And I'll be on my way
And I'll be on my way
And I'll be on my way
And I'll be on my wa-ay
And I'll be on my way
And I'll be on my way
And I'll be on my way
And I'll be on my wa-ay
Look, I'm a give you a tip
Never let nobody tell you what you can be
They told me I couldn't
But I bet they told Obama he couldn't be the president either
On my way
On my way
Road to the riches 100 miles an hour
Tryna make it to the top from the bottom
On my way
On my way
On my way
I see them fans, everywhere I go I spot 'em
Nigga, leave with me so you know I got 'em
On my way
I look in the mirror
What do I see?
Like the letter after A, I'm all I could be
Bein' a winner, that's all I could see
Give me the ball, bet I score, on all of they D.
Winnin' the bet, I was rain and fallin' asleep
I had to slit it 50/50, not all in the streets
Whether reppin' and treppin'
Whether treppin' and reppin'
I was makin' it happin with dreams of makin' it rappin
I was makin' some magic like some magician and rabbit
My position was havic but I insisted I had it
I insisted I'd get it for me, my mom and my sister
Hustlin' grindin' and winnin'
And it's just the beginnin'
On my way
On my way
On my way
Road to the riches 100 miles an hour
Tryna make it to the top from the bottom
On my way
On my way
On my way
I see them fans, everywhere I go I spot 'em
Nigga, leave with me so you know I got 'em
On my way
I had a basketball dream they deflated
I wasn't good as Michael Jordan so they faded
God do me my hand and I displayed it
Gave me a king of diamonds, I flip me a ace of spades
And that's blackjack and bed scraps
Soon to be the great as I sat back attack that
Did it for the haters
Man, I did it like the Lakers
Kobe and Phil Jackson
I'm independent as ever, them labels is still askin'
I didn't believe they believed in me
Cause where I'm from they all believed with me
So this the song I say
Yea, I be on my way
Yea, I be
On my way
On my way
Road to the riches 100 miles per hour
Tryna make it to the top from the bottom
On my way
On my way
On my way
I see them fans, everywhere I go I spot 'em
Nigga, leave with me so you know I got 'em
On my way
On my way
On my way
On my way
On my way
On my way
On my way
On my way
Outro lyrics - Meek Mill
("Dreamchasers 2" Version)
I just call my homie and he say he got a lick
He said he know a pussy nigga with a hundred bricks
So we gon' ride up on em, slide up on em with them sticks
Feelin' to pop up at his crib like a fuckin' magic trick
Hocus-Pocus
To the safe like you ace nigga open focus
But this cab of niggas ridin' like a locomotive
Where the cash at? Show me where your stash at
Before I let the 40 in ya eye and leave that ass flat
Pussy ass niggas man it's tax season
Make a move and this muthafuckin mac squeezin'
Act decent, bet them hollows leave your back leakin'
Nigga searchin' for the coke like we crack feindin'
I got a hundred killas on my team
Young niggas gettin' greasier than Vaseline
Had a dream, momma chasin' with them mac machines
Put a nigga on the cover of a magazine
Home invasion, news paper got a man down
Hold his nigga legs, I'm a tie his hands down
Let em chase it, just to know we ain't playin' round
He ain't gotta get up on your knees, nigga head down
Bocka. You fuckin' with a shotta
I'm bangin' 2Pac, "My Ambitionz As A Ridah"
I got the oo-wop. tryna' get it for my momma
And we gon flush everything at them boys get behind us
Cause we ain't comin' home
I'm in another zone
Ridin' with my dogs we just want another bone
I got another lick, so I got another chrome
I ain't gettin' to the money nigga then there's something wrong
I just call my homie and he say he got a lick
He said he know a pussy nigga with a hundred bricks
So we gon' ride up on em, slide up on em with them sticks
Feelin' to pop up at his crib like a fuckin' magic trick
Hocus-Pocus
To the safe like you ace nigga open focus
But this cab of niggas ridin' like a locomotive
Where the cash at? Show me where your stash at
Before I let the 40 in ya eye and leave that ass flat
Pussy ass niggas man it's tax season
Make a move and this muthafuckin mac squeezin'
Act decent, bet them hollows leave your back leakin'
Nigga searchin' for the coke like we crack feindin'
I got a hundred killas on my team
Young niggas gettin' greasier than Vaseline
Had a dream, momma chasin' with them mac machines
Put a nigga on the cover of a magazine
Home invasion, news paper got a man down
Hold his nigga legs, I'm a tie his hands down
Let em chase it, just to know we ain't playin' round
He ain't gotta get up on your knees, nigga head down
Bocka. You fuckin' with a shotta
I'm bangin' 2Pac, "My Ambitionz As A Ridah"
I got the oo-wop. tryna' get it for my momma
And we gon flush everything at them boys get behind us
Cause we ain't comin' home
I'm in another zone
Ridin' with my dogs we just want another bone
I got another lick, so I got another chrome
I ain't gettin' to the money nigga then there's something wrong
Intro lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Rick Ross)
[DJ Drama:]
You see
We dream chase cause that's all we was given to start with
Then we realized the dream was obtainable
Now look at us
[Meek Mill:]
Counting money all I seem to hear is Benji talking
Hater we ain't conversatin' it's just semis talking
Used to be the boy
They said they have a penny on 'em
Now I walk around with twenty chains with like a milli on em
Lace up my boots, put on my strap
And go lookin' for that paper I'm like "where it's at?"
They lookin' at, I'm staring back (I see you)
Feelin' like I'm superman
Every time I wear this mac
Monday, it's probably 106 & park
Tuesday, probably in the hood where it get dark
Wednesday, Probably catch me swimming with the sharks
With blood dripping from my shoes, these Loub's cooler than my heart
[DJ Drama:]
See dream chasing is an occupation
Those with the job understand the process of manifestation
Your dream starts as a thought
Then its nurtured, achieved, and sustained
Then we go back into our minds for more
[Meek Mill:]
Let me out my cell, right back on the mission
Fresh from off a bail, right back in the kitchen
Who the fuck gon' pay my lawyer
I got [?] with this [?]
And like eighty grams of crack
He said the feds probably come for ya
I'm like "oh lord!"
Copper said I tried to kill em when I go to court
I hope they dont find me guilty, it's my word against they word
And I won't get a chance to speak
I caught my case with nine of my niggas, and I'm the only one they beat
I took it for the team
Even though I had a dream like Martin Luther King
Who thought that I'd be cover of these magazines
Cause I be spitting fire flow, I'm kerosene
Lemme talk to em
Fuck y'all niggas gon' say about me?
My North niggas they don't play about me
South Philly niggas that'll spray about me
Pay a million dollar bail in a day about me
Ain't gotta sound real, cause they'll tell you that
I'm on the top floor, I started where the cellar at
Self Made, bitches
[DJ Drama:]
I had a dream one time
It was, I was gonna make a lotta money doing what I wanted to do
I went after it and it was a struggle to achieve
But you know what?
I caught that bitch!
Dreamchasers!
This is where dreams become reality
You see
We dream chase cause that's all we was given to start with
Then we realized the dream was obtainable
Now look at us
[Meek Mill:]
Counting money all I seem to hear is Benji talking
Hater we ain't conversatin' it's just semis talking
Used to be the boy
They said they have a penny on 'em
Now I walk around with twenty chains with like a milli on em
Lace up my boots, put on my strap
And go lookin' for that paper I'm like "where it's at?"
They lookin' at, I'm staring back (I see you)
Feelin' like I'm superman
Every time I wear this mac
Monday, it's probably 106 & park
Tuesday, probably in the hood where it get dark
Wednesday, Probably catch me swimming with the sharks
With blood dripping from my shoes, these Loub's cooler than my heart
[DJ Drama:]
See dream chasing is an occupation
Those with the job understand the process of manifestation
Your dream starts as a thought
Then its nurtured, achieved, and sustained
Then we go back into our minds for more
[Meek Mill:]
Let me out my cell, right back on the mission
Fresh from off a bail, right back in the kitchen
Who the fuck gon' pay my lawyer
I got [?] with this [?]
And like eighty grams of crack
He said the feds probably come for ya
I'm like "oh lord!"
