all later
When I came through the block, you should've seen y'all faces
This is slaughter, new world order
I be goin' hard, Westbrook, 4th quarter
This is hip-hop, you ain't write it, don't record it
I don't know how they gettin' down 'cross the border
I give 'em the dirty flow, Michigan and water
Sent them 10 thousand cases, I put in my order
Call that poppin' bottles when my people can't afford it
Mixin' D'usse with lemonade when I'm in Georgia
Views from the projects, and nigga I'm the prospect
Talkin' loud, say I'm shootin' out with metal objects
And that chick standin' right beside you, I done popped that
Made me beat a fan up, I'm feelin' like I'm Artest, woo!
Gold mic from the billboards, 'bout to plug it up
Tell Cruz put it in the booth so I can fuck it up
Got the hood super lit, jumpin' like it's double dutch
From the bottom like an uppercut, now I'm all the way up
I'm all the way up
You niggas all the way fucked
Switched sides, now you stuck
Fuck them niggas though
[Verse 2: Fabolous]
They don't wanna see you on top
I just wanna see the streets up
They don't wanna see you up
That's it
They gon' take shots when you all the way up
I guess they gotta aim up at you
But don't you let these nobodies get their name up on you
Keep the circle tight, never let 'em lame up the crew
If she for everybody, don't you let her claim up on you
Now listen, you gave up on me, I came up on you
Took my talents somewhere else, LeBron James up on you
I was Kyrie with the rock, the crack game number 2
Now I'm older, still ballin' like my name Uncle Drew
They tell you... stay the same, but they change up on you
Niggas change up the crew like hoes change up their boo
I just played the cards they dealt me 'til a change-up was due
Guess I had to switch the dealer or just change up the shoe
Now blackjack, Ace of Spade and a shot of Jack
I met a bad actress, she ain't know how to act
I took her but I brought her back
Don't want her back, I bought her bag
Matte like Hasselbeck, I call my card a quarterback
If I threw it at her would you doubt she could catch?
She hang like a chain so she 'bout to get snatched
Ain't about throwin' subs, I'm about gettin' scratches
But if the shoe fits, nigga, buy an outfit to match it
And you know my boys hold it, we be out with the ratchets
I heard your boys told her you be out with the rats
Keep that on the "Shhhh!”, nothing less, nothing more
I know the Bad Boys in Brooklyn, they ain't with the Puffy tour
What's up with your Warriors? They ain't lookin' tough no more
Should get out your feelings bro, and get in your duffle, boy
Level up, level up, it's all about that level up
Hold that fuckin' bezel up and light this bitch all the way up
[Verse 3: Jadakiss]
Meek called me and Fab, Joe called Jigga up
She jumped in the 6, 550 wasn't big enough
Reason niggas die, they don't know how to live enough
They can tread water, but they can't swim enough
Nah, I'm built for the physical outing
Besides that, I'm filthy, like municipal housing
J all I know is 500, getchu a thousand
I be in all the hood spots you not allowed in
Opps in the building, automatically alert that
Hand on the wrist so the chrome don't jerk back
Pull it out, you already know you gotta squirt that
I'm all the way up I'm from where the phones don't work at
You gon' need the key from the lobby to slide up
You don't know the key to the body is mind up
Born with it then you don't gotta get signed up
Gotta go when you gotta go, your times up
Extendos, no need for keeping the 9's tucked
I'm kicking you off the ladder for trying to climb up
Yup, overlooking the city
I'm all the way up, I'm like Hov looking at Biggie
It's 50 in the bank, who rollin'? Shoot the 50
If I ace, then these niggas think they hit me
But I'm all the way up
[Outro:]
All the way up
I'm all the way up
All the way up
All the way up
And everytime you see me nigga
Man I'm all the way up
B Boy lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. A$AP Ferg & Big Sean)
[Verse 1 - Meek Mill:]
All that ass, Lord have mercy
All that champagne, these bitches thirsty
Verserchy, no hold up, I meant Versace
I prolly pull up Roberto over Cavalli
Puffin' on Cali, prolly out in the valley
Sippin' on something drowsey
Bitches twerkin' like Miley
Twerk, twerk for a real nigga sellin' work
Promise I won't tell a word
I been on that trill shit, way back
North Philly nigga, but I'm laid back
Get shot in your head drivin' your Maybach
Homie the clown know I don't play that
Sippin' dirty, riding dirty, I say hi to thirty
Call your dog, I call my dawg and he'll buy a birdy
Try to school me, I'm getting out here early
Dope dealer, Puma life, back of this soccer jersey
Mink draggin', tell PETA I'm swaggin
All these karats like I'm tryna lure in a rabbit
Just to put it, on my jacket
What you doin? I'm doin' fashion
[Verse 2 - Big Sean:]
Okay, I walk with a limp and I talk with a slur
I might wear every single chain and mix it up with my fur
I might get every single drink and mix it up til I blur
I tell the bitch get on my lap, but don't you get on my nerves
I need that bag full of green like I lawnmow it
John Doe and all Sean Doe it
And I keep it G, yeah, I ground floor it
And I'm pound blowin'
If her pussy good then I might one, two, three, round four it
Got her down for it
Yeah, nigga overthink, never under stress
Yeah, I understand, your girl over, I'm so unimpressed
Yeah, and she tryna fuck me raw, unprotect
But if I don't have that rubber on it I feel under dressed
Yeah, and I got money bags under my eyes, ho, cause I ain't sleep
They all Goyard too cause I ain't cheap
Finally Famous, Aura Gold is my I-N-C
And I put everything in motion like I-N-G
And when we flyin' private you could bring the gun on with us
I got this freak to 3rd base, she tryna run home with us
And I got comma on comma on comma on comma... on comma
And I ain't talking about no run on sentence
Yeah, nigga hot headed so I need that Chings Chili
Put my P up on her head like that bitch is reppin' Philly
And I wheelie in that pussy like my nigga Meek Milly
On my way to meet millis
Lawyer drafting up the deep deep dealies
I got rich decided that ain't rich enough
When I did it big, bitch, I decided that ain't big enough
Dead Pres, who you diggin up?
Who that nigga that you hating on, but just can't get enough?
Fuck, the jig is up, little bitch
[Verse 3 - A$AP Ferg:]
I'm like Madoff when I made off, scheming on niggas' payoff
I never take a day off, your stash is short like Adolf, Hitler
You should lay up on the gangsta talk cause you're fake, dog
You never pushed no yay, dawg, ain't see no keys like Ray Charles
Me and Meek in the Maybach, we get Wale and take off
We got your bitch in a big house, she walk in hype like "Hey, Ross"
Get money, dreamchasers, we ballin' hard like the Lakers
You ballin'? Nah, you a faker, you prolly catchin' a fader
I'm at your house on the hill, I fucked your girl and your neighbor
You thinkin' Khloe don't know me, I'm in the car dashin' haters
I'm in the Kardashian, get it? I'm lyin', can't I pretend?
They say fake it 'til you make it, well, let the fakin' begin
I got a bitch with fake titties, fake ass, she all in the Benz
Them titties'll prolly fall like a ball when she bends
My niggas from Harlem and Philly all get it in
Your bitch come around and we fuckin' her and her friends
Get money, dreamchasers, we ballin' hard like the Lakers
You ballin'? Nah you a faker, you prolly catchin' a fader
Come get with the dreamchasers, we ballin' hard like the Lakers
You ballin'? Nah you a faker, you prolly catchin' a fader
I'm at your house on the hill, I fucked your girl and your neighbor
I'm at your house on the hill, I fucked your girl and your neighbor
I'm at your house on the hill, I fucked your girl and your neighbor
I'm at your house on the hill, I fucked your girl and your neighbor
[Outro - Meek Mill:]
What she do? She, just, put heart eyes under my pic nigga
That's my bitch nigga
Bought her a first class ticket to put the dick in her
Basic Bitch lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Migos)
When I say weakass, you say bitch
Weakass bitch, weakass bitch
I don't want no basic bitches, basic bitches
I don't want no basic bitches, wait a minute motherfucker
[Hook - Meek Mill:]
Rap niggas be talkin' hard
Talkin' shit till we pull your card
Take your chain, beat you up
Fuck your bitch, clean you up
My niggas wylin', we wylin', we wylin', wylin'
My niggas wylin', we wylin', we wylin', wylin'
My niggas wylin', we wylin', we wylin', wylin'
[Meek Mill:]
I don't want no basic bitches
She ain't never fuck with a rich nigga
She told me that her ex was a bitch nigga
So I told her put me on the 'Gram though
Just to flex on that nigga with some real killers
And now he on my line talkin' reckless
I'm thinkin', should I slide or should I check him?
But I ain't goin' to war about no pussy though
But if you tryna you get wet then
Runnin' with my niggas on the low-low
We in the south side, talkin' mafioso
I be really outside, bustin' with my four-four
Right there on the south side, watching for the po-po
Sharper than a motherfucker
We gettin' money like a motherfucker
She suckin' dick for Red Bottoms
You bet some bitches call 'em bloodsuckers
Get it?
[Hook]
[Quavo:]
I know exactly what Meek talkin' bout
I took your basic ass ho and then I nut on her mouth
Broke niggas you can stand to the left
Rich niggas to the right with their pistols out
Playin' with a cat, got her whiskers out
Got 'Rari's and Bentleys, and Fiskers out
Hold up, what the fuck this nigga talkin' bout?
Yo, Takeoff, pull the Mac-11 out
Young niggas wylin', 12 o'clock on a Friday
Pull up like Big Worm, I want my money Friday
And you can have your basic bitches
Because my hoes' siddity with fat ass and titties
[Hook]
[Takeoff:]
Takeoff, I make the work disappear like a magician
Take that envy then stand in the kitchen, whip me up a chicken
I beat that pot like a chemist, money bat-bat like it's tennis
And free my niggas in penitentiaries, they locked in the system
I pray the Lord is my witness, nigga, I'm stackin' them benjis
Ever since they killed Pistol Pete my nigga, I turned to a menace
And all these diamonds around my neck, I put on two of them chinchillas
Drop my top in the winter, cash out at the Beverly Center
Go to my jeweler out in Cuba, get diamonds below temperature
Double cup my muddy trouble, I'm an Actavis citizen
Bitches run around the lobby, boot 'em up, but no Timberlands
Your bitch pull up to my trap with no car
Like football she get penalties
[Hook]
Weakass bitch, weakass bitch
I don't want no basic bitches, basic bitches
I don't want no basic bitches, wait a minute motherfucker
[Hook - Meek Mill:]
Rap niggas be talkin' hard
Talkin' shit till we pull your card
Take your chain, beat you up
Fuck your bitch, clean you up
My niggas wylin', we wylin', we wylin', wylin'
My niggas wylin', we wylin', we wylin', wylin'
My niggas wylin', we wylin', we wylin', wylin'
[Meek Mill:]
I don't want no basic bitches
She ain't never fuck with a rich nigga
She told me that her ex was a bitch nigga
So I told her put me on the 'Gram though
Just to flex on that nigga with some real killers
And now he on my line talkin' reckless
I'm thinkin', should I slide or should I check him?
But I ain't goin' to war about no pussy though
But if you tryna you get wet then
Runnin' with my niggas on the low-low
We in the south side, talkin' mafioso
I be really outside, bustin' with my four-four
Right there on the south side, watching for the po-po
Sharper than a motherfucker
We gettin' money like a motherfucker
She suckin' dick for Red Bottoms
You bet some bitches call 'em bloodsuckers
Get it?
[Hook]
[Quavo:]
I know exactly what Meek talkin' bout
I took your basic ass ho and then I nut on her mouth
Broke niggas you can stand to the left
Rich niggas to the right with their pistols out
Playin' with a cat, got her whiskers out
Got 'Rari's and Bentleys, and Fiskers out
Hold up, what the fuck this nigga talkin' bout?