Copper said I tried to kill em when I go to court
I hope they dont find me guilty, it's my word against they word
And I won't get a chance to speak
I caught my case with nine of my niggas, and I'm the only one they beat
I took it for the team
Even though I had a dream like Martin Luther King
Who thought that I'd be cover of these magazines
Cause I be spitting fire flow, I'm kerosene
Lemme talk to em
Fuck y'all niggas gon' say about me?
My North niggas they don't play about me
South Philly niggas that'll spray about me
Pay a million dollar bail in a day about me
Ain't gotta sound real, cause they'll tell you that
I'm on the top floor, I started where the cellar at
Self Made, bitches
[DJ Drama:]
I had a dream one time
It was, I was gonna make a lotta money doing what I wanted to do
I went after it and it was a struggle to achieve
But you know what?
I caught that bitch!
Dreamchasers!
This is where dreams become reality
Get Dis Money lyrics - Meek Mill
[Rick Ross:]
Ya'll ready?
[Chorus:]
When I wake up
First thing on my mind is get this cake up
Stayin on my grind and stackin straight up
We gon we gon we gon get dis money
We gon we gon we gon get dis money
When I wake up
First thing on my mind is get this cake up
Ain't no time to sleep I gotta stay up
We gon we gon we gon get dis money
We gon we gon we gon get dis money
Yeah
Thie early bird get the worm first
Sixteen, we was out there on that curb first
With a quarter tryina see who get a bird first
Like fuck a undercover cop we tryna see who gettin served first
Yeah we was dead wrong but we had to learn first
We ain't give a fuck whoever fronted us got burnt first
Yeah
We like we gon get this paper
My shooters was tryn kill I'm like we gon get em later
Tryna turn a dollar bill into a pretty situation
Just thinkin bout them benjis got a nigga in the matrix
Waitin
Losin patience my mind racin
Plus my seed growin so you know I need doughin
[Chorus:]
When I wake up
First thing on my mind is get this cake up
Stayin on my grind and stackin straight up
We gon we gon we gon get dis money
We gon we gon we gon get dis money
When I wake up
First thing on my mind is get this cake up
Ain't no time to sleep I gotta stay up
We gon we gon we gon get dis money
We gon we gon we gon get dis money
Yo
I used to score my lil L
Thinkin bout my master plan
Tryna get a million fuckin dollars out of half a man
Cause bein broke got a nigga feelin like a half a man
We gon get this money though
We just in a traffic jam
(We gon get it)
And I wanna live the fast life
Fast cars fast bitches fast money fast bike
I was in the dark
Shit that money was like a flashlight
Cause I started shinin same day I got my stash right
(Same day)
Uh
This money ain't a joke
Niggas lookin like snakes
They was cool when I was broke
But now I'm gettin money
They lookin at me funny
That's what I get my heaters
Cause I ain't never been a sleeper
[Chorus:]
When I wake up
First thing on my mind is get this cake up
Stayin on my grind and stackin straight up
We gon we gon we gon get dis money
We gon we gon we gon get dis money
When I wake up
First thing on my mind is get this cake up
Ain't no time to sleep I gotta stay up
We gon we gon we gon get dis money
We gon we gon we gon get dis money
Look
I'm a get rich or die tryin
If gettin money was sinnin
Fuck it I'm fryin
If I'm lyin I'm flyin
I'm buckin my eyein
If a nigga tryta take
I knock somethin out his face
I go in and out of state
Up and down 95
Just to get it for my niggas put my life on the line
They want what I got
They'll never get it from me (never)
But we gon get dis money
[Chorus:]
When I wake up
First thing on my mind is get this cake up
Stayin on my grind and stackin straight up
We gon we gon we gon get dis money
We gon we gon we gon get dis money
When I wake up
First thing on my mind is get this cake up
Ain't no time to sleep I gotta stay up
We gon we gon we gon get dis money
We gon we gon we gon get dis money
My philly niggas (we gon we gon we gon get dis money)
My delaware niggas (we gon we gon we gon get dis money)
All my jersey niggas (we gon we gon we gon get dis money)
My new york niggas (we gon we gon we gon get dis money)
My baltimore niggas (we gon we gon we gon get dis money)
Chi-town niggas (we gon we gon we gon get dis money)
My miami niggas (we gon we gon we gon get dis money)
My atlanta niggas (we gon we gon we gon get dis money)
And all my cali niggas (we gon we gon we gon get dis money)
We gon get dis money (we gon we gon we gon get dis money)
Ya'll ready?
[Chorus:]
When I wake up
First thing on my mind is get this cake up
Stayin on my grind and stackin straight up
We gon we gon we gon get dis money
We gon we gon we gon get dis money
When I wake up
First thing on my mind is get this cake up
Ain't no time to sleep I gotta stay up
We gon we gon we gon get dis money
We gon we gon we gon get dis money
Yeah
Thie early bird get the worm first
Sixteen, we was out there on that curb first
With a quarter tryina see who get a bird first
Like fuck a undercover cop we tryna see who gettin served first
Yeah we was dead wrong but we had to learn first
We ain't give a fuck whoever fronted us got burnt first
Yeah
We like we gon get this paper
My shooters was tryn kill I'm like we gon get em later
Tryna turn a dollar bill into a pretty situation
Just thinkin bout them benjis got a nigga in the matrix
Waitin
Losin patience my mind racin
Plus my seed growin so you know I need doughin
[Chorus:]
When I wake up
First thing on my mind is get this cake up
Stayin on my grind and stackin straight up
We gon we gon we gon get dis money
We gon we gon we gon get dis money
When I wake up
First thing on my mind is get this cake up
Ain't no time to sleep I gotta stay up
We gon we gon we gon get dis money
We gon we gon we gon get dis money
Yo
I used to score my lil L
Thinkin bout my master plan
Tryna get a million fuckin dollars out of half a man
Cause bein broke got a nigga feelin like a half a man
We gon get this money though
We just in a traffic jam
(We gon get it)
And I wanna live the fast life
Fast cars fast bitches fast money fast bike
I was in the dark
Shit that money was like a flashlight
Cause I started shinin same day I got my stash right
(Same day)
Uh
This money ain't a joke
Niggas lookin like snakes
They was cool when I was broke
But now I'm gettin money
They lookin at me funny
That's what I get my heaters
Cause I ain't never been a sleeper
[Chorus:]
When I wake up
First thing on my mind is get this cake up
Stayin on my grind and stackin straight up
We gon we gon we gon get dis money
We gon we gon we gon get dis money
When I wake up
First thing on my mind is get this cake up
Ain't no time to sleep I gotta stay up
We gon we gon we gon get dis money
We gon we gon we gon get dis money
Look
I'm a get rich or die tryin
If gettin money was sinnin
Fuck it I'm fryin
If I'm lyin I'm flyin
I'm buckin my eyein
If a nigga tryta take
I knock somethin out his face
I go in and out of state
Up and down 95
Just to get it for my niggas put my life on the line
They want what I got
They'll never get it from me (never)
But we gon get dis money
[Chorus:]
When I wake up
First thing on my mind is get this cake up
Stayin on my grind and stackin straight up
We gon we gon we gon get dis money
We gon we gon we gon get dis money
When I wake up
First thing on my mind is get this cake up
Ain't no time to sleep I gotta stay up
We gon we gon we gon get dis money
We gon we gon we gon get dis money
My philly niggas (we gon we gon we gon get dis money)
My delaware niggas (we gon we gon we gon get dis money)
All my jersey niggas (we gon we gon we gon get dis money)
My new york niggas (we gon we gon we gon get dis money)
My baltimore niggas (we gon we gon we gon get dis money)
Chi-town niggas (we gon we gon we gon get dis money)
My miami niggas (we gon we gon we gon get dis money)
My atlanta niggas (we gon we gon we gon get dis money)
And all my cali niggas (we gon we gon we gon get dis money)
We gon get dis money (we gon we gon we gon get dis money)
House Party lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Young Chris)
I tell em meet me in the bathroom
I fuck her while the water runnin
Her friend knockin at the door
And she screamin out I'm cummin
I tell em meet me in the bathroom
I fuck her while the water runnin
Her friend knockin at the door
And she screamin
[DJ Drama:]
House party, I'm a play the DJ Martin Lawrence
You know I'm always survivor man
Those guys... Kid and Play
[Meek Mill:]
I tell em meet me in the bathroom
I fuck her while the water runnin
Her friend knockin at the door
And she screamin out I'm cummin
And my youngin in my other room, fuckin up my sheets
She tell em boy don't grab my hair because you're fuckin up my weave
I got a hundred bottles Ciroc boy
All my jewelry cold as fuck but I'm a hot boy
All these stones in my chain make me a rock boy
And I heard you niggas talking money you should stop boy
I fuck bitches by the group I get money by the pound
... on all these niggas ch-ch-ch-ch-chop em down
Every time I'm in the club these niggas is not around
Everybody talking money I say prove it not a sound
White girls gone wild
We don't judge em though, they ain't on trial
Bad bitches got em on dial
It's bottoms up but is going down
[Chorus:]
Welcome to my house party party
Welcome to my house party party
Welcome to my house party party
Welcome to my house party party
Ciroc all on my table bitches in the living room
They gon ask who at the door, tryna get in too
Only me and my niggas, tell her bring a friend or two
Bottles poppin models watching all in my living room
[Chorus:]
Welcome to my house party party
Welcome to my house party party
Welcome to my house party party
Welcome to my house party party
[Young Chris:]
Meet us at the bunny ranch, you know where the honeys camp
Meek Milly, Young Chris, you know why them honeys amped
Gotta be a natural born star, Doin shit that money can't
Daddy day care home, Why you think your honey ain't
Who you think she stay with, This that Kid and Play shit
You're main chick got our night job, You can get a day shift
I'm a hit her from the back, Meek get her face shit
He ain't wanna sway up in this motherfucker, hey bitch
Hey bitch hey ho, yea we on that lay low
And they all simon says, she do what I say so
Got the whole house packed, you can get your spouse back
When we done partyin, where the mally at that loud pack
Haters can't tell us shit
Don't knock me, tell your bitch
House party poppin on that Martin shit we're yelling switch
Cold bottles, cold magnums, gold bottles
We spitting on each other pussy and them hoes swallow
[Hook x2: Meek Mill]
Ciroc all on my table bitches in the living room
They gon ask who at the door, tryna get in too
Only me and my niggas, tell her bring a friend or two
Bottles poppin models watching all in my living room
ATL new will ville
Tryna to show em how my nigga louis will feel
Thursday call it meek mill ville
You got a car ride in a Benz man it's the real deal
We in the movie room, we ain't watching movies though
Lights camera action, we gon make a movie ho
She lookin all at my wrist, she love the way this music blow
Pack house is hot as shit, she tell me that I'm cooler though
Cooler than a fan, fresh like it's Easter
Homie I don't even want your bitch, you can keep her
She say I ain't hit that, only you believe her
Pull off in the Lambo I'm like hasta la vista
[Hook:]
Ciroc all on my table bitches in the living room
They gon ask who at the door, tryna get in too
Only me and my niggas, tell her bring a friend or two
Bottles poppin models watching all in my living room
I fuck her while the water runnin
Her friend knockin at the door
And she screamin out I'm cummin
I tell em meet me in the bathroom
I fuck her while the water runnin
Her friend knockin at the door
And she screamin
[DJ Drama:]
House party, I'm a play the DJ Martin Lawrence
You know I'm always survivor man
Those guys... Kid and Play
[Meek Mill:]
I tell em meet me in the bathroom
I fuck her while the water runnin
Her friend knockin at the door
And she screamin out I'm cummin
And my youngin in my other room, fuckin up my sheets
She tell em boy don't grab my hair because you're fuckin up my weave
I got a hundred bottles Ciroc boy
All my jewelry cold as fuck but I'm a hot boy
All these stones in my chain make me a rock boy
And I heard you niggas talking money you should stop boy
I fuck bitches by the group I get money by the pound
... on all these niggas ch-ch-ch-ch-chop em down
Every time I'm in the club these niggas is not around
Everybody talking money I say prove it not a sound
White girls gone wild
We don't judge em though, they ain't on trial
Bad bitches got em on dial
It's bottoms up but is going down
[Chorus:]
Welcome to my house party party
Welcome to my house party party
Welcome to my house party party
Welcome to my house party party
Ciroc all on my table bitches in the living room
They gon ask who at the door, tryna get in too
Only me and my niggas, tell her bring a friend or two
Bottles poppin models watching all in my living room
[Chorus:]
Welcome to my house party party
Welcome to my house party party
Welcome to my house party party
Welcome to my house party party
[Young Chris:]
Meet us at the bunny ranch, you know where the honeys camp
Meek Milly, Young Chris, you know why them honeys amped
Gotta be a natural born star, Doin shit that money can't
Daddy day care home, Why you think your honey ain't
Who you think she stay with, This that Kid and Play shit
You're main chick got our night job, You can get a day shift
I'm a hit her from the back, Meek get her face shit
He ain't wanna sway up in this motherfucker, hey bitch
Hey bitch hey ho, yea we on that lay low
And they all simon says, she do what I say so
Got the whole house packed, you can get your spouse back
When we done partyin, where the mally at that loud pack
Haters can't tell us shit
Don't knock me, tell your bitch
House party poppin on that Martin shit we're yelling switch
Cold bottles, cold magnums, gold bottles
We spitting on each other pussy and them hoes swallow
[Hook x2: Meek Mill]
Ciroc all on my table bitches in the living room
They gon ask who at the door, tryna get in too
Only me and my niggas, tell her bring a friend or two
Bottles poppin models watching all in my living room
ATL new will ville
Tryna to show em how my nigga louis will feel
Thursday call it meek mill ville
You got a car ride in a Benz man it's the real deal
We in the movie room, we ain't watching movies though
Lights camera action, we gon make a movie ho
She lookin all at my wrist, she love the way this music blow
Pack house is hot as shit, she tell me that I'm cooler though
Cooler than a fan, fresh like it's Easter
Homie I don't even want your bitch, you can keep her
She say I ain't hit that, only you believe her
Pull off in the Lambo I'm like hasta la vista
[Hook:]
Ciroc all on my table bitches in the living room
They gon ask who at the door, tryna get in too
Only me and my niggas, tell her bring a friend or two
Bottles poppin models watching all in my living room
Ima Boss lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Rick Ross)
[Meek Millz:]
Look I be ridin' threw my old hood,
But I'm in my new whip.
Same old attitude, but I'm on that new shit.
They say they gon' rob me, see me neva do shit.
Cause they know that's the reason that's gone end up on a news clip.
Audemar on my wrist... BUSTDOWN!
We poppin' bottles like I scored the winnin' touchdown.
Memba meek dead broke?
Look at me up now.
I run my city from south philly back to uptown.
Thank God all these bottles I popped,
All this paper I been gettin',
All these models I popped.
I done sold 100, 000 before my album got drop'd.
And I'm only 23, I'm the shit now look at me, look at me.
I'm a boss like my nigga Rozay.
Shawty ask'd me for a check, I told that bitch like "no way! "
Cause I made it from the bottom, it was neva no way.
And I neva had a job, you know I had to sell YAAAAY!
Bitch I'm a BOSS!
I call the shots.
I'm with the murder team,
Call the cops.
We in the building,
Ya'll are not.
You short on the paper, you gone ball or not?...
[Chorus:]
Bitch, I'm a BOSS!
[x2]
I plan the shots
I call the cost
We in the bitch',
It's goin' downnnnnn.
Yeaa I'm the king,
Now where my mu'fuckin' crown?
[Chorus:]
Bitch I'm a BOSS!
[x6]
I plan the shots
I call the cost
[Ricky Rozay:]
Got so many shades, they thought I had a lazy eye.
Shorty rode me smooth as my mercedes ride.
No love, cry when only babies die.
And when I go that casket, better cost a hundred thou.
I pray to God I look my killer in his eyes.
Snatch his soul up out his shirt, let's take him for that ride.
O.g. is one who standin' on his own feet.
A boss is one who guarantee we gone eat.
Fuck a blog dawg cause one day we gone meet.
I'm a spazz on yo' ass like I'm on E!
Or a double stack, better nigga, double that.
Jerry jones money nigga, you a runnin' back.
Hershall walker, bo jack, ricky waters,
Better run that dope back.
BOSS!
And I put that on my maybach.
Fo' hundred thou, bitch you wish you saved that...
[Chorus:]
Bitch, I'm a BOSS!
[x2]
I play the shots
I call the cost
We in the bitch',
It's goin' downnnnnn.