Yo, Takeoff, pull the Mac-11 out
Young niggas wylin', 12 o'clock on a Friday
Pull up like Big Worm, I want my money Friday
And you can have your basic bitches
Because my hoes' siddity with fat ass and titties
[Hook]
[Takeoff:]
Takeoff, I make the work disappear like a magician
Take that envy then stand in the kitchen, whip me up a chicken
I beat that pot like a chemist, money bat-bat like it's tennis
And free my niggas in penitentiaries, they locked in the system
I pray the Lord is my witness, nigga, I'm stackin' them benjis
Ever since they killed Pistol Pete my nigga, I turned to a menace
And all these diamonds around my neck, I put on two of them chinchillas
Drop my top in the winter, cash out at the Beverly Center
Go to my jeweler out in Cuba, get diamonds below temperature
Double cup my muddy trouble, I'm an Actavis citizen
Bitches run around the lobby, boot 'em up, but no Timberlands
Your bitch pull up to my trap with no car
Like football she get penalties
[Hook]
Black Moses lyrics - Meek Mill (with Pusha T) (feat. Priscilla Renea)
(from "The Birth of a Nation" soundtrack)
[Priscilla Renea:]
I been workin' all day, hmmm 'til the sun go down
Back hurt, feet hurt, but I still got to work
Who gonna save me? Hmmm, break every chain, hmmm
Take me away from this place and leave me work
Runnin' like I know they comin' for me
I'm 'bout to spill enough blood to fill the red sea
Fear no evil, 'bout to set my people all free
If they crucify me, that's just what it's gon' be
Black Moses, Moses, woah now
Black Moses, Moses, woah now
Black Moses, Moses, woah now
Black Moses, Moses, woah now
[Pusha T:]
Kill 'em, that's the minimal, only way to fend 'em off
Leave 'em sittin' at death's door, proper way to send 'em off
They'll just beat me 'til the sin is off or my skin is off
Some tried to run, they got tracked down, now our limit's off
I'm just tryna find the North, let the stars design the course
Hope the mud can hide my scent, pray the night can slow they horse
Got me shackled up in chains, even made me change my name
But they couldn't trap my mind, this cry for freedom ain't in vain
See they taught us half the story, didn't know we came from glory
Years ago we was kings before the boats came and load me
Woo, gotta keep runnin', gotta keep runnin'
Yeah cause they keep gunnin', and they keep comin'
[Priscilla Renea:]
Runnin' like I know they comin' for me
I'm 'bout to spill enough blood to fill the red sea
Fear no evil, 'bout to set my people all free
If they crucify me, that's just what it's gon' be
Black Moses, Moses, woah now
Black Moses, Moses, woah now
Black Moses, Moses, woah now
Black Moses, Moses, woah now
[Meek Mill:]
Slaves, on the North side of Philly
Where they tell their mamas
And go spend that money they made on designer
We shoot at our brothers but run from the coppas
In front of your honor
Beggin' for freedom, if freedom got free in it
Why it ain't free than
We go get a lawyer, a liar, that's descent to meet with the District Attorney agreement
Like take it or leave it, leave it or take it
If we for the takin
I'm finna go straight for the win, (winnin', winnin', winnin')
We started as slaves, we came up from nothin'
If I could live twice, I'd do it again
Again and again, again and again
Who gon' love your momma on them drugs
Little babies that was never loved
So they run into the corner store
Quarter water only time they get a hug
Get some cocoa, only time they get some work
Say that it be poppin' on the first
He was poppin' when he had the money
'Til they popped him, now he ridin' in a hearse
This is real shit, nigga, not a verse
People really, really outta work
Kids starving somethin gotta work
Preacher even trappin' out the church
Put them shackles on my arm and leg
All them days made my body hurt
Locked my brothers all up in the cage
So we turn to prayer, hoping God will work
[Priscilla Renea:]
Runnin' like I know they comin' for me
I'm 'bout to spill enough blood to fill the red sea
Fear no evil, 'bout to set my people all free
If they crucify me, that's just what it's gon' be
Black Moses, Moses, woah now
Black Moses, Moses, woah now
Black Moses, Moses, woah now
Black Moses, Moses, woah now
[Priscilla Renea:]
I been workin' all day, hmmm 'til the sun go down
Back hurt, feet hurt, but I still got to work
Who gonna save me? Hmmm, break every chain, hmmm
Take me away from this place and leave me work
Runnin' like I know they comin' for me
I'm 'bout to spill enough blood to fill the red sea
Fear no evil, 'bout to set my people all free
If they crucify me, that's just what it's gon' be
Black Moses, Moses, woah now
Black Moses, Moses, woah now
Black Moses, Moses, woah now
Black Moses, Moses, woah now
[Pusha T:]
Kill 'em, that's the minimal, only way to fend 'em off
Leave 'em sittin' at death's door, proper way to send 'em off
They'll just beat me 'til the sin is off or my skin is off
Some tried to run, they got tracked down, now our limit's off
I'm just tryna find the North, let the stars design the course
Hope the mud can hide my scent, pray the night can slow they horse
Got me shackled up in chains, even made me change my name
But they couldn't trap my mind, this cry for freedom ain't in vain
See they taught us half the story, didn't know we came from glory
Years ago we was kings before the boats came and load me
Woo, gotta keep runnin', gotta keep runnin'
Yeah cause they keep gunnin', and they keep comin'
[Priscilla Renea:]
Runnin' like I know they comin' for me
I'm 'bout to spill enough blood to fill the red sea
Fear no evil, 'bout to set my people all free
If they crucify me, that's just what it's gon' be
Black Moses, Moses, woah now
Black Moses, Moses, woah now
Black Moses, Moses, woah now
Black Moses, Moses, woah now
[Meek Mill:]
Slaves, on the North side of Philly
Where they tell their mamas
And go spend that money they made on designer
We shoot at our brothers but run from the coppas
In front of your honor
Beggin' for freedom, if freedom got free in it
Why it ain't free than
We go get a lawyer, a liar, that's descent to meet with the District Attorney agreement
Like take it or leave it, leave it or take it
If we for the takin
I'm finna go straight for the win, (winnin', winnin', winnin')
We started as slaves, we came up from nothin'
If I could live twice, I'd do it again
Again and again, again and again
Who gon' love your momma on them drugs
Little babies that was never loved
So they run into the corner store
Quarter water only time they get a hug
Get some cocoa, only time they get some work
Say that it be poppin' on the first
He was poppin' when he had the money
'Til they popped him, now he ridin' in a hearse
This is real shit, nigga, not a verse
People really, really outta work
Kids starving somethin gotta work
Preacher even trappin' out the church
Put them shackles on my arm and leg
All them days made my body hurt
Locked my brothers all up in the cage
So we turn to prayer, hoping God will work
[Priscilla Renea:]
Runnin' like I know they comin' for me
I'm 'bout to spill enough blood to fill the red sea
Fear no evil, 'bout to set my people all free
If they crucify me, that's just what it's gon' be
Black Moses, Moses, woah now
Black Moses, Moses, woah now
Black Moses, Moses, woah now
Black Moses, Moses, woah now
Chiraq lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Lil Durk, Shy Glizzy)
(originally by Nicki Minaj)
[Hook:]
You fuck around get smoked
You fuck around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get smoked, nigga
You fuck around get smoked
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Uh, niggas know the rules in my hood, if you touch me, you get murked
We ain't with that back and forth, it ain't no rap, we hittin' first
G-5, we be at LIV by Sunday when you in the Church
Momma stressing, selling dinner platers, tryna get your casket, and get ya hearse
Last nigga that slid on us, got dropped on it, he told on us
Every nigga you see with me got ice on 'em, bank rolls on us
Naw, nigga no 1 on 1's we don't fight fair, we just roll on 'em
V-S stones and cuban links, all that ice wear with that gold on 'em
We ain't swinging no flag, nigga
We ain't need no pass, nigga
Glock 40 with a 30 clip and laser on it, play tag with us
Everybody wanna talk bricks 'till them feds, swoop in and grab niggas
Dream chasers got into something, we don't never bleak cause we trash niggas
I don't know if y'all heard about what my homie do with that 30 out
Deen Buck still in the cut and stay fittin' to let Ernie out
I ain't even gotta say nothin' 'bout that other homie that you heard about
Cause if he heard about that you run your mouth
He come to your house and start swervin' out
Catch me in Y-C, out Shadyville, I'm in the tank
Only time its mayhem when I'm in the booth or I'm in the bank
Summertime in La Marina with Dominicans going in the paint
Pullin' up screamin' Dimelo catch you in Brooklyn, get pita rolled pussy!
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
(Yeah, Meek what up? Bang!
Oh, man in Chiraq!)
Niggas say me and Sosa beefin' but we both eatin', but only one keep it
Told Law he take 15 years, every crime we did we gon Keep It Secret
Can't Tweet Teyana corporate nigga lookin, so what I’m on I gotta Keep It Secret
That face no Stevie no Mimi, I promise Teyana that I won't leak it
Gripped the 30 just cashed out, if you caught stripping, then you assed out
I'm the same nigga that my city asked about while you in the cut steady buying clout
Fuck the judge, let 9 out, hairpin trigger, let 9 out
Four birds in the trap like
4 wings at Harold’s with fries covered in mild sauce
Everytime a nigga rap beef, get clapped up in a couple weeks
IG comments and a couple tweets, location on we can go and meet
Headshot, I'm outta town, I'm in Killadelphia with my nigga Meek
Pop a wheelie in N-Y-C I got the 30 on with my nigga, Flee
Heard Tyga sneak dissing on me, tell them thot bitches I'm not right
Tyga only got one name but that nigga ain't got one stripe
He backpack, so easy to get the nigga shit snatched
Ask Marly Marl to get his shit back
In Chiraq, don't come here
You ain't from here? Don't come here!
Cause shorty snipin', bag on him if he don't like this
No Young Chop, that .40 bangs, just like him
30 punch like Tyson
Back to the rap flow, hot shit
Fuck I gotta rap for, got bricks
Every city I go, got sticks
Pockets Wells Fargo, no bricks
Say I'm on top now, no shit
You can never say I, wife shit
I don't even like shit
I just pipe shit
One night shit
LA with killas and thuggers
New York SlowBucks them my brothers
A-T-L with Migos and Young Thugger
We gonna shoot up in public
And they gotta urge to take
Chiraq, look at the murder rate
500 dead bodies, better go and get money 'fore you be on first 48
[Verse 3: Shy Glizzy]
You wear red bottoms and Phillip Lim
Everybody trynna get a hold of him
Bad bitches, they be in Benz
I knock ‘em down like bowling pins
Feds snatch me, I don’t know them
Real nigga, on 4nem
Young Jefe, the new Soulja Slim
Hangin’ out the tank with Slow and them
Come take a trip to D.C
Hear a lot of Me and see GG
I’m the big dog
I’m ringing off
Like Mambo Sauce on a 3 Piece
“Glizzy, Why you ain’t D.C.?"
"Who said I ain’t D.C.?"
Fuck ya bitch to my CD
She lemme record her like Mimi
A nigga playin', it’s lights out
Oo, Shine got me iced out
Stay low, cause the mice out
You only get fly when the Mikes out
Wait till it get nice out
Tell Chino bring the bikes out
Got 50 guns in my trap house
You better off fucking with the White House
I’m the realest youngin' in the fucking world
I got plenty money, I got plenty girls
Got the Villa for the week, got fifteen freaks
And they all wanna go for a fucking swirl
Had her come to us with the marble peals
Glock 23, treat her like my girl
357, that bitch just twirl
Make him catch our shit like Fitzgerald
[Hook]
[Hook:]
You fuck around get smoked
You fuck around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get smoked, nigga
You fuck around get smoked
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Uh, niggas know the rules in my hood, if you touch me, you get murked
We ain't with that back and forth, it ain't no rap, we hittin' first
G-5, we be at LIV by Sunday when you in the Church
Momma stressing, selling dinner platers, tryna get your casket, and get ya hearse
Last nigga that slid on us, got dropped on it, he told on us
Every nigga you see with me got ice on 'em, bank rolls on us
Naw, nigga no 1 on 1's we don't fight fair, we just roll on 'em
V-S stones and cuban links, all that ice wear with that gold on 'em
We ain't swinging no flag, nigga
We ain't need no pass, nigga
Glock 40 with a 30 clip and laser on it, play tag with us
Everybody wanna talk bricks 'till them feds, swoop in and grab niggas
Dream chasers got into something, we don't never bleak cause we trash niggas
I don't know if y'all heard about what my homie do with that 30 out
Deen Buck still in the cut and stay fittin' to let Ernie out
I ain't even gotta say nothin' 'bout that other homie that you heard about
Cause if he heard about that you run your mouth
He come to your house and start swervin' out
Catch me in Y-C, out Shadyville, I'm in the tank
Only time its mayhem when I'm in the booth or I'm in the bank
Summertime in La Marina with Dominicans going in the paint
Pullin' up screamin' Dimelo catch you in Brooklyn, get pita rolled pussy!
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
(Yeah, Meek what up? Bang!
Oh, man in Chiraq!)
Niggas say me and Sosa beefin' but we both eatin', but only one keep it
Told Law he take 15 years, every crime we did we gon Keep It Secret
Can't Tweet Teyana corporate nigga lookin, so what I’m on I gotta Keep It Secret
That face no Stevie no Mimi, I promise Teyana that I won't leak it
Gripped the 30 just cashed out, if you caught stripping, then you assed out
I'm the same nigga that my city asked about while you in the cut steady buying clout
Fuck the judge, let 9 out, hairpin trigger, let 9 out
Four birds in the trap like
4 wings at Harold’s with fries covered in mild sauce
Everytime a nigga rap beef, get clapped up in a couple weeks
IG comments and a couple tweets, location on we can go and meet
Headshot, I'm outta town, I'm in Killadelphia with my nigga Meek
Pop a wheelie in N-Y-C I got the 30 on with my nigga, Flee
Heard Tyga sneak dissing on me, tell them thot bitches I'm not right
Tyga only got one name but that nigga ain't got one stripe
He backpack, so easy to get the nigga shit snatched
Ask Marly Marl to get his shit back
In Chiraq, don't come here
You ain't from here? Don't come here!
Cause shorty snipin', bag on him if he don't like this
No Young Chop, that .40 bangs, just like him
30 punch like Tyson
Back to the rap flow, hot shit
Fuck I gotta rap for, got bricks
Every city I go, got sticks
Pockets Wells Fargo, no bricks
Say I'm on top now, no shit
You can never say I, wife shit
I don't even like shit
I just pipe shit
One night shit
LA with killas and thuggers
New York SlowBucks them my brothers
A-T-L with Migos and Young Thugger
We gonna shoot up in public
And they gotta urge to take
Chiraq, look at the murder rate
500 dead bodies, better go and get money 'fore you be on first 48
[Verse 3: Shy Glizzy]
You wear red bottoms and Phillip Lim
Everybody trynna get a hold of him
Bad bitches, they be in Benz
I knock ‘em down like bowling pins
Feds snatch me, I don’t know them
Real nigga, on 4nem
Young Jefe, the new Soulja Slim
Hangin’ out the tank with Slow and them
Come take a trip to D.C
Hear a lot of Me and see GG
I’m the big dog
I’m ringing off
Like Mambo Sauce on a 3 Piece
“Glizzy, Why you ain’t D.C.?"
"Who said I ain’t D.C.?"