Yeaa I'm the king,
Now where my mu'fuckin' crown?
[Chorus:]
Bitch I'm a BOSS!
[x6]
I plan the shots
I call the cost
[Meek Mill:]
Couple cars I don't neva drive,
Bikes I don't neva ride,
Crib I ain't neva been,
Pool I don't neva swim,
Fool you ain't better than, I move like the president.
Err'thang black on black, you know I be strappin' that.
Ratt'n ass niggas walkin' round wearin' wires.
Fuckin' up the game, got the hood on fire.
Bitch I'm a king, call me sire.
If you say I "don't run my city",
You a mu'fuckin' liar...
I'm a BOSS!
You a fraud.
You cross the line, I get you murdered for a cost.
Out in Vegas, I twist them laws.
At the fight we watchin' Floyd, we on the floor.
YEAH! Scared money don't make no money,
If I eva go broke,
I'm a take yo' money,
I ain't neva dropped a dime,
You ain't take nun from me,
In the hood err'day,
Bitch I'm good, what I say?...
Bitch I'm a BOSS!
[Chorus:]
Bitch, I'm a BOSS!
[x2]
I plan the shots
I call the cost
We in the bitch',
It's goin' down.
Yeaa I'm the king,
Now where my mu'fuckin' crown?
[Chorus:]
Bitch I'm a BOSS!
[x6]
I plan the shots
I call the cost
Look I be ridin' threw my old hood,
But I'm in my new whip.
Same old attitude, but I'm on that new shit.
They say they gon' rob me, see me neva do shit.
Cause they know that's the reason that's gone end up on a news clip.
Audemar on my wrist... BUSTDOWN!
We poppin' bottles like I scored the winnin' touchdown.
Memba meek dead broke?
Look at me up now.
I run my city from south philly back to uptown.
Thank God all these bottles I popped,
All this paper I been gettin',
All these models I popped.
I done sold 100, 000 before my album got drop'd.
And I'm only 23, I'm the shit now look at me, look at me.
I'm a boss like my nigga Rozay.
Shawty ask'd me for a check, I told that bitch like "no way! "
Cause I made it from the bottom, it was neva no way.
And I neva had a job, you know I had to sell YAAAAY!
Bitch I'm a BOSS!
I call the shots.
I'm with the murder team,
Call the cops.
We in the building,
Ya'll are not.
You short on the paper, you gone ball or not?...
[Chorus:]
Bitch, I'm a BOSS!
[x2]
I plan the shots
I call the cost
We in the bitch',
It's goin' downnnnnn.
Yeaa I'm the king,
Now where my mu'fuckin' crown?
[Chorus:]
Bitch I'm a BOSS!
[x6]
I plan the shots
I call the cost
[Ricky Rozay:]
Got so many shades, they thought I had a lazy eye.
Shorty rode me smooth as my mercedes ride.
No love, cry when only babies die.
And when I go that casket, better cost a hundred thou.
I pray to God I look my killer in his eyes.
Snatch his soul up out his shirt, let's take him for that ride.
O.g. is one who standin' on his own feet.
A boss is one who guarantee we gone eat.
Fuck a blog dawg cause one day we gone meet.
I'm a spazz on yo' ass like I'm on E!
Or a double stack, better nigga, double that.
Jerry jones money nigga, you a runnin' back.
Hershall walker, bo jack, ricky waters,
Better run that dope back.
BOSS!
And I put that on my maybach.
Fo' hundred thou, bitch you wish you saved that...
[Chorus:]
Bitch, I'm a BOSS!
[x2]
I play the shots
I call the cost
We in the bitch',
It's goin' downnnnnn.
Yeaa I'm the king,
Now where my mu'fuckin' crown?
[Chorus:]
Bitch I'm a BOSS!
[x6]
I plan the shots
I call the cost
[Meek Mill:]
Couple cars I don't neva drive,
Bikes I don't neva ride,
Crib I ain't neva been,
Pool I don't neva swim,
Fool you ain't better than, I move like the president.
Err'thang black on black, you know I be strappin' that.
Ratt'n ass niggas walkin' round wearin' wires.
Fuckin' up the game, got the hood on fire.
Bitch I'm a king, call me sire.
If you say I "don't run my city",
You a mu'fuckin' liar...
I'm a BOSS!
You a fraud.
You cross the line, I get you murdered for a cost.
Out in Vegas, I twist them laws.
At the fight we watchin' Floyd, we on the floor.
YEAH! Scared money don't make no money,
If I eva go broke,
I'm a take yo' money,
I ain't neva dropped a dime,
You ain't take nun from me,
In the hood err'day,
Bitch I'm good, what I say?...
Bitch I'm a BOSS!
[Chorus:]
Bitch, I'm a BOSS!
[x2]
I plan the shots
I call the cost
We in the bitch',
It's goin' down.
Yeaa I'm the king,
Now where my mu'fuckin' crown?
[Chorus:]
Bitch I'm a BOSS!
[x6]
I plan the shots
I call the cost
Dreamchasers lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Beanie Sigel)
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
I'm a chase my dream
Coming to America like Prince Akeem
I ain't never give a fuck then I seen
High definition to get what's forever given
But nothing was never given
I build it from ground up
I started out form my basement and builded my house up
I'm rich off opportunity, money gon' pile up
My swag on a hundred mill, how the stylist gon' style us
Caught up in the light, caught up in the life
I see youngin on the corner with a quarter of that white
He just tryna chase his dream plus his daughter needs some wipes
And some pampers so he don't give a fuck about the slammer
He just tryna stay alive, clutching on his hammer
World full of problems, ain't nobody gotta answer
Mommy in the grave, daddy gettin' high
Bills steady rollin' in, he barely gettin' by
Same clothes everyday, he barely gettin' fly
Erryday he wake, he just swear to do his job
What that is? Chasin' dreams, time is tickin' so it seems
On his downtime he's spittin' and he's sick, his flow is mean
He just want his real chance, no reality show
But the graveyard the jail cell, reality though
Crack house was his crib, the streets fathered him though
And he ain't got no twitter page but you can follow him tho
Woah
[Hook:]
Dream chaser, keep chasin'
Grind will turn into your shine, be patient
Yeah, a hundred miles and runnin'
Tryna catch up to my dreams so you know I'm Forrest Gumpin'
I'm a dream chaser, dream chaser, dream chaser
Dream chaser, dream chaser, dream chaser
Dream chaser, dream chaser
[Verse 2: Beanie Sigel]
I was raised by my momma
Pop used to beat her
Got a sister my age, my pop was a cheater
Gram's kept something in the pot for us to eat up
Had to open up the oven for the house to heat up
Christmas missed us, no birthday's or Easter's
Used to snatch bags from Halloween trick or treaters
Hot dogs and beans, fish sticks on the weekend
Shared the same bed that my cousin used to pee in
Dreamed to be the Huxtable's, settled for the Brady's
Black and white on top of floor model with' no cable
My sister used to punch me, beat me, slap me
Caught my first case stealin' cookies outta ackney
Raised in South Phil, 2-4 where you can find me at
Used to kick the machines for quarters out the laundromat
Dirty little teen, going to school embarrassin'
Gas cut off, my clothes smelling like kerosene
[Chrous:]
Dream chaser, keep chasin'
Grind will turn into your shine, be patient
Yeh, a hundred miles and runnin'
Tryna catch up to my dreams so you know I'm Forrest Gumpin'
I'm a dream chaser, dream chaser, dream chaser
Dream chaser, dream chaser, dream chaser
Dream chaser, dream chaser
[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
It all started in the basement, me, my pen and my pad
Started thinkin' bout things I never had
Was broke as a joke, ain't never laugh
I woke up and went and got it, now they forever mad
How can you hate me where I came from
When just a year ago I was the same one
Them dudes you call your homies be the main one
You'd be surprised what niggas do as soon as the fame come
But I ain't worried, discouraged, I just observe it
When my dreams started to crumble, niggas deserted
Empty courtroom when my judge read my verdict
But now I'm gettin' to it, niggas act like they deserve it
Sittin' in my cell, watching my dream
Fade like Mike, fourth quarter, tie game
Shackles on my ankles and wrist my first chains
And now it's hard work on the menu, I thirst cream
[Hook:]
Dream chaser, keep chasin'
Grind will turn into your shine, be patient
Yeh, a hundred miles and runnin'
Tryna catch up to my dreams so you know I'm Forrest Gumpin'
I'm a dream chaser, dream chaser, dream chaser
Dream chaser, dream chaser, dream chaser
Dream chaser, dream chaser
I'm a chase my dream
Coming to America like Prince Akeem
I ain't never give a fuck then I seen
High definition to get what's forever given
But nothing was never given