Fuck ya bitch to my CD
She lemme record her like Mimi
A nigga playin', it’s lights out
Oo, Shine got me iced out
Stay low, cause the mice out
You only get fly when the Mikes out
Wait till it get nice out
Tell Chino bring the bikes out
Got 50 guns in my trap house
You better off fucking with the White House
I’m the realest youngin' in the fucking world
I got plenty money, I got plenty girls
Got the Villa for the week, got fifteen freaks
And they all wanna go for a fucking swirl
Had her come to us with the marble peals
Glock 23, treat her like my girl
357, that bitch just twirl
Make him catch our shit like Fitzgerald
[Hook]
Contagious lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Migos)
[Meek Mill:]
See what it is, they don't know a rock from a diamond
I'm like hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Hold up, hold up, hold up, wait a minute, motherfucker
Ugh! I pull in your hood in a brand new Wraith (like skrr)
Tell your bitch "Fall back, nigga", we ain't got no space
And your bitch ain't bad, nigga, you ain't go no taste
And everybody want to be the king like the deck ain't got no ace
Half of my bitches they richer than me
Hoes that you payin', I'm hittin' for free
I used to pass up on that pussy, my nigga
You payin' that thot just to give her some D
God damn, God damn
I'm with a white bitch named Roxanne
And she ain't home yet cause she got a plan
And y'all hatin' niggas can't shake my hand
[Meek Mill (Quavo):]
Cause that shit contagious, these niggas outrageous
Started off buzzin' like pagers
Now I got paper, just look at these acres
Wake up like, "Where is my neighbors?"
Prolly in Vegas, shootin' dice at the table
(The feds, they watch me like cable)
Do me a favor, don't do me no favors
(A favor can get too contagious)
[Quavo:]
Migo and Meek Milly got stacks in the ceiling
I got money ties all the way up through Philly
I'm fuckin' your bitch and she from Puerto Rico
The plug is a papÃ, he send me the kilo
I hop on the jet, then I fly out to Vegas
Link up with the mob in Reno
Paparazzi, they flash and stare
And I pull out McLaren, I hop out Giuseppe toe
Young nigga, they know that QC the new Death Row
I'm in the kitchen cookin' antidote (I'm cookin' it)
Lookin' down on a fuck nigga
Cause a young nigga on a top ropes
Now everybody wanna take a picture
Now that young nigga's worth seven figures
Step out that vault and I'm countin' millions
Thankin' the Lord for the M&M's
[Meek Mill (Quavo):]
Cause that shit contagious, these niggas outrageous
Started off buzzin' like pagers
Now I got paper, just look at these acres
Wake up like, "Where is my neighbors?"
Prolly in Vegas, shootin' dice at the table
(The feds, they watch me like cable)
Do me a favor, don't do me no favors
(A favor can get too contagious)
[Offset:]
My migo, my vato, go check out my bio
Got bricks comin' in from Ohio
I’m in North Philly, I meet with Meek Milly
We tryna make millies off trappin' the chicken
You run up on me, you need Geico insurance
I run to the money, got plenty endurance
I shop overseas and you shoppin' on clearance
Spent 500K for my appearance
Offset a magician at work, I'm a wizard
Smokin' on loud so niggas don't hear me
Pussy ass nigga, you sweeter than cinnamon
Thankin' the Lord while I count up blue Benjamins
Sippin' on Actavis, don't need a chaser
QC is the label, we fuck with Dreamchasers
My niggas they actin' a fool, but this is not actin'
The money, it runnin' my generation
[Meek Mill (Quavo):]
Cause that shit contagious, these niggas outrageous
Started off buzzin' like pagers
Now I got paper, just look at these acres
Wake up like, "Where is my neighbors?"
Prolly in Vegas, shootin' dice at the table
(The feds, they watch me like cable)
Do me a favor, don't do me no favors
(A favor can get too contagious)
[Takeoff:]
Mason Margeilla, got dope on the tip of my toe
Got rich off a pot and the stove
Breakin' and droppin' in designer clothes
Cappin' trap out the back door of the bando
My plug is a migo, pull up on banana boat
F&N splittin' your head like a cantaloupe
Papparazzi flashin', pull out that Camaro
Damn, I mean camera, white girl from Canada
No, I'm not Tommy Lee but I got Pamela
In the back of the Maybach changin' channels
Lightin' the block up like Christmas candles
Bustin' my women, my ceilin' is panorama
OG gas bag on my back like I'm Santa
Droppin' up four in the one liter Fanta
Workin' it, flippin' that dope with a spatula
I flex in the chopper, you niggas are amateurs
[Meek Mill (Quavo):]
Cause that shit contagious, these niggas outrageous
Started off bustin' like pagers
Now I got paper, just look at these acres
Wake up like, "Where is my neighbors?"
Prolly in Vegas, shootin' dice at the table
(The feds, they watch me like cable)
Do me a favor, don't do me no favors
(A favor can get too contagious)
See what it is, they don't know a rock from a diamond
I'm like hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Hold up, hold up, hold up, wait a minute, motherfucker
Ugh! I pull in your hood in a brand new Wraith (like skrr)
Tell your bitch "Fall back, nigga", we ain't got no space
And your bitch ain't bad, nigga, you ain't go no taste
And everybody want to be the king like the deck ain't got no ace
Half of my bitches they richer than me
Hoes that you payin', I'm hittin' for free
I used to pass up on that pussy, my nigga
You payin' that thot just to give her some D
God damn, God damn
I'm with a white bitch named Roxanne
And she ain't home yet cause she got a plan
And y'all hatin' niggas can't shake my hand
[Meek Mill (Quavo):]
Cause that shit contagious, these niggas outrageous
Started off buzzin' like pagers
Now I got paper, just look at these acres
Wake up like, "Where is my neighbors?"
Prolly in Vegas, shootin' dice at the table
(The feds, they watch me like cable)
Do me a favor, don't do me no favors
(A favor can get too contagious)
[Quavo:]
Migo and Meek Milly got stacks in the ceiling
I got money ties all the way up through Philly
I'm fuckin' your bitch and she from Puerto Rico
The plug is a papÃ, he send me the kilo
I hop on the jet, then I fly out to Vegas
Link up with the mob in Reno
Paparazzi, they flash and stare
And I pull out McLaren, I hop out Giuseppe toe
Young nigga, they know that QC the new Death Row
I'm in the kitchen cookin' antidote (I'm cookin' it)
Lookin' down on a fuck nigga
Cause a young nigga on a top ropes
Now everybody wanna take a picture
Now that young nigga's worth seven figures
Step out that vault and I'm countin' millions
Thankin' the Lord for the M&M's
[Meek Mill (Quavo):]
Cause that shit contagious, these niggas outrageous
Started off buzzin' like pagers
Now I got paper, just look at these acres
Wake up like, "Where is my neighbors?"
Prolly in Vegas, shootin' dice at the table
(The feds, they watch me like cable)
Do me a favor, don't do me no favors
(A favor can get too contagious)
[Offset:]
My migo, my vato, go check out my bio
Got bricks comin' in from Ohio
I’m in North Philly, I meet with Meek Milly
We tryna make millies off trappin' the chicken
You run up on me, you need Geico insurance
I run to the money, got plenty endurance
I shop overseas and you shoppin' on clearance
Spent 500K for my appearance
Offset a magician at work, I'm a wizard
Smokin' on loud so niggas don't hear me
Pussy ass nigga, you sweeter than cinnamon
Thankin' the Lord while I count up blue Benjamins
Sippin' on Actavis, don't need a chaser
QC is the label, we fuck with Dreamchasers
My niggas they actin' a fool, but this is not actin'
The money, it runnin' my generation
[Meek Mill (Quavo):]
Cause that shit contagious, these niggas outrageous
Started off buzzin' like pagers
Now I got paper, just look at these acres
Wake up like, "Where is my neighbors?"
Prolly in Vegas, shootin' dice at the table
(The feds, they watch me like cable)
Do me a favor, don't do me no favors
(A favor can get too contagious)
[Takeoff:]
Mason Margeilla, got dope on the tip of my toe
Got rich off a pot and the stove
Breakin' and droppin' in designer clothes
Cappin' trap out the back door of the bando
My plug is a migo, pull up on banana boat
F&N splittin' your head like a cantaloupe
Papparazzi flashin', pull out that Camaro
Damn, I mean camera, white girl from Canada
No, I'm not Tommy Lee but I got Pamela
In the back of the Maybach changin' channels
Lightin' the block up like Christmas candles
Bustin' my women, my ceilin' is panorama
OG gas bag on my back like I'm Santa
Droppin' up four in the one liter Fanta
Workin' it, flippin' that dope with a spatula
I flex in the chopper, you niggas are amateurs
[Meek Mill (Quavo):]
Cause that shit contagious, these niggas outrageous
Started off bustin' like pagers
Now I got paper, just look at these acres
Wake up like, "Where is my neighbors?"
Prolly in Vegas, shootin' dice at the table
(The feds, they watch me like cable)
Do me a favor, don't do me no favors
(A favor can get too contagious)
Don't Do It lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Nipsey Hussle & Sean Kingston)
[Sean Kingston]
These hose are triflin’
That’s why we ain't gon wife ‘em
These young niggas better smart up
And don’t get caught up
Said shawty got a husband
But she out here creepin’
These young niggas better smart up
And don’t get caught up
Don’t do it, noooo
Don’t do it, noooo
Don’t do it,
Just cause she fine with ass
But she just want a nigga with cash
She triflin’
[Meek Mill]
Shawty got a man, but she creepin’ though
I guess she want a young nigga eatin’ though
But I was never known to keep a hoe
Met her in mia, was with my nigga Tre a week ago
A friend told me he had two weeks before
She said she ain't fuck in months, I’m like you sneaky hoe
But I knew some bitches like my sneakers though
Fucking all my homies she was tryna keep a secret though
Loving the crew, love the place for the team
She sucking my dick, guess we chasing her dream
I’m made her go ham, he made her a queen
I ain't chasing these hoes, no nigga I’m chasing this cream
[Sean Kingston - Chorus]
[Nipsey Hussle]
She look good, but to me she just a bummy bitch
Tryna fall in love cause she know I’m bumpy rich
Hear my name ringing, she know I’m on my tip
She can’t walk out her house without hearing ‘em play my shit
2008 came in this game and I ain't made a grip
I’m sucking, ducking, fucking with the ones I made it with
One thing they knew about Nip Hussle I don’t save a bitch
She be content with saying, she done fucked a famous crip
Basic bitches that we flippin’, you be laying with
Her pussy played out, we call that Avirex
OBGYN, she got you in labour with
Your maybe baby cause you weak and be chasing yo dick nigga
[Chorus]
These hose are triflin’
That’s why we ain't gon wife ‘em
These young niggas better smart up
And don’t get caught up
Said shawty got a husband
But she out here creepin’
These young niggas better smart up
And don’t get caught up
Don’t do it, noooo
Don’t do it, noooo
Don’t do it,
Just cause she fine with ass
But she just want a nigga with cash
She triflin’
[Meek Mill]
Shawty got a man, but she creepin’ though
I guess she want a young nigga eatin’ though
But I was never known to keep a hoe
Met her in mia, was with my nigga Tre a week ago
A friend told me he had two weeks before
She said she ain't fuck in months, I’m like you sneaky hoe
But I knew some bitches like my sneakers though
Fucking all my homies she was tryna keep a secret though
Loving the crew, love the place for the team
She sucking my dick, guess we chasing her dream
I’m made her go ham, he made her a queen
I ain't chasing these hoes, no nigga I’m chasing this cream
[Sean Kingston - Chorus]
[Nipsey Hussle]
She look good, but to me she just a bummy bitch
Tryna fall in love cause she know I’m bumpy rich
Hear my name ringing, she know I’m on my tip
She can’t walk out her house without hearing ‘em play my shit
2008 came in this game and I ain't made a grip
I’m sucking, ducking, fucking with the ones I made it with
One thing they knew about Nip Hussle I don’t save a bitch
She be content with saying, she done fucked a famous crip
Basic bitches that we flippin’, you be laying with
Her pussy played out, we call that Avirex
OBGYN, she got you in labour with
Your maybe baby cause you weak and be chasing yo dick nigga
[Chorus]
Energy (Freestyle) lyrics - Meek Mill
I got enemies got a lot of enemies
I don't really fuck with these nigga's in the industry
Know a couple nigga's from the hood want to finish me
And put me on a t-shirt RIP and memory
So I'm riding around with a drum and a Glock
On the gram nigga's said I couldn't come to my block
So I came through that bitch me myself in a drop
Nigga's know they touch me blr something get dropped
Man I don't bang with these suckers I don't play with no hoes
I do the walk through for 60 and get like 80 a show
And I don't got out no single I thinking maybe they know
Meek Milly realest to do it and I can play at the floor ya heard
I got enemies got a lot of enemies
We fucking to Dej Loaf me you and some Hennessy
She gon' suck me off 'til she drain me of my energy
Flexing, it be fucking with these nigga's mentally
Is Instagram hurting your heart nigga
VS stones on me still work in the dark nigga
Hundred and six shots pull up and park nigga's
Jump in the big drop button to start nigga
Murder was the case that they gave us spanked it
Real nigga's back in style they should thank us
All these rap ass nigga's really wanksters
Real recognize the real you a stranger
Hoes sell their souls for some baller alert
Nigga's and they fake jewels need a frauding alert
Put me on watch buster tell em all what it's worth
Bet they say couple milli Audemar with the works
New roll bust down call that Big Meech
Every time I drop shit hot fish grease
Every time you drop it is not that heat
Called your album seven days boy that shit weak
Motivating the hood still hot in the burbs
Still getting this money they think we got them birds
Every time I spit that's a thousand a word
Spoke it right to the system they say it's power in words
Nigga we chosen we was chosen
Me Omelly had them hoes in now it's Rollses
Back to back screaming told ya nigga's owed us
And they said they would expose us never showed us
Fuck them nigga's though
I got enemies got a lot of enemies
They was just cooling with me hating call them frienemies
I ain't really tripping we got arms like a centipede
Cause if I lose my cool I could turn them into memories
I'm gone I said I'm gone
Be the same nigga's hating on the Chasers mad we ain't put them on
Fuck them nigga's though
I don't really fuck with these nigga's in the industry
Know a couple nigga's from the hood want to finish me
And put me on a t-shirt RIP and memory
So I'm riding around with a drum and a Glock
On the gram nigga's said I couldn't come to my block
So I came through that bitch me myself in a drop
Nigga's know they touch me blr something get dropped
Man I don't bang with these suckers I don't play with no hoes
I do the walk through for 60 and get like 80 a show
And I don't got out no single I thinking maybe they know
Meek Milly realest to do it and I can play at the floor ya heard
I got enemies got a lot of enemies
We fucking to Dej Loaf me you and some Hennessy
She gon' suck me off 'til she drain me of my energy
Flexing, it be fucking with these nigga's mentally
Is Instagram hurting your heart nigga
VS stones on me still work in the dark nigga
Hundred and six shots pull up and park nigga's
Jump in the big drop button to start nigga
Murder was the case that they gave us spanked it
Real nigga's back in style they should thank us
All these rap ass nigga's really wanksters
Real recognize the real you a stranger
Hoes sell their souls for some baller alert
Nigga's and they fake jewels need a frauding alert
Put me on watch buster tell em all what it's worth
Bet they say couple milli Audemar with the works
New roll bust down call that Big Meech
Every time I drop shit hot fish grease
Every time you drop it is not that heat
Called your album seven days boy that shit weak
Motivating the hood still hot in the burbs
Still getting this money they think we got them birds
Every time I spit that's a thousand a word
Spoke it right to the system they say it's power in words
Nigga we chosen we was chosen
Me Omelly had them hoes in now it's Rollses
Back to back screaming told ya nigga's owed us
And they said they would expose us never showed us
Fuck them nigga's though
I got enemies got a lot of enemies
They was just cooling with me hating call them frienemies
I ain't really tripping we got arms like a centipede
Cause if I lose my cool I could turn them into memories
I'm gone I said I'm gone
Be the same nigga's hating on the Chasers mad we ain't put them on
Fuck them nigga's though
Freestyle On Flex lyrics - Meek Mill
What we doing, Flex?