I build it from ground up
I started out form my basement and builded my house up
I'm rich off opportunity, money gon' pile up
My swag on a hundred mill, how the stylist gon' style us
Caught up in the light, caught up in the life
I see youngin on the corner with a quarter of that white
He just tryna chase his dream plus his daughter needs some wipes
And some pampers so he don't give a fuck about the slammer
He just tryna stay alive, clutching on his hammer
World full of problems, ain't nobody gotta answer
Mommy in the grave, daddy gettin' high
Bills steady rollin' in, he barely gettin' by
Same clothes everyday, he barely gettin' fly
Erryday he wake, he just swear to do his job
What that is? Chasin' dreams, time is tickin' so it seems
On his downtime he's spittin' and he's sick, his flow is mean
He just want his real chance, no reality show
But the graveyard the jail cell, reality though
Crack house was his crib, the streets fathered him though
And he ain't got no twitter page but you can follow him tho
Woah
[Hook:]
Dream chaser, keep chasin'
Grind will turn into your shine, be patient
Yeah, a hundred miles and runnin'
Tryna catch up to my dreams so you know I'm Forrest Gumpin'
I'm a dream chaser, dream chaser, dream chaser
Dream chaser, dream chaser, dream chaser
Dream chaser, dream chaser
[Verse 2: Beanie Sigel]
I was raised by my momma
Pop used to beat her
Got a sister my age, my pop was a cheater
Gram's kept something in the pot for us to eat up
Had to open up the oven for the house to heat up
Christmas missed us, no birthday's or Easter's
Used to snatch bags from Halloween trick or treaters
Hot dogs and beans, fish sticks on the weekend
Shared the same bed that my cousin used to pee in
Dreamed to be the Huxtable's, settled for the Brady's
Black and white on top of floor model with' no cable
My sister used to punch me, beat me, slap me
Caught my first case stealin' cookies outta ackney
Raised in South Phil, 2-4 where you can find me at
Used to kick the machines for quarters out the laundromat
Dirty little teen, going to school embarrassin'
Gas cut off, my clothes smelling like kerosene
[Chrous:]
Dream chaser, keep chasin'
Grind will turn into your shine, be patient
Yeh, a hundred miles and runnin'
Tryna catch up to my dreams so you know I'm Forrest Gumpin'
I'm a dream chaser, dream chaser, dream chaser
Dream chaser, dream chaser, dream chaser
Dream chaser, dream chaser
[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
It all started in the basement, me, my pen and my pad
Started thinkin' bout things I never had
Was broke as a joke, ain't never laugh
I woke up and went and got it, now they forever mad
How can you hate me where I came from
When just a year ago I was the same one
Them dudes you call your homies be the main one
You'd be surprised what niggas do as soon as the fame come
But I ain't worried, discouraged, I just observe it
When my dreams started to crumble, niggas deserted
Empty courtroom when my judge read my verdict
But now I'm gettin' to it, niggas act like they deserve it
Sittin' in my cell, watching my dream
Fade like Mike, fourth quarter, tie game
Shackles on my ankles and wrist my first chains
And now it's hard work on the menu, I thirst cream
[Hook:]
Dream chaser, keep chasin'
Grind will turn into your shine, be patient
Yeh, a hundred miles and runnin'
Tryna catch up to my dreams so you know I'm Forrest Gumpin'
I'm a dream chaser, dream chaser, dream chaser
Dream chaser, dream chaser, dream chaser
Dream chaser, dream chaser
Tony Montana Freestyle lyrics - Meek Mill
Got all my niggas in the building with me
Somebody call some pretty bitches through
Motivation - yeah
I pop a perc
I fuck yo bitch
Got you blowin up her phone while she suckin dick
Yellow bone, hella thick
She know I be gettin money like I'm sellin bricks
If you gone tell 'em somethin you should tell 'em this
Every time them people grab me I ain't tell 'em shit
Not a word, but my government
So they can run my name and I'll be bailin quick
I be rolling round in my town, southsider northbound
Don't throw your hoe in that water, we won't save the bitch
She might drown
I'm gettin money right now
Strapped up with that pound
Got a sad song on my hip I swear you don't wanna hear that sound okay
Yellow rollie, yellow bezzle, ooh my money on another level
Yea - and my bitches gettin even better
I'm stackin paper got these haters gettin even madder
Look in they faces, I see they hatin
Get in they whip they bitches got my cd playin
Money ain't a joke, and I ain't even playin
I told her to spend the night and I ain't even stayin
Them hoes tell me I'm too much, them haters tell me I'm too up
Yea I'm racked out and I'm jeweled up
Just three deep we aint gooned up
We keep heat yeah that tool tucked
George Jeff. I done moved up
Spin'n the block pull that coupe up
George f. I done moved up
Spend the block pull that coupe up
Handspring, I put the roof up
I think I'm tony montana, ridin with the hammer
Niggas on that hating shit, I let 'em eat bananas
Ak-47 picture perfect like a camera
I point it at your homie leave 'em stinking like a pamper
Fuck what you drinkin, fuck what you thinkin
This 40 hit yo homie leave that nigga plankin
I got a bitch she ride it just like she jamaican
Catch me M.I.A, I probably be with Haitians
Yea, ha, catch me M.I.A I probably be with Haitians
BH we in the mothafuckin building
Tony montana, tony montana, nigga -
I know your bitch, I hit her with the hammer
We out, we in the mothafuckin building MMG, WB
Somebody call some pretty bitches through
Motivation - yeah
I pop a perc
I fuck yo bitch
Got you blowin up her phone while she suckin dick
Yellow bone, hella thick
She know I be gettin money like I'm sellin bricks
If you gone tell 'em somethin you should tell 'em this
Every time them people grab me I ain't tell 'em shit
Not a word, but my government
So they can run my name and I'll be bailin quick
I be rolling round in my town, southsider northbound
Don't throw your hoe in that water, we won't save the bitch
She might drown
I'm gettin money right now
Strapped up with that pound
Got a sad song on my hip I swear you don't wanna hear that sound okay
Yellow rollie, yellow bezzle, ooh my money on another level
Yea - and my bitches gettin even better
I'm stackin paper got these haters gettin even madder
Look in they faces, I see they hatin
Get in they whip they bitches got my cd playin
Money ain't a joke, and I ain't even playin
I told her to spend the night and I ain't even stayin
Them hoes tell me I'm too much, them haters tell me I'm too up
Yea I'm racked out and I'm jeweled up
Just three deep we aint gooned up
We keep heat yeah that tool tucked
George Jeff. I done moved up
Spin'n the block pull that coupe up
George f. I done moved up
Spend the block pull that coupe up
Handspring, I put the roof up
I think I'm tony montana, ridin with the hammer
Niggas on that hating shit, I let 'em eat bananas
Ak-47 picture perfect like a camera
I point it at your homie leave 'em stinking like a pamper
Fuck what you drinkin, fuck what you thinkin
This 40 hit yo homie leave that nigga plankin
I got a bitch she ride it just like she jamaican
Catch me M.I.A, I probably be with Haitians
Yea, ha, catch me M.I.A I probably be with Haitians
BH we in the mothafuckin building
Tony montana, tony montana, nigga -
I know your bitch, I hit her with the hammer
We out, we in the mothafuckin building MMG, WB
Body Count lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Rick Ross)
[Rick Ross:]
Make sure you know what you're dealing with now
What's your body count nigga
I'm double digits
What you talkin bout nigga
It's time to get it
Bad bitches in the house
They all exquisite
Couple million in the couch
Right here where I'm sittin
What's your body count nigga
I'm double digits
What you talkin bout nigga
It's time to get it
Bad bitches in the house
They all exquisite
Couple million in the couch
Right here where I'm sittin
[Meek Mill:]
I got some bad hos in my crib
Coup' stones in my couch
Scarface in this bitch
It's like a gun store in my house
Hobart on my desk
Bag it up by ounce
The feds watchin this bitch
Oh lord it's three strikes and I'm out
I'm gone
What's your body count nigga?