They see us, Funk Flex, Meek Mill, 017
I mean, why not?
Dreamchasers in the building, you know what it is
Philly, New York City, what's up?
All my NY niggas, what's up?
The mafia, ha, let's get it!
Mixed the Balmain with the Bape shit, I've been going ape shit
Finna go banana like the K clip
Niggas talk about me, they see me and never say shit
Keep them suckers dippin' and dodgin', like it's The Matrix
Heart full of hatred, show it on the Internet
Weirdo niggas in my comments, but we ain't into that
We was in there making it double and tryna get it back
Bust a thousand traps all in it and take that rental back
Couple hundred, tint it black, tryna make a mil in it
I'm a let 'em shuffle when I cut it, got to deal with it
When I got it, put my homies on like a real nigga
And they all still with us
Seen too many trill niggas fall to let you bitch niggas beat me
'Fore I take a loss they gon' have to RIP me
But that'll never happen, take this war shit deeply
My young niggas starving in them trenches and they need me
They like, "Meek Milly, won't you spit that crack again?"
Fake niggas up three, bring us back again
Riding down Broad Street, I'm in the Bach again
I bully niggas, I'm unlike Mac again
Philly, money can't make me, suckers can't break me
Back to back jabs, but I'm still gettin' eighty
Just to walk through, and have them hoes going crazy
All this cash money, got me stuntin', like I'm Baby
Posted up with Nicki, that's when it get tricky
Niggas in their feelings, that's when it get drizzy
Speaking on the Chasers, definitely get busy
We get money, stay a hundred, we don't never keep it 50
And we don't cosign no rats over here, my G
On scopes on them straps over here, my G
Lot of security with badges over there, I see
You brought the law with you, I brought them hittas with me
It ain't a nigga that I met I thought was realer than me
I'm 'bout to take 'em 4th quarter, I can feel it in me
Catch 'em on the inbound, watching for the shot clock
5-4-3-2-1, pull up for the jumpshot
Swish, nigga! We used to play Sega
Now its Glock 40, with the red lasers
Niggas want to kill us, but they can't fade us
Play them corners, we trappin', watch for the damn neighbors
Call the cops on us, and we had them Glocks on us
Pocket full of rocks on us, they was sending SWAT for us
Super predators, is what they said of us
Watching bodies drop on the regular, it was regular
Said it made us cold, but really that shit affected us
Fell in love with hoes, they the only one that accepted us
White folks was prejudiced, so the foreign's all black
We done turned nothing into something; what you call that?
Eighteen, caught my first case, had to fall back
Ten years of probation probably set us all back
Started public housing, now we Kings
Grandma and Mama, we called 'em queens
Chasing that money, and chasing dreams
Serving out people, 'cause they was fiends
On the North side of Philly, where niggas'll serve they mamas
And go spend that money they made on a new designer
They say I'm still stuck in my ways, and to be honest
I probably am; sorry, Your Honor!
I was made like this, I was raised like this
Selling coke to get a mil, shit, I got paid like this
New York City! What we doing, Flex?
Special cloth, special cloth
Shout out to DJ Khaled, this that special cloth
At the radio station
Going brazy with your boys in the building
New York City, what the fuck is up?
We here! Let's get it! Let's get it, Flex!
I'm from a hood of broken dreams
Shots firing, yellow tape on the scene, as spooky as Halloween
Go to school, what do you mean?
When your mama a fiend but your lil' sister a queen
And the fridge so empty it's hurtin' your self-esteem
Now to get out on the corner and get it by any means
How the judge gon' judge us when this is all that we seen?
This is all that we know, eviction note at the door
So we pray like we gon' get to eat one day
I promise we gon' beat them streets one day
Running 'round, living reckless
Knowing we gon' live at peace one day
I'm thinking, "Should I get to sleep some day?"
'Cause I've been up all night chasing this cake
To feed my mama and them
Summer-time, you hear them sirens again
They said, "That boy won't make it."
You hear them screams, Mama crying again
We had to kill and get as violent as them, we tryna live
My young bull, she was supposed to go to the league
Started popping on them P's, running 'round with the fleas
All them A's and them B's start to turn into C's
Go from crossing niggas over into running from D's
'Fore you know it coppers pointing at you, telling you "Freeze!"
And you can't afford a lawyer, so they telling you "Plea!"
Man, this shit worse than cancer, like a fucking disease
Living this nightmare, they telling us "Dream!"
Look what they did to Martin Luther, bullet holes in our Kings
And they wonder why we never believe
And they wonder why we never would leave
Nigga, we poor, young niggas worrying about that corner store
But the chinks own that
And you claiming that's your block; who you think own that?
Quicksand in the hood and we gon' sink on that
You should think on that
Poison water out in Flint, they let them little babies drink on that; they don't care about us
New York City
DC4 on the motherfucking way
You already know what it is
We only doing it strictly for the streets
We ain't doing it for the Internet
Strictly inspiration for the streets
Motivation for my young niggas behind them walls
My young niggas stuck in the trenches
You know what it is
New York City like my second home, nigga
Flex, we in the building
Hot97, you already know what it is
Views from the trap, nigga
I'm back, nigga, with two 9's; Warren Sapp, nigga
The crack dealers was new slaves, I toot Tre's
Jordan with the mic, making dudes fade, I do says
Sippin' on that shit like it's Kool-Aid
Rollie with the blue face, diamonds, they clear as Blu-ray
Suckers all in they new ways, different chapter, a new page
You fake if you don't speak to me
Real soon as you wave, I get it
Favorite singer, favorite rapper, I hit it, I'm with it
Try to tell me I'm losing and niggas winnin'?
They ain't want to see me on the yacht, no
They don't want to see me in the drop, no
Coming down Collins with my young niggas wildin' on the bike
Vroom, vroom, 12 o' clock, whoa
Hear no evil, I don't see no evil
Pocket full of dead presidents; them C-note people
We thought you was flamin' hot, why you cheat those people?
You fraud niggas, we can't believe those people
I need a witness
Now back to them trenches, we trap on them benches
With MAC's with extensions, this Shawshank Redemption
Locked my body up, but my soul free
Niggas do not know me, so how could they oppose me?
Kill 'em with success, they gon' kill me with emojis
Kill me with a meme, you pussies never could expose me
Did I fuck his bitch? Maybe it was the 'gram
Hurting these niggas hearts, I really can't understand
I started off with a dollar, turned it into a grand
Flipped it into a milli, I'm still reppin' my city
I pull up poppin' a wheelie, bending corners on coppers
Toting choppers and whiping the work up like Betty Crocker
Money, power, the crab in the barrel, no getting out it
What I told 'em, but I'm in Miami eating on Lobster
Bad bitches, I bag bitches that bag bitches
They mad niggas, they only hate, I get the cash quicker
Savages that blast with us, I past niggas
I lap niggas, I bend the corner, ride past niggas
I know how that money feel
Delaware State, landing choppers on the fucking field
My life so fucking real
I don't never go to sleep, 'cause I'm trying to see a hundred mil
That automatic automatically on me
I automatically clap suckers for running up on me
And automatically smack suckers and fuck up their homies
Finna fuck up that money, you think it did something to me?
I do things, new things
I'm getting blue cheese, no hot wings
I really cop things, new V's and hard top
And y'all niggas saying hoop dreams was hard rock
And serving samples to the new fiends, whoa
They see us, Funk Flex, Meek Mill, 017
I mean, why not?
Dreamchasers in the building, you know what it is
Philly, New York City, what's up?
All my NY niggas, what's up?
The mafia, ha, let's get it!
Mixed the Balmain with the Bape shit, I've been going ape shit
Finna go banana like the K clip
Niggas talk about me, they see me and never say shit
Keep them suckers dippin' and dodgin', like it's The Matrix
Heart full of hatred, show it on the Internet
Weirdo niggas in my comments, but we ain't into that
We was in there making it double and tryna get it back
Bust a thousand traps all in it and take that rental back
Couple hundred, tint it black, tryna make a mil in it
I'm a let 'em shuffle when I cut it, got to deal with it
When I got it, put my homies on like a real nigga
And they all still with us
Seen too many trill niggas fall to let you bitch niggas beat me
'Fore I take a loss they gon' have to RIP me
But that'll never happen, take this war shit deeply
My young niggas starving in them trenches and they need me
They like, "Meek Milly, won't you spit that crack again?"
Fake niggas up three, bring us back again
Riding down Broad Street, I'm in the Bach again
I bully niggas, I'm unlike Mac again
Philly, money can't make me, suckers can't break me
Back to back jabs, but I'm still gettin' eighty
Just to walk through, and have them hoes going crazy
All this cash money, got me stuntin', like I'm Baby
Posted up with Nicki, that's when it get tricky
Niggas in their feelings, that's when it get drizzy
Speaking on the Chasers, definitely get busy
We get money, stay a hundred, we don't never keep it 50
And we don't cosign no rats over here, my G
On scopes on them straps over here, my G
Lot of security with badges over there, I see
You brought the law with you, I brought them hittas with me
It ain't a nigga that I met I thought was realer than me
I'm 'bout to take 'em 4th quarter, I can feel it in me
Catch 'em on the inbound, watching for the shot clock
5-4-3-2-1, pull up for the jumpshot
Swish, nigga! We used to play Sega
Now its Glock 40, with the red lasers
Niggas want to kill us, but they can't fade us
Play them corners, we trappin', watch for the damn neighbors
Call the cops on us, and we had them Glocks on us
Pocket full of rocks on us, they was sending SWAT for us
Super predators, is what they said of us
Watching bodies drop on the regular, it was regular
Said it made us cold, but really that shit affected us
Fell in love with hoes, they the only one that accepted us
White folks was prejudiced, so the foreign's all black
We done turned nothing into something; what you call that?
Eighteen, caught my first case, had to fall back
Ten years of probation probably set us all back
Started public housing, now we Kings
Grandma and Mama, we called 'em queens
Chasing that money, and chasing dreams
Serving out people, 'cause they was fiends
On the North side of Philly, where niggas'll serve they mamas
And go spend that money they made on a new designer
They say I'm still stuck in my ways, and to be honest
I probably am; sorry, Your Honor!
I was made like this, I was raised like this
Selling coke to get a mil, shit, I got paid like this
New York City! What we doing, Flex?
Special cloth, special cloth
Shout out to DJ Khaled, this that special cloth
At the radio station
Going brazy with your boys in the building
New York City, what the fuck is up?
We here! Let's get it! Let's get it, Flex!
I'm from a hood of broken dreams
Shots firing, yellow tape on the scene, as spooky as Halloween
Go to school, what do you mean?
When your mama a fiend but your lil' sister a queen
And the fridge so empty it's hurtin' your self-esteem
Now to get out on the corner and get it by any means
How the judge gon' judge us when this is all that we seen?
This is all that we know, eviction note at the door
So we pray like we gon' get to eat one day
I promise we gon' beat them streets one day
Running 'round, living reckless
Knowing we gon' live at peace one day
I'm thinking, "Should I get to sleep some day?"