I'm double digits
Thirty birds I'm thinkin we gon need another kitchen
I used to pack my little work out my mother dishes
Now I'm the one to get the work to get a couple pigeons
Then we cook em up
And let em dry
We break it down
And let em fly
Send em to the hood
And tell em bye
All my niggas liftin weight but we don't exercise
Ha
[Rick Ross:]
What's your body count nigga
I'm double digits
What you talkin bout nigga
It's time to get it
Bad bitches in the house
They all exquisite
Couple million in the couch
Right here where I'm sittin
What's your body count nigga
I'm double digits
What you talkin bout nigga
It's time to get it
Bad bitches in the house
They all exquisite
Couple million in the couch
Right here where I'm sittin
[Meek Mill:]
Murder after murder
Nigga you ain't heard
Cause when it come to beef I'm puttin bread all on my burger
Man them shooters be so hungry
Bodies on they burner
I could send em to your crib
Spot you ain't come for em
They gon tear you out the frame
Fuckin rip your picture
Send a message to your homie just to make him get the picture
And if they tellin on me
I could make em hit the witness
They been off em like a summons
Dawg don't make me give em business
Talkin all that killa shit now what's your body count
The shotty bounce and make your motherfuckin body bounce
We on the graveyard shift where all the bodies found
... on twenty-threes
Them make the ride it bounce
Ah
[Rick Ross:]
What's your body count nigga
I'm double digits
What you talkin bout nigga
It's time to get it
Bad bitches in the house
They all exquisite
Couple million in the couch
Right here where I'm sittin
What's your body count nigga
I'm double digits
What you talkin bout nigga
It's time to get it
Bad bitches in the house
They all exquisite
Couple million in the couch
Right here where I'm sittin
Make sure you know what you're dealing with now
What's your body count nigga
I'm double digits
What you talkin bout nigga
It's time to get it
Bad bitches in the house
They all exquisite
Couple million in the couch
Right here where I'm sittin
What's your body count nigga
I'm double digits
What you talkin bout nigga
It's time to get it
Bad bitches in the house
They all exquisite
Couple million in the couch
Right here where I'm sittin
[Meek Mill:]
I got some bad hos in my crib
Coup' stones in my couch
Scarface in this bitch
It's like a gun store in my house
Hobart on my desk
Bag it up by ounce
The feds watchin this bitch
Oh lord it's three strikes and I'm out
I'm gone
What's your body count nigga?
I'm double digits
Thirty birds I'm thinkin we gon need another kitchen
I used to pack my little work out my mother dishes
Now I'm the one to get the work to get a couple pigeons
Then we cook em up
And let em dry
We break it down
And let em fly
Send em to the hood
And tell em bye
All my niggas liftin weight but we don't exercise
Ha
[Rick Ross:]
What's your body count nigga
I'm double digits
What you talkin bout nigga
It's time to get it
Bad bitches in the house
They all exquisite
Couple million in the couch
Right here where I'm sittin
What's your body count nigga
I'm double digits
What you talkin bout nigga
It's time to get it
Bad bitches in the house
They all exquisite
Couple million in the couch
Right here where I'm sittin
[Meek Mill:]
Murder after murder
Nigga you ain't heard
Cause when it come to beef I'm puttin bread all on my burger
Man them shooters be so hungry
Bodies on they burner
I could send em to your crib
Spot you ain't come for em
They gon tear you out the frame
Fuckin rip your picture
Send a message to your homie just to make him get the picture
And if they tellin on me
I could make em hit the witness
They been off em like a summons
Dawg don't make me give em business
Talkin all that killa shit now what's your body count
The shotty bounce and make your motherfuckin body bounce
We on the graveyard shift where all the bodies found
... on twenty-threes
Them make the ride it bounce
Ah
[Rick Ross:]
What's your body count nigga
I'm double digits
What you talkin bout nigga
It's time to get it
Bad bitches in the house
They all exquisite
Couple million in the couch
Right here where I'm sittin
What's your body count nigga
I'm double digits
What you talkin bout nigga
It's time to get it
Bad bitches in the house
They all exquisite
Couple million in the couch
Right here where I'm sittin
Tony Story lyrics - Meek Mill
This is the life,
This is the life
Yea - this is the life
This is the life
Tony killed his own man Ty for a whole brick
Lined him all up and gave him the whole clip
Said he wasn't eatin, he wanted his own shit
And not to mention Ty was fuckin his old bitch
But Ty wasn't a shooter, that nigga just sold bricks
And Tony he was reckless he never had no picks
Tony was like the Alpo, Ty was the Lil Rich
Two niggas with a dream that plotted on goin rich
Started as a teen, but Ty he got on quick
Jealousy the reason that Ty got left all stiff
Got Tony at the viewing, Ty mom crying to him
He hug her, he tell her whoever did this, he gone do 'em
From there it was a silence, she ain't condone violence
But they killed her only son so when he said it she just nodded
And he told her that he got her,
Grimy at its best
Like Tony had a cold you feel it slimy in his chest
Yes - he had the nerve to carry the casket
Strapped up before he went he had to carry his ratchet
He nervous, walkin like he tryna carry him faster
Nigga even grabbed the shovel tried to bury him faster
Next week he at the mall, rollie on his arm
Two bad bitches with him laughing having a ball
Seen Ty cousin Paul, Paul couldn't believe it
Same nigga asked him for a front last weekend
Walkin round the mall, Louie on, bags Neiman
With the gold diggin bitches Little Ke and Bad Trina
He dapped Tony up, tryna cap Tony up
In his head thinkin how he gone clap Tony up
But Tony he ain't worried, cause he strapped Tony up
Seven days of running he already turned it up
He got Pauly burnin up, he ready to ride
He know Tony a killer but he ready to die
Ahhhhh - smelling death all in the air
Pauly thinkin bout puttin a check all on his head- but he can't,
Cause Tony he done killed his first cousin
If he let somebody else do it it won't mean nothin
He wanna see him bleedin, he wanna see him gaspin
Wanna watch him die slow like he sufferin from cancer
Feel like Tony did it but he don't really know the answer
So he gone let it burn until he get confirmed
Couple months fly by, Tony on the high rise
Started flippin now he got them chickens in like Popeye
Pauly still gettin it, always been a top guy
He ain't really club but tonight- he gone stop by
Seen Little Ke and them, it was two or three of them
Standin in the line he said "I'mma pay for me and them"
Pulled his money out, started countin it and teasin 'em
You know Ke gold diggin' ass wanna be with him
Slid up in the club told the waiter "give me three of 'em"
Bottles of the spade, now Ke just wanna leave with him
He said "where yo phone at", she said "where you gone at?"
He said "I'mma slide out," she said "I'mma ride out"
Told her friends "call ya'll tomorrow when I get to my mom house"
They got right up out of there, took her to his side house
Soon as they got in the crib she just blew his mind out
Wasted off them bottles Pauly boy she on her nod off
But Pauly boy he ain't goin to sleep
Grab her phone up off the sheets
Took it to the living room, her messages he goin through
Scroll up to Tony name, he text her "what you doin boo"
She text him back "I'm in the crib" he text her back "you comin through?"
She text "where I'm comin to?" he text back "1022, Woodstock in North Philly, take the E-Way to the zoo"
She said that I'm comin now, look at what Pauly found
Got the drop on Tony where he live and that its goin down
Couple weeks later, Pauly on Woodstock
Sittin in the minivan, tinted with his hood cocked
Tony just rode up, Pauly got the good drop
44 in his hand bout to make the hood rock
Tony slippin, Pauly all dippin
Walk up on his car like "whats poppin' lil nigga"
Tony lookin shocked, his glock was in his box
So he couldn't grab for it Paul said "that's yo ass boy"
He said "you still need that work that you asked for?"