'Cause I've been up all night chasing this cake
To feed my mama and them
Summer-time, you hear them sirens again
They said, "That boy won't make it."
You hear them screams, Mama crying again
We had to kill and get as violent as them, we tryna live
My young bull, she was supposed to go to the league
Started popping on them P's, running 'round with the fleas
All them A's and them B's start to turn into C's
Go from crossing niggas over into running from D's
'Fore you know it coppers pointing at you, telling you "Freeze!"
And you can't afford a lawyer, so they telling you "Plea!"
Man, this shit worse than cancer, like a fucking disease
Living this nightmare, they telling us "Dream!"
Look what they did to Martin Luther, bullet holes in our Kings
And they wonder why we never believe
And they wonder why we never would leave
Nigga, we poor, young niggas worrying about that corner store
But the chinks own that
And you claiming that's your block; who you think own that?
Quicksand in the hood and we gon' sink on that
You should think on that
Poison water out in Flint, they let them little babies drink on that; they don't care about us
New York City
DC4 on the motherfucking way
You already know what it is
We only doing it strictly for the streets
We ain't doing it for the Internet
Strictly inspiration for the streets
Motivation for my young niggas behind them walls
My young niggas stuck in the trenches
You know what it is
New York City like my second home, nigga
Flex, we in the building
Hot97, you already know what it is
Views from the trap, nigga
I'm back, nigga, with two 9's; Warren Sapp, nigga
The crack dealers was new slaves, I toot Tre's
Jordan with the mic, making dudes fade, I do says
Sippin' on that shit like it's Kool-Aid
Rollie with the blue face, diamonds, they clear as Blu-ray
Suckers all in they new ways, different chapter, a new page
You fake if you don't speak to me
Real soon as you wave, I get it
Favorite singer, favorite rapper, I hit it, I'm with it
Try to tell me I'm losing and niggas winnin'?
They ain't want to see me on the yacht, no
They don't want to see me in the drop, no
Coming down Collins with my young niggas wildin' on the bike
Vroom, vroom, 12 o' clock, whoa
Hear no evil, I don't see no evil
Pocket full of dead presidents; them C-note people
We thought you was flamin' hot, why you cheat those people?
You fraud niggas, we can't believe those people
I need a witness
Now back to them trenches, we trap on them benches
With MAC's with extensions, this Shawshank Redemption
Locked my body up, but my soul free
Niggas do not know me, so how could they oppose me?
Kill 'em with success, they gon' kill me with emojis
Kill me with a meme, you pussies never could expose me
Did I fuck his bitch? Maybe it was the 'gram
Hurting these niggas hearts, I really can't understand
I started off with a dollar, turned it into a grand
Flipped it into a milli, I'm still reppin' my city
I pull up poppin' a wheelie, bending corners on coppers
Toting choppers and whiping the work up like Betty Crocker
Money, power, the crab in the barrel, no getting out it
What I told 'em, but I'm in Miami eating on Lobster
Bad bitches, I bag bitches that bag bitches
They mad niggas, they only hate, I get the cash quicker
Savages that blast with us, I past niggas
I lap niggas, I bend the corner, ride past niggas
I know how that money feel
Delaware State, landing choppers on the fucking field
My life so fucking real
I don't never go to sleep, 'cause I'm trying to see a hundred mil
That automatic automatically on me
I automatically clap suckers for running up on me
And automatically smack suckers and fuck up their homies
Finna fuck up that money, you think it did something to me?
I do things, new things
I'm getting blue cheese, no hot wings
I really cop things, new V's and hard top
And y'all niggas saying hoop dreams was hard rock
And serving samples to the new fiends, whoa
From Da Bottom lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Guordan)
[Intro: Meek Mill]
Young niggas gettin money
And we don't owe yo niggas shit
I'm from Philly nigga
We come from the bottom
Come from nothin
And niggas got the nerve to ask me why I'm stuntin?
Huh?
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
I'da sip Ciroc with Diddy
Drunk Spade with Hov
In the vip with a 40
With some badass hoes
Had my grip on my forty
Still was at that stove
The same night word got cooked half that sold pyrex and a triple beam
Like Mr. King had a dream we ain't miss a thing
Talkin dirty to these niggas with my listerine
If I was there you know we ball Mr. clean
I'm talkin LIV Sunday blowin hella racks
Just gettin right cause in my life I been from Hell and back
I'm just that nice and I don't write so you can tell em that
I'm just makin up for nice when I was sellin crack
On the corner in the cold trying to sling them O's
And half my niggas in the city went against the code
Them niggas cold still partying them niggas bold
But I'm like fuck it I'm young and gettin it them niggas old
Take a walk up to that mirror boy and take a look at yourself
You see a kid all nigga just looking for help
And every night I'm in the studio killin myself
A lot of niggas hatin on me now cause I'm feelin myself
Fuck em though
They screaming be humble, boy be humble
But ain't nobody say that when my stomach used to rumble
Looked in a cell when I saw my dreams crumble
Now I'm out here buzzin you can here the bee's bumble
[Bridge: Buordan]
Seen some things that can't be told
I was told these roads were pure as gold
I never told I never sell my my soul
I just went at every thing I dove
[Hook: Guordan]
Nobody's going back to da bottom
Nobody's going to da bottom
I can't be every nigga role model
I can't go back to the bottom
[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Niggas gettin high
Just to take the pain away
When I'm just gettin by a couple million for a rainy day
Off season but I practice like I got a game today
And everybody ain't gon make it out it's genesay
Feeling like Mike before the fade away
I'm like should I take the shot? or let it fade away?
And all this love I'm getting ain't gon take the hate away
But these haters motivate me in a crazy way
Ain't no I in team
From what I've seen every man for himself
Well, until I intervene I put my niggas on
Paper we swarm paper like lions when they smell blood
When dream shatters they sell love like cocaine
Or heroin from heroin I'm Cobain
I'm blowing up I did my own thing
They want my soul and my body for a little chain
I'm dancing with the luminati call it Soul Train
Nigga
[Bridge]
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
Yeah, Last night I forgot to pray for shit that I got today
The devil ran the corner and the reaper a block away
It's body after body very few it's finer way
You got right for the hook like you stickin Dr. J
My defensive is like three fences and a brick wall
I get soft every time we go against ya'll
I'm on guard play the point like I'm Chris Paul
You get cross like hey I did mine for this ball
For this rock you get shot big dog
Cause in this game we shootin metal like it's pin ball
I put this mac to your face like lip gloss
And do you right and put you on ice like Lindros
Nigga
[Hook]
[Verse 4: Meek Mill]
I started with a dollar and a dream
And I'm willing to go and get it by any means
I can't be every nigga role model
Why nobody my role model
I got my own son and race
And my life is very precious
And my son expect me to walk through that door every night
So any nigga try and stop my shine gotta get it
All my niggas out to get it
And we ain't never goin back to the bottom
None of my niggas
I hear everybody talkin
He spending too much money be humble
Man fuck all that
Who was talkin when I was dead broke starvin huh?
Ay Guttta, what these niggas talkin huh?
It's D.C. double M, G
We been jumped out the barrel on your crab ass niggas
You heard me?
Meek Milly, real nigga For Life!
Young niggas gettin money
And we don't owe yo niggas shit
I'm from Philly nigga
We come from the bottom
Come from nothin
And niggas got the nerve to ask me why I'm stuntin?
Huh?
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
I'da sip Ciroc with Diddy
Drunk Spade with Hov
In the vip with a 40
With some badass hoes
Had my grip on my forty
Still was at that stove
The same night word got cooked half that sold pyrex and a triple beam
Like Mr. King had a dream we ain't miss a thing
Talkin dirty to these niggas with my listerine
If I was there you know we ball Mr. clean
I'm talkin LIV Sunday blowin hella racks
Just gettin right cause in my life I been from Hell and back
I'm just that nice and I don't write so you can tell em that
I'm just makin up for nice when I was sellin crack
On the corner in the cold trying to sling them O's
And half my niggas in the city went against the code
Them niggas cold still partying them niggas bold
But I'm like fuck it I'm young and gettin it them niggas old
Take a walk up to that mirror boy and take a look at yourself
You see a kid all nigga just looking for help
And every night I'm in the studio killin myself
A lot of niggas hatin on me now cause I'm feelin myself
Fuck em though
They screaming be humble, boy be humble
But ain't nobody say that when my stomach used to rumble
Looked in a cell when I saw my dreams crumble
Now I'm out here buzzin you can here the bee's bumble
[Bridge: Buordan]
Seen some things that can't be told
I was told these roads were pure as gold
I never told I never sell my my soul
I just went at every thing I dove
[Hook: Guordan]
Nobody's going back to da bottom
Nobody's going to da bottom
I can't be every nigga role model
I can't go back to the bottom
[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Niggas gettin high
Just to take the pain away
When I'm just gettin by a couple million for a rainy day
Off season but I practice like I got a game today
And everybody ain't gon make it out it's genesay
Feeling like Mike before the fade away
I'm like should I take the shot? or let it fade away?
And all this love I'm getting ain't gon take the hate away
But these haters motivate me in a crazy way
Ain't no I in team
From what I've seen every man for himself
Well, until I intervene I put my niggas on
Paper we swarm paper like lions when they smell blood
When dream shatters they sell love like cocaine
Or heroin from heroin I'm Cobain
I'm blowing up I did my own thing
They want my soul and my body for a little chain
I'm dancing with the luminati call it Soul Train
Nigga
[Bridge]
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
Yeah, Last night I forgot to pray for shit that I got today
The devil ran the corner and the reaper a block away
It's body after body very few it's finer way
You got right for the hook like you stickin Dr. J
My defensive is like three fences and a brick wall
I get soft every time we go against ya'll
I'm on guard play the point like I'm Chris Paul
You get cross like hey I did mine for this ball
For this rock you get shot big dog
Cause in this game we shootin metal like it's pin ball
I put this mac to your face like lip gloss
And do you right and put you on ice like Lindros
Nigga
[Hook]
[Verse 4: Meek Mill]
I started with a dollar and a dream
And I'm willing to go and get it by any means
I can't be every nigga role model
Why nobody my role model
I got my own son and race
And my life is very precious
And my son expect me to walk through that door every night
So any nigga try and stop my shine gotta get it
All my niggas out to get it
And we ain't never goin back to the bottom
None of my niggas
I hear everybody talkin
He spending too much money be humble
Man fuck all that
Who was talkin when I was dead broke starvin huh?
Ay Guttta, what these niggas talkin huh?
It's D.C. double M, G
We been jumped out the barrel on your crab ass niggas
You heard me?
Meek Milly, real nigga For Life!
Funk Flex Freestyle #017 lyrics - Meek Mill
What we doing, Flex?
They see us, Funk Flex, Meek Mill, 017
I mean, why not?
Dreamchasers in the building, you know what it is
Philly, New York City, what's up?
All my NY niggas, what's up?
The mafia, ha, let's get it
Mixed the Balmain with the Bape shit
I've been going ape shit
Finna go banana like the K clip
Niggas talk about me they see me and never say shit
Keep them suckers dipping and dodging like it's The Matrix
Heart full of hatred, show it on the Internet
Weirdo niggas in my comments, but we ain't into that
We was in there making it double and tryna get it back
Bust a thousand traps all in it and take that rental back
Couple hundred, tint it black, tryna make a mil in
I'mma let 'em shuffle when I cut it, got to deal with it
When I go it, put my homies on like a real nigga
And they all still with us
Seen too many trill niggas fall to let you bitch niggas beat me
'Fore I take a loss they gon' have to RIP me
But that'll never happen take this war shit deeply
My young niggas starving in them trenches and they need me
They like, "Meek Milly, won't you spit that crack again?"
Fake niggas up three, bring us back again
Riding down Broad Street, I'm in the Bach again
I bully niggas I'm like Mac again, Philly
Money can't make me, suckers can't break me
Back to back Jasper, I'm still gettin' eighty
Just to walk through and have them hoes going crazy
All this cash money got me stuntin' like I'm Baby
Posted up with Nicki, that's when it get tricky
Niggas in their feelings, that's when it get Drizzy
Speaking on the Chasers, definitely get busy
We get money stay a hundred we don't never keep it 50
And we don't consign no rats over here my G
On scopes on them straps over here my G
Lot of security with badges over there I see
You brought the law with you I brought them hittas with me
It ain't a nigga that I met I though was realer than me
I'm 'bout to take 'em 4th quarter I can feel it in me
Catch 'em on the inbound, watching for the shot clock
5-4-3-2-1 pull up for the jumpshot, swish nigga
We used to play Sega
Now its Glock 40 with the red lasers
Niggas want to kill us but they can't fade us
Play them corners we trapping watch for the damn neighbors
Call the cops on us and we had them Glocks on us
Pocket full of rocks on us they was sending SWAT for us
Super predators is what they said of us
Watching bodies on the regular it was regular
Said it made us cold but really that shit affected us
Fell in love hoes they the only one that accepted us
White folks was prejudiced so the foreigns all black
We done turned nothing into something what you call that
Eighteen caught my first case had to fall back
Ten years of probation prolly set us all back
Started public housing, now we Kings
Grandma and momma we called 'em queens
Chasing that money and chasing dreams
Swerving out perople cause they was fiends
On the North side of Philly where niggas'll serve they mommas
And go spend that money they made on designer
They say I'm still stuck in my ways and to be honest
I prolly am, sorry Your Honor
I was made like this, I was raised like this
Selling coke to get a mil I was paid like this
New York City what we doing Flex
I'm from a hood of broken dreams
Shots firing yellow tape on the scene
As spooky as Halloween
Go to school what do you mean?
When your momma a fiend but your lil' sister a queen
And the fridge so empty its hurtin' your self esteem
Now to get out on the corner and get it by any means
How the judge gon' judge us when this is all that we seen
This is all that we know, eviction note at the door
So we pray like, we gon' get to eat one day
I promise we gon' beat them streets one day
Running living reckless knowing we gon' live at peace one day
I'm thinking should I get to sleep some day
Cause I've been up all night chasing this cake to feed my momma and them
Summertime you hear them sirens again
They said that boy won't make it you hear them screams momma crying again
We had to kill and get as violent as them, we tryna live
My young bull she was supposed to go to the league
Started popping on the P's runing around with the fleas
All them As and them Bs start to turn into Cs
Go from crossing niggas over into running form Ds
Fore you know it coppers pointing at you telling you freeze
And you can't afford a lawyer so they telling you plea
Man this shit worst than cancer like a fucking disease
Living this nightmare they telling us dream
Look what they did to Martin Luther bullet holes in our Kings
And they wonder why we never believe
And they wonder why would leave nigga we poor
Young niggas worrying about that corner store but the chinks on that
And you claiming that's your block who you think own that
Quicksand in the hood and we gon' sink on that
You should think on thatYou should think on that
Poison water out in Flint they let them little babies drink on that
They don't care about us
New York City
DC4 on the motherfucking way
You already know what it is
We only doing it strictly for the streets
We ain't doing it for the internet
Strictly inspiration for the streets
Motivation for my young niggas behind them wall
My young niggas stuck in the trenches
You know what it is
New York City like my second home nigga
Views from the trap nigga
I'm back nigga with two nines Warren Sapp nigga
The crack dealers was new slaves I toot Tre's
Jordan with the mic making dues fade I do says
Sipping on that shit like its Kool-Aid
Rollie with the blue face, diamonds clear as blu ray
Suckers all in they new ways, different chapter a new page
You fake if you don't speak to me
Real soon as you wave I get it
Favorite singer, favorite rapper, I hit it I'm with it
Try to tell me I'm losing and niggas winning
They want to see me on the yacht, no
They want to see me in the drop, no
Coming down Collins with my young niggas wilding on the bike
Vroom, vroom 12 o' clock, woah
Hear no evil I don't see no evil
Pocket full of dead presidents them C note people
WE though you was flaming hot why you cheat those people
You fraud niggas we don't believe those people
I need a witness
Now back to them trenches, we trap on them benches
With macs with extensions, this Shawshank Redeption
Lock my body up but my soul free
Niggas do not know me so how could they appose me
Kill 'em with success they gon' kill me with emojis
Kill me with a meme you nigga couldn't expose me
Did I fuck his bitch?
Maybe it was the 'gram
Hurting these niggas hearts I really can't understand
I started off with a dollar, turned it into a grand
Flipped it to a milli, I'm still reppin' my city
I pull up poppin' a wheelie
Bending corners on coppers
Toting choppers and whiping the work up like Betty Crocker
Money, power, the crab in the barrel no getting out it
What I told 'em but I'm in Miami eating on lobster
Bad bitches I bag bitches that bag bitches
They mad niggas they only hate I get the cash quicker
Savages that blast with us I past niggas I lap niggas
I bend the corner I ride past niggas
I know how that money feel
Delaware State landing chopper son the fucking field
My life so fucking real
I don't ever go to sleep cause I'm trying to see a hundred mil
That automatic, automatically on me
I automatically clap suckers for running on me
And automatically slap suckers and fuck up their homies
Finna fuck up that money you think it did something to me
I do thing, new thing
I'm getting blue cheese, no hot wings
I really cop things, new Vs and hard top
And y'all niggas had hoop dreams was hard rock
And serving samples to the new fiends woah
They see us, Funk Flex, Meek Mill, 017
I mean, why not?
Dreamchasers in the building, you know what it is
Philly, New York City, what's up?
All my NY niggas, what's up?
The mafia, ha, let's get it
Mixed the Balmain with the Bape shit
I've been going ape shit
Finna go banana like the K clip
Niggas talk about me they see me and never say shit
Keep them suckers dipping and dodging like it's The Matrix
Heart full of hatred, show it on the Internet
Weirdo niggas in my comments, but we ain't into that
We was in there making it double and tryna get it back
Bust a thousand traps all in it and take that rental back
Couple hundred, tint it black, tryna make a mil in
I'mma let 'em shuffle when I cut it, got to deal with it
When I go it, put my homies on like a real nigga
And they all still with us
Seen too many trill niggas fall to let you bitch niggas beat me
'Fore I take a loss they gon' have to RIP me
But that'll never happen take this war shit deeply
My young niggas starving in them trenches and they need me
They like, "Meek Milly, won't you spit that crack again?"
Fake niggas up three, bring us back again
Riding down Broad Street, I'm in the Bach again
I bully niggas I'm like Mac again, Philly
Money can't make me, suckers can't break me
Back to back Jasper, I'm still gettin' eighty
Just to walk through and have them hoes going crazy
All this cash money got me stuntin' like I'm Baby
Posted up with Nicki, that's when it get tricky
Niggas in their feelings, that's when it get Drizzy
Speaking on the Chasers, definitely get busy
We get money stay a hundred we don't never keep it 50
And we don't consign no rats over here my G
On scopes on them straps over here my G
Lot of security with badges over there I see
You brought the law with you I brought them hittas with me
It ain't a nigga that I met I though was realer than me
I'm 'bout to take 'em 4th quarter I can feel it in me
Catch 'em on the inbound, watching for the shot clock
5-4-3-2-1 pull up for the jumpshot, swish nigga
We used to play Sega
Now its Glock 40 with the red lasers
Niggas want to kill us but they can't fade us
Play them corners we trapping watch for the damn neighbors
Call the cops on us and we had them Glocks on us
Pocket full of rocks on us they was sending SWAT for us
Super predators is what they said of us
Watching bodies on the regular it was regular
Said it made us cold but really that shit affected us
Fell in love hoes they the only one that accepted us
White folks was prejudiced so the foreigns all black
We done turned nothing into something what you call that
Eighteen caught my first case had to fall back
Ten years of probation prolly set us all back
Started public housing, now we Kings
Grandma and momma we called 'em queens
Chasing that money and chasing dreams
Swerving out perople cause they was fiends
On the North side of Philly where niggas'll serve they mommas
And go spend that money they made on designer
They say I'm still stuck in my ways and to be honest
I prolly am, sorry Your Honor
I was made like this, I was raised like this
Selling coke to get a mil I was paid like this
New York City what we doing Flex
I'm from a hood of broken dreams
Shots firing yellow tape on the scene
As spooky as Halloween
Go to school what do you mean?
When your momma a fiend but your lil' sister a queen
And the fridge so empty its hurtin' your self esteem
Now to get out on the corner and get it by any means
How the judge gon' judge us when this is all that we seen
This is all that we know, eviction note at the door
So we pray like, we gon' get to eat one day
I promise we gon' beat them streets one day
Running living reckless knowing we gon' live at peace one day
I'm thinking should I get to sleep some day
Cause I've been up all night chasing this cake to feed my momma and them
Summertime you hear them sirens again
They said that boy won't make it you hear them screams momma crying again
We had to kill and get as violent as them, we tryna live
My young bull she was supposed to go to the league
Started popping on the P's runing around with the fleas
All them As and them Bs start to turn into Cs
Go from crossing niggas over into running form Ds
Fore you know it coppers pointing at you telling you freeze
And you can't afford a lawyer so they telling you plea
Man this shit worst than cancer like a fucking disease
Living this nightmare they telling us dream
Look what they did to Martin Luther bullet holes in our Kings
And they wonder why we never believe
And they wonder why would leave nigga we poor
Young niggas worrying about that corner store but the chinks on that
And you claiming that's your block who you think own that
Quicksand in the hood and we gon' sink on that
You should think on thatYou should think on that
Poison water out in Flint they let them little babies drink on that
They don't care about us
New York City
DC4 on the motherfucking way
You already know what it is
We only doing it strictly for the streets
We ain't doing it for the internet
Strictly inspiration for the streets
Motivation for my young niggas behind them wall
My young niggas stuck in the trenches
You know what it is
New York City like my second home nigga
Views from the trap nigga
I'm back nigga with two nines Warren Sapp nigga
The crack dealers was new slaves I toot Tre's
Jordan with the mic making dues fade I do says
Sipping on that shit like its Kool-Aid
Rollie with the blue face, diamonds clear as blu ray
Suckers all in they new ways, different chapter a new page
You fake if you don't speak to me
Real soon as you wave I get it
Favorite singer, favorite rapper, I hit it I'm with it
Try to tell me I'm losing and niggas winning
They want to see me on the yacht, no
They want to see me in the drop, no
Coming down Collins with my young niggas wilding on the bike
Vroom, vroom 12 o' clock, woah
Hear no evil I don't see no evil
Pocket full of dead presidents them C note people
WE though you was flaming hot why you cheat those people
You fraud niggas we don't believe those people
I need a witness
Now back to them trenches, we trap on them benches
With macs with extensions, this Shawshank Redeption
Lock my body up but my soul free
Niggas do not know me so how could they appose me
Kill 'em with success they gon' kill me with emojis
Kill me with a meme you nigga couldn't expose me
Did I fuck his bitch?
Maybe it was the 'gram
Hurting these niggas hearts I really can't understand
I started off with a dollar, turned it into a grand
Flipped it to a milli, I'm still reppin' my city
I pull up poppin' a wheelie
Bending corners on coppers
Toting choppers and whiping the work up like Betty Crocker
Money, power, the crab in the barrel no getting out it
What I told 'em but I'm in Miami eating on lobster
Bad bitches I bag bitches that bag bitches
They mad niggas they only hate I get the cash quicker
Savages that blast with us I past niggas I lap niggas
I bend the corner I ride past niggas
I know how that money feel
Delaware State landing chopper son the fucking field
My life so fucking real
I don't ever go to sleep cause I'm trying to see a hundred mil
That automatic, automatically on me
I automatically clap suckers for running on me
And automatically slap suckers and fuck up their homies
Finna fuck up that money you think it did something to me
I do thing, new thing
I'm getting blue cheese, no hot wings
I really cop things, new Vs and hard top
And y'all niggas had hoop dreams was hard rock
And serving samples to the new fiends woah
FYM (Fuck You Mean) lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Boosie Badazz)
[Intro - Meek Mill:]
Hold up wait a minute
Y'all thought I was finished
[Hook x2 - Meek Mill:]
Fuck you mean boy
I spent a thousand on these mahfucking jeans boy
So much money got it busting out the seams boy
You got my old bitch I took my new bitch out your dreams boy
What the fuck you mean boy
[Bridge x6 - Meek Mill:]
What the fuck you mean, what the fuck you mean
[Verse 1 - Meek Mill:]
Same hoes that said I couldn't get it trying to kick it
Balmain denim spent a thousand on the ticket
Trapping out the bando money knocking like who is it
Think that Benji at the door, grab the chopper go and get it
I sit back all leaning, ain't no rap star neither
Let that mac off screaming, we cook that crack hard, cement
I got your rent on my belt, talking your house on my wrist
Your car note on my jeans, my sneaks bloody as shit
That's murder sing bloody murder bloody murder
I ask your bitch do all this money made her nervous
She do it good and I'mma pay her for her service
When bosses talking shut your mouth if you a worker
Cause I've been working chasing money like I'm hurting
Getting pussy in my Maybach think the driver heard us
Roll the partition up
All in the cut act like this broad give a fuck
I know she down for whatever gon' do it all for a buck
And now that Boosie back home know we gon' ball for a month
Cause real niggas come first that's why we all in the front
And suckas all in the back, and all of us strapped
Why don't we fuck with you pussy niggas, cause all of them rats
[Hook x2 - Meek Mill]
[Bridge x6 - Meek Mill]
[Verse 2 - Lil Boosie:]
I keep a hundred grand in these Robin jeans
What the fuck you mean
Bitches left me in prison they threw away their dreams
I'm the leader of the mad max murder team
Ice man conscious and my money is growing trees
Sicker than ever richer than ever call a Brinks truck
What the fuck you mean girl, its two words bitch fuck
I beat it up, holding my line you better get it up
Buzz strong money long street nigga real as fuck
What the fuck you mean, what the fuck you mean
Fuck you, fuck your momma, and fuck your team
The seems busting out my jeans I need HOV money
No 360 deal this shit real get all my show money
Hold up let me let my money talk
My rollie cost your house, my shows sold out
Got more thousand dollar jeans that there's stores up in the South
In my heart I'm a boss and this is this is this is what the fuck I'm mean