Dropped it all on his lap it was four and a half raw
Tony he lookin crazy he know that's his last straw
And Pauly just let it go, put his brains on the dashboard
POW
This is the life
Yea - this is the life
This is the life
Tony killed his own man Ty for a whole brick
Lined him all up and gave him the whole clip
Said he wasn't eatin, he wanted his own shit
And not to mention Ty was fuckin his old bitch
But Ty wasn't a shooter, that nigga just sold bricks
And Tony he was reckless he never had no picks
Tony was like the Alpo, Ty was the Lil Rich
Two niggas with a dream that plotted on goin rich
Started as a teen, but Ty he got on quick
Jealousy the reason that Ty got left all stiff
Got Tony at the viewing, Ty mom crying to him
He hug her, he tell her whoever did this, he gone do 'em
From there it was a silence, she ain't condone violence
But they killed her only son so when he said it she just nodded
And he told her that he got her,
Grimy at its best
Like Tony had a cold you feel it slimy in his chest
Yes - he had the nerve to carry the casket
Strapped up before he went he had to carry his ratchet
He nervous, walkin like he tryna carry him faster
Nigga even grabbed the shovel tried to bury him faster
Next week he at the mall, rollie on his arm
Two bad bitches with him laughing having a ball
Seen Ty cousin Paul, Paul couldn't believe it
Same nigga asked him for a front last weekend
Walkin round the mall, Louie on, bags Neiman
With the gold diggin bitches Little Ke and Bad Trina
He dapped Tony up, tryna cap Tony up
In his head thinkin how he gone clap Tony up
But Tony he ain't worried, cause he strapped Tony up
Seven days of running he already turned it up
He got Pauly burnin up, he ready to ride
He know Tony a killer but he ready to die
Ahhhhh - smelling death all in the air
Pauly thinkin bout puttin a check all on his head- but he can't,
Cause Tony he done killed his first cousin
If he let somebody else do it it won't mean nothin
He wanna see him bleedin, he wanna see him gaspin
Wanna watch him die slow like he sufferin from cancer
Feel like Tony did it but he don't really know the answer
So he gone let it burn until he get confirmed
Couple months fly by, Tony on the high rise
Started flippin now he got them chickens in like Popeye
Pauly still gettin it, always been a top guy
He ain't really club but tonight- he gone stop by
Seen Little Ke and them, it was two or three of them
Standin in the line he said "I'mma pay for me and them"
Pulled his money out, started countin it and teasin 'em
You know Ke gold diggin' ass wanna be with him
Slid up in the club told the waiter "give me three of 'em"
Bottles of the spade, now Ke just wanna leave with him
He said "where yo phone at", she said "where you gone at?"
He said "I'mma slide out," she said "I'mma ride out"
Told her friends "call ya'll tomorrow when I get to my mom house"
They got right up out of there, took her to his side house
Soon as they got in the crib she just blew his mind out
Wasted off them bottles Pauly boy she on her nod off
But Pauly boy he ain't goin to sleep
Grab her phone up off the sheets
Took it to the living room, her messages he goin through
Scroll up to Tony name, he text her "what you doin boo"
She text him back "I'm in the crib" he text her back "you comin through?"
She text "where I'm comin to?" he text back "1022, Woodstock in North Philly, take the E-Way to the zoo"
She said that I'm comin now, look at what Pauly found
Got the drop on Tony where he live and that its goin down
Couple weeks later, Pauly on Woodstock
Sittin in the minivan, tinted with his hood cocked
Tony just rode up, Pauly got the good drop
44 in his hand bout to make the hood rock
Tony slippin, Pauly all dippin
Walk up on his car like "whats poppin' lil nigga"
Tony lookin shocked, his glock was in his box
So he couldn't grab for it Paul said "that's yo ass boy"
He said "you still need that work that you asked for?"
Dropped it all on his lap it was four and a half raw
Tony he lookin crazy he know that's his last straw
And Pauly just let it go, put his brains on the dashboard
POW
Middle Of Da Summer lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Mel Love)
Philly
Take em back to the block, Meek!
[Chorus:]
Middle of the summer
Middle of the summer
In the middle of the summer
I used to play the block all night til the sun came up,
Everybody got they gun game up
In the middle of the summer
Middle of the summer
Middle of the summer
[Meek Mill:]
Stack all winter just to stunt in the summer,
Ridin in my new camaro, sometimes I wonder
Will it take me under or will it make me stronger
Thinking the times when I was broke it only gave me hunger
Shorty walking through the block it only made me wonder
My homies was sellin dope and doin jay-z numbers,
Niggas smoochin wrist was cold and throwin a.c. numbers,
They on it was from the zone, used to say we youngins
But we was ready though,
Around the time when all the rap was on the radio
Me and my niggas on the block with hammers heavy though
I used to put it in my hand ain't wanna let it go
Ain't wanna let it go, no
The work was low the numbers was right
Used to play the summer league a couple youngins was nice
They ain't make it to the league cause it'll fuck up your life
In the middle of the summer when you fucking with white
[Chorus:]
Middle of the summer
Middle of the summer
In the middle of the summer
I used to play the block all night til the sun came up,
Everybody got they gun game up
In the middle of the summer
Middle of the summer
Middle of the summer
[Meek Mill:]
Charlie nix marching through screamin stop the violence,
He had will smith with him tried to stop the wildin
But as soon as they left the hood, man shots was fired,
Ambulances rushin somebody mama cryin
They say the good don't make it here,
Ain't no fightin hammertime and they gon take it there
North rushin, cops lock you like jamaican hair
Young boul, sixteen, and got eighty years
Middle of the summer, people cooking out
Oldheads lookin out
Rest in peace, tears for the soldiers that got tooken out
I was in the streets, momma told me to be in the house
Ten o'clock I was on the block, moving in and out
City of brotherly love, I was only thirteen, I seen a puddle of blood,
Grown man lying there, he got one in his mug,
His grandma screaming, 'told you about selling them drugs! '
[Chorus:]
Middle of the summer
Middle of the summer
In the middle of the summer
Middle of the summer
I used to play the block all night til the sun came up,
Everybody got they gun game up
In the middle of the summer
Middle of the summer
Middle of the summer
[Mel Love:]
It was the middle of the summer, but it was feeling like the winter,
July was feeling like december
We ball hard to the finish (uh)
They say I'm cold cause I'm a winner,
We had a quarter brickies
Half of birdies
Stash box ride super dirty.
Tryna get that money
Ziplocks, nose candy
Back to back in them black caddies
And we said this is our summer, and we taking it there
I'm all up in this mirror, like look at this audamir
Standing in my rear while starin at this painted mirror
Still tryna get it square
Super fly how we live
Aw knocked out lights comin, knocked out mean a bike's comin
Smellin two stroke
These philly streets will make you lose hope
Her son was murdered now she use coke
It was the
[Chorus:]
Middle of the summer
Middle of the summer
In the middle of the summer
I used to play the block all night til the sun came up,
Everybody got they gun game up
In the middle of the summer
Middle of the summer
Middle of the summer
Take em back to the block, Meek!
[Chorus:]
Middle of the summer
Middle of the summer
In the middle of the summer
I used to play the block all night til the sun came up,
Everybody got they gun game up
In the middle of the summer
Middle of the summer
Middle of the summer
[Meek Mill:]
Stack all winter just to stunt in the summer,
Ridin in my new camaro, sometimes I wonder
Will it take me under or will it make me stronger
Thinking the times when I was broke it only gave me hunger
Shorty walking through the block it only made me wonder
My homies was sellin dope and doin jay-z numbers,
Niggas smoochin wrist was cold and throwin a.c. numbers,
They on it was from the zone, used to say we youngins
But we was ready though,
Around the time when all the rap was on the radio
Me and my niggas on the block with hammers heavy though
I used to put it in my hand ain't wanna let it go
Ain't wanna let it go, no
The work was low the numbers was right
Used to play the summer league a couple youngins was nice
They ain't make it to the league cause it'll fuck up your life
In the middle of the summer when you fucking with white
[Chorus:]
Middle of the summer
Middle of the summer
In the middle of the summer
I used to play the block all night til the sun came up,
Everybody got they gun game up
In the middle of the summer
Middle of the summer
Middle of the summer
[Meek Mill:]
Charlie nix marching through screamin stop the violence,
He had will smith with him tried to stop the wildin
But as soon as they left the hood, man shots was fired,
Ambulances rushin somebody mama cryin
They say the good don't make it here,
Ain't no fightin hammertime and they gon take it there
North rushin, cops lock you like jamaican hair
Young boul, sixteen, and got eighty years
Middle of the summer, people cooking out
Oldheads lookin out
Rest in peace, tears for the soldiers that got tooken out
I was in the streets, momma told me to be in the house
Ten o'clock I was on the block, moving in and out
City of brotherly love, I was only thirteen, I seen a puddle of blood,
Grown man lying there, he got one in his mug,
His grandma screaming, 'told you about selling them drugs! '
[Chorus:]
Middle of the summer
Middle of the summer
In the middle of the summer
Middle of the summer
I used to play the block all night til the sun came up,
Everybody got they gun game up
In the middle of the summer
Middle of the summer
Middle of the summer
[Mel Love:]
It was the middle of the summer, but it was feeling like the winter,
July was feeling like december
We ball hard to the finish (uh)
They say I'm cold cause I'm a winner,
We had a quarter brickies
Half of birdies
Stash box ride super dirty.