Boosie Badazz ball biggest bank rolls
You can have my old bitch cause I don't do the same hoes
The jeans in my closet add up to a Range Rover
What the fuck you mean I'm that nigga game over
[Hook x2 - Meek Mill]
[Bridge x6 - Meek Mill]
Hold up wait a minute
Y'all thought I was finished
[Hook x2 - Meek Mill:]
Fuck you mean boy
I spent a thousand on these mahfucking jeans boy
So much money got it busting out the seams boy
You got my old bitch I took my new bitch out your dreams boy
What the fuck you mean boy
[Bridge x6 - Meek Mill:]
What the fuck you mean, what the fuck you mean
[Verse 1 - Meek Mill:]
Same hoes that said I couldn't get it trying to kick it
Balmain denim spent a thousand on the ticket
Trapping out the bando money knocking like who is it
Think that Benji at the door, grab the chopper go and get it
I sit back all leaning, ain't no rap star neither
Let that mac off screaming, we cook that crack hard, cement
I got your rent on my belt, talking your house on my wrist
Your car note on my jeans, my sneaks bloody as shit
That's murder sing bloody murder bloody murder
I ask your bitch do all this money made her nervous
She do it good and I'mma pay her for her service
When bosses talking shut your mouth if you a worker
Cause I've been working chasing money like I'm hurting
Getting pussy in my Maybach think the driver heard us
Roll the partition up
All in the cut act like this broad give a fuck
I know she down for whatever gon' do it all for a buck
And now that Boosie back home know we gon' ball for a month
Cause real niggas come first that's why we all in the front
And suckas all in the back, and all of us strapped
Why don't we fuck with you pussy niggas, cause all of them rats
[Hook x2 - Meek Mill]
[Bridge x6 - Meek Mill]
[Verse 2 - Lil Boosie:]
I keep a hundred grand in these Robin jeans
What the fuck you mean
Bitches left me in prison they threw away their dreams
I'm the leader of the mad max murder team
Ice man conscious and my money is growing trees
Sicker than ever richer than ever call a Brinks truck
What the fuck you mean girl, its two words bitch fuck
I beat it up, holding my line you better get it up
Buzz strong money long street nigga real as fuck
What the fuck you mean, what the fuck you mean
Fuck you, fuck your momma, and fuck your team
The seems busting out my jeans I need HOV money
No 360 deal this shit real get all my show money
Hold up let me let my money talk
My rollie cost your house, my shows sold out
Got more thousand dollar jeans that there's stores up in the South
In my heart I'm a boss and this is this is this is what the fuck I'm mean
Boosie Badazz ball biggest bank rolls
You can have my old bitch cause I don't do the same hoes
The jeans in my closet add up to a Range Rover
What the fuck you mean I'm that nigga game over
[Hook x2 - Meek Mill]
[Bridge x6 - Meek Mill]
G's Up lyrics - Meek Mill
It's meek motha fukkin milly yallll
Bh (bh) all ma bitches, all ma babys
You knoe I had to do one for da hoes (hoes)
Haha
HEADSHOT PUSSY
I seyd hoes we never love em
We fukk em nd discuss em
If u ain't fukkin ma man
U probably fukkin ma cuzin
Itsz nuffin how do you want it
Him, him, or me better yet a buffett you can take all 3
But I don't get her number I tell her to call me
Phone rings she with her friends and they wanna par-ty
I tell her meet me hotelly room 1-3
I'll be there in a lil
Me, lil, me lizzle
Stepped up in da telly
Hoes naked already
Lookin all sexy
Screamin daddy come get it
But u ain't gotta tell me twice I be rite in it
Shawty wetter den a pool
I dive up in it like I'm swimmin (SPLASH)
Knockin bitches off daddy this ain't nuffin new
I'm shaggy baby won't u love ma dogg scooby-doo
She seyd this is krazi
But I told her dis is wat we do
Expect the unexpected
U seen the movie to
Rollin threw da block
Banshee on rock
Bad bitch on da back as a 12 oclock
T5 barkin on em
Pt9 taurus on me
Cops come double clutch
Fishtail da corner on me
Ride hard slide off like a maserati
Gettin low up on dat pole
Shyt I be clyde nd she ma bonnie
Ma mammi lil hotti
Vanilla ice cream
Check out her eyes look at her body ma lil rite thing
Bitches be on ma dick
Cus they knoe I be on some shyt
Like if u a fukkin or sukkin don't even jump in da whip
If she ride tell her to jump in
If she ain't tell her to holla
We slidein in da impala
We glyde choppin with choppers
It's still M-O-B
Dem mammis don't get a dolla
I'm tryin to fukk you for free
If u trickin don't even bother
I'm a P-I-M-P makin bitches is ma scholar
Played da blue and white yankee
Striped polo with da colar
Everybody knoe ma name
Meek milly flow is flame
Plus I got that fire puffers call me lil wayne
And I lil game hoes fell a nigga swag
Tryin to fuck me or suck me
Just so they can get dey niggas mad
See dis not da sin-lab
You the one who wifein her
You eatin her nd treatin her
I'm da one dat pipe dat
Soon as I'm finished with her u can have her right back
Before I get a piece of pie ma mans probably slice dat
Breakdown take down shawty keep ya mouth shut
Dis is wat we do 102 u ain't bout dat
I don't give a fukk I'll leave u stuck like a mouse trap
Middle of da city tell ya brother to gte with me
NIGGA(BITCH)
Bh (bh) all ma bitches, all ma babys
You knoe I had to do one for da hoes (hoes)
Haha
HEADSHOT PUSSY
I seyd hoes we never love em
We fukk em nd discuss em
If u ain't fukkin ma man
U probably fukkin ma cuzin
Itsz nuffin how do you want it
Him, him, or me better yet a buffett you can take all 3
But I don't get her number I tell her to call me
Phone rings she with her friends and they wanna par-ty
I tell her meet me hotelly room 1-3
I'll be there in a lil
Me, lil, me lizzle
Stepped up in da telly
Hoes naked already
Lookin all sexy
Screamin daddy come get it
But u ain't gotta tell me twice I be rite in it
Shawty wetter den a pool
I dive up in it like I'm swimmin (SPLASH)
Knockin bitches off daddy this ain't nuffin new
I'm shaggy baby won't u love ma dogg scooby-doo
She seyd this is krazi
But I told her dis is wat we do
Expect the unexpected
U seen the movie to
Rollin threw da block
Banshee on rock
Bad bitch on da back as a 12 oclock
T5 barkin on em
Pt9 taurus on me
Cops come double clutch
Fishtail da corner on me
Ride hard slide off like a maserati
Gettin low up on dat pole
Shyt I be clyde nd she ma bonnie
Ma mammi lil hotti
Vanilla ice cream
Check out her eyes look at her body ma lil rite thing
Bitches be on ma dick
Cus they knoe I be on some shyt
Like if u a fukkin or sukkin don't even jump in da whip
If she ride tell her to jump in
If she ain't tell her to holla
We slidein in da impala
We glyde choppin with choppers
It's still M-O-B
Dem mammis don't get a dolla
I'm tryin to fukk you for free
If u trickin don't even bother
I'm a P-I-M-P makin bitches is ma scholar
Played da blue and white yankee
Striped polo with da colar
Everybody knoe ma name
Meek milly flow is flame
Plus I got that fire puffers call me lil wayne
And I lil game hoes fell a nigga swag
Tryin to fuck me or suck me
Just so they can get dey niggas mad
See dis not da sin-lab
You the one who wifein her
You eatin her nd treatin her
I'm da one dat pipe dat
Soon as I'm finished with her u can have her right back
Before I get a piece of pie ma mans probably slice dat
Breakdown take down shawty keep ya mouth shut
Dis is wat we do 102 u ain't bout dat
I don't give a fukk I'll leave u stuck like a mouse trap
Middle of da city tell ya brother to gte with me
NIGGA(BITCH)
Hustle Hard lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Joey Jihad)
Hustle hard money stack sell dat dope sell dat crack
Sell dat pack sell dat get sell dat pussy holla back
Hustle hard money stack sell dat dope sell dat crack
Sell dat pack sell dat get sell dat pussy holla back
Hustle hard money stack sell dat dope sell dat crack
Sell dat pack sell dat get sell dat pussy holla back
Hustle hard money stack sell dat dope sell dat crack
Sell dat pack sell dat get sell dat pussy holla back
Hustle hard with dat white we get rite from 12 in da after noon to midnight
Mah shit tight betchu dem feenes be right bak I pump all night for dat green
Jus like hess niggaz ruff ride for that cream jus like X dey hustle hard
An bust em all for nice checks we duck da law and brush em off
Jus like dat jus for da G's soon as dey leave we right bakk
Hustle hard neva starve get us all whip it hard get da crack break em off
Bring it back by tomorr hustle hard like a boss let it stack til it's tall like part of?
Hustle hard money stack sell dat dope sell dat crack
Sell dat pack sell dat get sell dat pussy holla back
Hustle hard money stack sell dat dope sell dat crack
Sell dat pack sell dat get sell dat pussy holla back
Hustle hard money stack sell dat dope sell dat crack
Sell dat pack sell dat get sell dat pussy holla back
Hustle hard money stack sell dat dope sell dat crack
Sell dat pack sell dat get sell dat pussy holla back
Hustle hard hustle soft hustle jars hustle bags get a scar hustle scab
If yuh tryna hustle 1/2's hustle here hustle dere where yuh at fuck da law
I ain't scared dey da bear I'm da trap hustle hard I can't put da crack down
? cause I'm fuckin with mac now like power to the wall sideways in the lac now
I fucked a couple up double up an I'm bak now my strip pop mean I move
Da yay around my way I'm da ziplock king if it ain't about a dolla holla grind like a dolla
Holla I be on da grind all the timme like I ain't gott a dolla
Hustle hard money stack sell dat dope sell dat crack
Sell dat pack sell dat get sell dat pussy holla back
Hustle hard money stack sell dat dope sell dat crack
Sell dat pack sell dat get sell dat pussy holla back
Hustle hard money stack sell dat dope sell dat crack
Sell dat pack sell dat get sell dat pussy holla back
Hustle hard money stack sell dat dope sell dat crack
Sell dat pack sell dat get sell dat pussy holla back
Hustle hard money stack sell dat dope sell dat crack
Sell dat pack sell dat get sell dat pussy holla back
Hustle hard with dat white we get rite from 12 in da after noon to midnight
Mah shit tight betchu dem feenes be right bak I pump all night for dat green
Jus like hess niggaz ruff ride for that cream jus like X dey hustle hard
An bust em all for nice checks we duck da law and brush em off
Jus like dat jus for da G's soon as dey leave we right bakk
Hustle hard neva starve get us all whip it hard get da crack break em off
Bring it back by tomorr hustle hard like a boss let it stack til it's tall like part of?
Hustle hard money stack sell dat dope sell dat crack
Sell dat pack sell dat get sell dat pussy holla back
Hustle hard money stack sell dat dope sell dat crack
Sell dat pack sell dat get sell dat pussy holla back
Hustle hard money stack sell dat dope sell dat crack
Sell dat pack sell dat get sell dat pussy holla back
Hustle hard money stack sell dat dope sell dat crack
Sell dat pack sell dat get sell dat pussy holla back
Hustle hard hustle soft hustle jars hustle bags get a scar hustle scab
If yuh tryna hustle 1/2's hustle here hustle dere where yuh at fuck da law
I ain't scared dey da bear I'm da trap hustle hard I can't put da crack down
? cause I'm fuckin with mac now like power to the wall sideways in the lac now
I fucked a couple up double up an I'm bak now my strip pop mean I move
Da yay around my way I'm da ziplock king if it ain't about a dolla holla grind like a dolla
Holla I be on da grind all the timme like I ain't gott a dolla
Hustle hard money stack sell dat dope sell dat crack
Sell dat pack sell dat get sell dat pussy holla back
Hustle hard money stack sell dat dope sell dat crack
I Be On That lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Nicki Minaj, Fabolous & French Montana)
[Intro: Meek Mill]
Ass so fat I need a lapdance
Somebody tell the waitress bring some fuckin' racks in
The stripper run into the pole when we back in
All gold Trinidad James on my Aston
[Hook x2: French Montana]
Its me ho, its me ho
Walk up in this bitch, I fuck shit up then I leave ho
I be on that, I be on that
I be on that, I be on that
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Okay, I walk up in this bitch
I fuck shit up then I leave ho
Pay your car note or get some hundred for that weed ho
Forty-five hundred blow it there go double C's ho
Michael throw birkin bag if you tell me please ho
She gon' make that ass clap
Pop that for a real nigga
I'm gon' throw that cash back, drop that on them real bitches
Murder on that pussy ho
I can't lie I kill bitches
You gon' get like every back end
Ain't true if I deal with you
Young nigga ballin' like I fuckin hit the lottery
You just want the money shorty
You ain't gotta lie to me
All these nigga hatin' on me
Know they wanna body me
Cause every time you see a nigga, I look like a robbery
[Hook x2]
Its me ho, its me ho
Walk up in this bitch, I fuck shit up then I leave ho
I be on that, I be on that
I be on that, I be on that
[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Uhh, Haah?
These bitches study my style on the Come Up DVD
Nicki Dibiase, D.D.T.
It's a ruff ride, E.V.E.
But I win nigga, easy three
Bad Bitch, illegal
These ugly bitches is really boostin' my ego
It's me ho, it's me ho
I'm so fucking famous I can't do shit on the D-low
Ya'll got everybody infiltrating negros
I don't believe em' they lyin' like Leos
Everything these bitches doing I already did it
Watch my World Star interviews, then they mimic
[Hook x2]
Its me ho, its me ho
Walk up in this bitch, I fuck shit up then I leave ho
I be on that, I be on that
I be on that, I be on that
[Verse 3: Fabolous]
Walk up in this bitch, I fuck shit up then I leave ho
Back on my old shit, tell them niggas breathe ho
Cuban on my collar thats a Rollie on my sleeve ho
They be swagger jackin taking styles niggas thieves ho
I fuck then I heave ho
Killed that shit now grieve ho
And don't expect no gifts tomorrow, this ain't Christmas Eve ho
I tell her like them pens we gon' get rich you just better believe ho
I make them gator bags and minked coat pet peeve ho
I guess thats just me ho
Asain chick named me-ho
Do her shit, do my bitch then you come do me ho
I be on that, represent where you be born at
Real niggas can't beat em, then you gotta join that
Where my joint at?
[Hook x2]
Its me ho, its me ho
Walk up in this bitch, I fuck shit up then I leave ho
I be on that, I be on that
I be on that, I be on that
Ass so fat I need a lapdance
Somebody tell the waitress bring some fuckin' racks in
The stripper run into the pole when we back in
All gold Trinidad James on my Aston
[Hook x2: French Montana]
Its me ho, its me ho
Walk up in this bitch, I fuck shit up then I leave ho
I be on that, I be on that
I be on that, I be on that
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Okay, I walk up in this bitch
I fuck shit up then I leave ho
Pay your car note or get some hundred for that weed ho
Forty-five hundred blow it there go double C's ho
Michael throw birkin bag if you tell me please ho
She gon' make that ass clap
Pop that for a real nigga
I'm gon' throw that cash back, drop that on them real bitches
Murder on that pussy ho
I can't lie I kill bitches
You gon' get like every back end
Ain't true if I deal with you
Young nigga ballin' like I fuckin hit the lottery
You just want the money shorty
You ain't gotta lie to me
All these nigga hatin' on me
Know they wanna body me
Cause every time you see a nigga, I look like a robbery
[Hook x2]
Its me ho, its me ho
Walk up in this bitch, I fuck shit up then I leave ho
I be on that, I be on that
I be on that, I be on that
[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Uhh, Haah?
These bitches study my style on the Come Up DVD
Nicki Dibiase, D.D.T.
It's a ruff ride, E.V.E.
But I win nigga, easy three
Bad Bitch, illegal
These ugly bitches is really boostin' my ego
It's me ho, it's me ho
I'm so fucking famous I can't do shit on the D-low
Ya'll got everybody infiltrating negros
I don't believe em' they lyin' like Leos
Everything these bitches doing I already did it
Watch my World Star interviews, then they mimic
[Hook x2]
Its me ho, its me ho
Walk up in this bitch, I fuck shit up then I leave ho
I be on that, I be on that
I be on that, I be on that
[Verse 3: Fabolous]
Walk up in this bitch, I fuck shit up then I leave ho
Back on my old shit, tell them niggas breathe ho
Cuban on my collar thats a Rollie on my sleeve ho
They be swagger jackin taking styles niggas thieves ho
I fuck then I heave ho
Killed that shit now grieve ho
And don't expect no gifts tomorrow, this ain't Christmas Eve ho
I tell her like them pens we gon' get rich you just better believe ho
I make them gator bags and minked coat pet peeve ho
I guess thats just me ho
Asain chick named me-ho
Do her shit, do my bitch then you come do me ho
I be on that, represent where you be born at
Real niggas can't beat em, then you gotta join that
Where my joint at?
[Hook x2]
Its me ho, its me ho
Walk up in this bitch, I fuck shit up then I leave ho
I be on that, I be on that
I be on that, I be on that
I Don't Know lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Paloma Ford)
[Hook - Paloma Ford:]
I don't know what these niggas speaking off
I don't know what these niggas tripping on
Don't touch my niggas I suggest you don't
Boy if you do you must be suicidal
Don't say my name unless you suicidal
Don't get to close unless you suicidal
Don't touch my niggas I suggest you don't
Boy if you do you must be suicidal
[Verse 1 - Meek Mill:]
Money won't ease us
Man niggas even hated on Jesus
Living life on the road on the chase for the money cause the hoes won't please us
Yeezus told us there's blood on the leaves
Ain't no love in the streets
Let her run into me and she wanted to meet, now she fuck with a G
Got your bitch not wanting to speak
Hold up, y'all mahfuckers tried to shit on us
Chain all lit all up
Porsche with the horse like get on up
And my bitch got that shit on her
Rock Balmain cause I'm ballin'
I put red bottoms on red models, and no more red bottles
Straight Belarie nigga every bottles
Ricky Rozay we in here
Double M G we've been here
Straight from the north side right by the project how did I get here
Sippin' on lean with a bad ass bitch from the hills probably live there
And get money like me and the pussy so wet I need swimwear
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - Meek Mill:]
Suicide doors, riding around with a suicide whore
There's no love in the streets and this blood on my sneaks got suicide on them
Going everywhere you are not going
Doing everything you are not doing
And I've been out to get it and you mention my niggas that's suicide on them
Right back to the money my nigga no we don't play
Say my name and that's D.O.A
And all these chains is saying we okay
And we drink champagne and eat Frito Lays
I don't know what these niggas speaking off
I don't know what these niggas tripping on
Don't touch my niggas I suggest you don't
Boy if you do you must be suicidal
Don't say my name unless you suicidal
Don't get to close unless you suicidal
Don't touch my niggas I suggest you don't
Boy if you do you must be suicidal
[Verse 1 - Meek Mill:]
Money won't ease us
Man niggas even hated on Jesus
Living life on the road on the chase for the money cause the hoes won't please us
Yeezus told us there's blood on the leaves
Ain't no love in the streets
Let her run into me and she wanted to meet, now she fuck with a G
Got your bitch not wanting to speak
Hold up, y'all mahfuckers tried to shit on us
Chain all lit all up
Porsche with the horse like get on up
And my bitch got that shit on her
Rock Balmain cause I'm ballin'
I put red bottoms on red models, and no more red bottles
Straight Belarie nigga every bottles
Ricky Rozay we in here
Double M G we've been here
Straight from the north side right by the project how did I get here
Sippin' on lean with a bad ass bitch from the hills probably live there
And get money like me and the pussy so wet I need swimwear
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - Meek Mill:]
Suicide doors, riding around with a suicide whore
There's no love in the streets and this blood on my sneaks got suicide on them
Going everywhere you are not going
Doing everything you are not doing
And I've been out to get it and you mention my niggas that's suicide on them
Right back to the money my nigga no we don't play
Say my name and that's D.O.A
And all these chains is saying we okay
And we drink champagne and eat Frito Lays
I'm A Boss (Remix) lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. T.I., Swizz Beatz, Rick Ross, Lil Wayne, Birdman & DJ Khaled)
[T.I.]
I’m ride or die, as we ridin’ by
Holla westside which side am I?
Beemer 760i, Try me, let off 60 shots
Again we got the city hot and
Poppin’ like it ‘posed to be
Hoes who not menaging got no business standing close to me
So cold, a ferocious G,
Niggas ain't as dope as me, mind you fuckin’ business
Watch ya mouth when you approaching me
I fuck with hoes who fucks with hoes, do pills and powder socially
I like em I don't love ‘em though, cold heart emotionally
Ask me where the ocean is
Ridin in a ghost again
Slap it wit' a lot of spit until she swallow all of it
Call the shots, run the shit
On some big money shit
Serious ’bout my hustle all these cowards on that funny shit
Rappin’ ’bout a bunch of shit
And you ain't even done it yet
You the one they gunnin’ at
How I’m ‘posed to honor that?
You all talk dawg, flow and I ain't having none of that
I’m big boss dawg floss all day, run it back
[Meek Mill - Hook]
Bitch, I’m a BOSS!
Bitch, I’m a BOSS!
I’ma boss, I’ma boss
I play the shots
I call the calls
We in this bitch
It’s goin’ down
Yeah, I’m the king
Now where my mufuckin’ crown?
[Swiss Beatz]
You a boss, you a boss
He don’t care what it cost
You just buy that muthafucka and you throw that shit on?
You be poppin’ them tags
We just throw it in bags
And then we hit the fucking block, we be dropping them rags
[Meek Mill]
Started with a dollar, turned it to a M
Used to ride Impala, turned it to a Benz
Niggaz used hate me, turned into my friends
You should see how people treat you when that money coming in
Bad bitches callin’ cause I’m ballin’
And these niggas hatin’ on me cause they starving and I’m parking Aston Martin’s where they walking
These bitches ain’t important, they informants really talking when the people get to honking
I’ma a boss, really, Nino or Al Pacino
> Hundred racks on his Rollie, it light up like a casino
Niggas really be fraud, I’ma keep it a c-note
> Got shooters down in Miami
They throw it like Dan Marino
[Rick Ross]
Had a couple seizures, call it minor setbacks
Everybody praying for me, I respect that
Woke up in the hospital, where my checks at?
Then I put 8 chains where my necks at
> Hopping in the Ghost I feel I’m best at
Worth 40 M’s so respect that
> I put all my jewels on just to bone your chick
You know the boss well known for leaving bonuses
We making money, may it marinate
When the work clean, cut it like it’s carrot cake
D-boys love the way I narrate
I still whip it like it’s Anna Mae [Tina Turner reference]
Remember momma had a cavalier
Now she living like a Cleveland Cavalier
Better check the stats, we filling arena’s
And I got the gats, Gilbert Arenas
[Hook]
[Swizz Beatz]
You a boss, you a boss
75, 7 showers on her
Spend about 13 hours on it
757 with the showers on it
We spent about 13 hours on it
[Lil Wayne]
Look, I be probably on my skateboard, tryna learn a new trick
I just fucked the avatar, now I got a blue dick
Money talks, bullshit walks if the shoe fit
You pushing up daisies, daffodils, tulips
I’m in my zone, I’m Angie Stone
I point the pistol at you like a camera phone
I’m Young money, cash money, I’m not human
Boy, I’m tryna get money money like Mark Cuban
If she don’t respect me, she gon' respect this dick
The World is an asshole and we the next big shit
Damn right I gang bang, tell ‘em blood up slime
Fuck off, I had to say fuck one time, get it?
[Birdman]
When I came up in this bitch I was shining every summer
Took the whole thing, the young nigga doing numbers
Tote two nine bitch, iced out stuntin’
Candy on the ave, candy on the slab
Hundred G’s nigga, Cash Money millionaires
Hundred mill nigga, how we flipped it off the ave
Blood rich gang, you know we filled it nigga
The money do swing behind a killin’ nigga
Catch me uptown puttin’ it down
Moving all around, new fleets with my round
Touch another town, puttin’ it all down
Pop a hundred bottles bitch, we wear the crown
[Hook]
I’m ride or die, as we ridin’ by
Holla westside which side am I?
Beemer 760i, Try me, let off 60 shots
Again we got the city hot and
Poppin’ like it ‘posed to be
Hoes who not menaging got no business standing close to me
So cold, a ferocious G,
Niggas ain't as dope as me, mind you fuckin’ business
Watch ya mouth when you approaching me
I fuck with hoes who fucks with hoes, do pills and powder socially
I like em I don't love ‘em though, cold heart emotionally
Ask me where the ocean is
Ridin in a ghost again
Slap it wit' a lot of spit until she swallow all of it
Call the shots, run the shit
On some big money shit
Serious ’bout my hustle all these cowards on that funny shit
Rappin’ ’bout a bunch of shit
And you ain't even done it yet
You the one they gunnin’ at
How I’m ‘posed to honor that?
You all talk dawg, flow and I ain't having none of that
I’m big boss dawg floss all day, run it back
[Meek Mill - Hook]
Bitch, I’m a BOSS!
Bitch, I’m a BOSS!
I’ma boss, I’ma boss
I play the shots
I call the calls
We in this bitch
It’s goin’ down
Yeah, I’m the king
Now where my mufuckin’ crown?
[Swiss Beatz]
You a boss, you a boss
He don’t care what it cost
You just buy that muthafucka and you throw that shit on?
You be poppin’ them tags
We just throw it in bags
And then we hit the fucking block, we be dropping them rags
[Meek Mill]
Started with a dollar, turned it to a M
Used to ride Impala, turned it to a Benz
Niggaz used hate me, turned into my friends
You should see how people treat you when that money coming in
Bad bitches callin’ cause I’m ballin’
And these niggas hatin’ on me cause they starving and I’m parking Aston Martin’s where they walking
These bitches ain’t important, they informants really talking when the people get to honking
I’ma a boss, really, Nino or Al Pacino
> Hundred racks on his Rollie, it light up like a casino
Niggas really be fraud, I’ma keep it a c-note
> Got shooters down in Miami
They throw it like Dan Marino
[Rick Ross]
Had a couple seizures, call it minor setbacks
Everybody praying for me, I respect that
Woke up in the hospital, where my checks at?
Then I put 8 chains where my necks at
> Hopping in the Ghost I feel I’m best at
Worth 40 M’s so respect that
> I put all my jewels on just to bone your chick
You know the boss well known for leaving bonuses
We making money, may it marinate
When the work clean, cut it like it’s carrot cake
D-boys love the way I narrate
I still whip it like it’s Anna Mae [Tina Turner reference]
Remember momma had a cavalier
Now she living like a Cleveland Cavalier
Better check the stats, we filling arena’s
And I got the gats, Gilbert Arenas
[Hook]
[Swizz Beatz]
You a boss, you a boss
75, 7 showers on her
Spend about 13 hours on it
757 with the showers on it
We spent about 13 hours on it
[Lil Wayne]
Look, I be probably on my skateboard, tryna learn a new trick
I just fucked the avatar, now I got a blue dick
Money talks, bullshit walks if the shoe fit
You pushing up daisies, daffodils, tulips
I’m in my zone, I’m Angie Stone
I point the pistol at you like a camera phone
I’m Young money, cash money, I’m not human
Boy, I’m tryna get money money like Mark Cuban
If she don’t respect me, she gon' respect this dick
The World is an asshole and we the next big shit
Damn right I gang bang, tell ‘em blood up slime
Fuck off, I had to say fuck one time, get it?
[Birdman]
When I came up in this bitch I was shining every summer
Took the whole thing, the young nigga doing numbers
Tote two nine bitch, iced out stuntin’
Candy on the ave, candy on the slab
Hundred G’s nigga, Cash Money millionaires
Hundred mill nigga, how we flipped it off the ave
Blood rich gang, you know we filled it nigga
The money do swing behind a killin’ nigga
Catch me uptown puttin’ it down
Moving all around, new fleets with my round
Touch another town, puttin’ it all down
Pop a hundred bottles bitch, we wear the crown
[Hook]
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
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
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