Tryna get that money
Ziplocks, nose candy
Back to back in them black caddies
And we said this is our summer, and we taking it there
I'm all up in this mirror, like look at this audamir
Standing in my rear while starin at this painted mirror
Still tryna get it square
Super fly how we live
Aw knocked out lights comin, knocked out mean a bike's comin
Smellin two stroke
These philly streets will make you lose hope
Her son was murdered now she use coke
It was the
[Chorus:]
Middle of the summer
Middle of the summer
In the middle of the summer
I used to play the block all night til the sun came up,
Everybody got they gun game up
In the middle of the summer
Middle of the summer
Middle of the summer
Work lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Rick Ross)
Ridin with the stick, puffin on the purp
Overtime on you niggas, goin to work
I'm goin to work, I'm goin to work
Overtime on you niggas, cause I'm goin to work
I'm goine get it any means necessary
Cause you know I'm bout my paper like a secratary
I'm goin to work [x4]
Gotta go to court tomorrow, D.A. on my dick
So I'm a wear my automar, just to make em sick
I might go yellow presi on em, just to make em pissed
Then go home and break a brick and break it down to bacon bits
I'm goin to work, I'm goin to work
The phones poppin, like we on the 1st
We up in neimans, we goin bizerk
A nigga cross me, he goin to church
Ridin through the hood, back of the back
Started in the front, now they in back of the a back
No love for the haters, no rap for the rats
Velcro shawty, we strapper then strapped
Half you niggas tellin so we never sellin work
They don't wanna come and get it then we mail em work
Put my money in it so you now it better work
And my shooters with me and you know they put in work
Ridin with the stick, puffin on the purp
Overtime on you niggas, goin to work
I'm goin to work, I'm goin to work
Overtime on you niggas, cause I'm goin to work
I'm goine get it any means necessary
Cause you know I'm bout my paper like a secratary
I'm goin to work [x4]
I might go buy a boat tomorrow, just to take a trip
Big belly rude boy, bad jamaican bitch
Or head straight to Columbia, I'm talkin bulgatar
Ship em up to Philly, milli living like he gorbetroph
Not the regan era but a nigga makin cheddar
Gray philemon in the mirror and I'm never tellin
The game sweet so the seats watermelon
Clip full of sunflower seeds in my mac 11
And I steal a motherfucker like a student felon
Bookbags full of blocks and them bitches sellin
I'm goin to work [x4]
Ridin with the stick, puffin on the purp
Overtime on you niggas, goin to work
I'm goin to work, I'm goin to work
Overtime on you niggas, cause I'm goin to work
I'm goine get it any means necessary
Cause you know I'm bout my paper like a secratary
I'm goin to work [x4]
Got some youngins that will murder for a new bike
Have you lookin like you fresh up out a food fight
Spaghetti on yo head
Shirt ketchup red
Shootin banana clips, we ain't never scared
Niggas say they lookin for me they ain't never there
I'm like a Metro phone store cause I'm everywhere
I'm gone get it any means necessary
Cause you know I'm bout my paper like a secretary
Gave my nigga 50 years forever barry
He say he gone make it home like he never worried
Free da homie rick, and free my homie brick
Doin hard time, love of the 36
Tried to get her number shawty she ain't know me then
Wanna fuck me now, I'm like you dirty bitch
Rookie of the year, cause I murder shit
And I'm way back
Cause I'm maybach
Ridin with the stick, puffin on the purp
Overtime on you niggas, goin to work
I'm goin to work, I'm goin to work
Overtime on you niggas, cause I'm goin to work
I'm goine get it any means necessary
Cause you know I'm bout my paper like a secratary
I'm goin to work [x4]
Overtime on you niggas, goin to work
I'm goin to work, I'm goin to work
Overtime on you niggas, cause I'm goin to work
I'm goine get it any means necessary
Cause you know I'm bout my paper like a secratary
I'm goin to work [x4]
Gotta go to court tomorrow, D.A. on my dick
So I'm a wear my automar, just to make em sick
I might go yellow presi on em, just to make em pissed
Then go home and break a brick and break it down to bacon bits
I'm goin to work, I'm goin to work
The phones poppin, like we on the 1st
We up in neimans, we goin bizerk
A nigga cross me, he goin to church
Ridin through the hood, back of the back
Started in the front, now they in back of the a back
No love for the haters, no rap for the rats
Velcro shawty, we strapper then strapped
Half you niggas tellin so we never sellin work
They don't wanna come and get it then we mail em work
Put my money in it so you now it better work
And my shooters with me and you know they put in work
Ridin with the stick, puffin on the purp
Overtime on you niggas, goin to work
I'm goin to work, I'm goin to work
Overtime on you niggas, cause I'm goin to work
I'm goine get it any means necessary
Cause you know I'm bout my paper like a secratary
I'm goin to work [x4]
I might go buy a boat tomorrow, just to take a trip
Big belly rude boy, bad jamaican bitch
Or head straight to Columbia, I'm talkin bulgatar
Ship em up to Philly, milli living like he gorbetroph
Not the regan era but a nigga makin cheddar
Gray philemon in the mirror and I'm never tellin
The game sweet so the seats watermelon
Clip full of sunflower seeds in my mac 11
And I steal a motherfucker like a student felon
Bookbags full of blocks and them bitches sellin
I'm goin to work [x4]
Ridin with the stick, puffin on the purp
Overtime on you niggas, goin to work
I'm goin to work, I'm goin to work
Overtime on you niggas, cause I'm goin to work
I'm goine get it any means necessary
Cause you know I'm bout my paper like a secratary
I'm goin to work [x4]
Got some youngins that will murder for a new bike
Have you lookin like you fresh up out a food fight
Spaghetti on yo head
Shirt ketchup red
Shootin banana clips, we ain't never scared
Niggas say they lookin for me they ain't never there
I'm like a Metro phone store cause I'm everywhere
I'm gone get it any means necessary
Cause you know I'm bout my paper like a secretary
Gave my nigga 50 years forever barry
He say he gone make it home like he never worried
Free da homie rick, and free my homie brick
Doin hard time, love of the 36
Tried to get her number shawty she ain't know me then
Wanna fuck me now, I'm like you dirty bitch
Rookie of the year, cause I murder shit
And I'm way back
Cause I'm maybach
Ridin with the stick, puffin on the purp
Overtime on you niggas, goin to work
I'm goin to work, I'm goin to work
Overtime on you niggas, cause I'm goin to work
I'm goine get it any means necessary
Cause you know I'm bout my paper like a secratary
I'm goin to work [x4]
Realest U Ever Seen lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. NH)
Realest shit you ever seen!
This the realest shit you ever seen!
This the realest that u ever seen yeah
Ride hard so clean with my seat back,
Blowing money like I never even seen that
Blowing money like I never even seen that
Blowing money like I never even seen that
Yeah
I blow this money like you never seen it
Felony flow
You niggas is misdemeanors
When I was broke I used to walk I had a rich demeanor
Shawty said I make her pussy wet that bitch katrina
Last week I blew like twenty for the hell of it
Bloodhound, I find that money just from smellin it
Pick your drug of choice, I bet you I was selling it
Addicted to that money roll a hundred start inhaling it
I'm burning papers like I'm wiz khalifa
And if this rappin ever fold I still could get it cheap
You know the feeling when you burn a hundred in a week,
Turn a nigga out just like the first time when he hit a freak
Eenie meenie miney moe pick a chick and dick her down
Maybach in the building money everywhere you look
We'll been on the top floor,
Hater we ain't lookin down
Lil p up in the kitchen, look at me, I'm cooking now!
I'm cooking up and whippin white the money I'm a spend it now
She said you don't hit it right so she just tryna spend the night
You smoke on the regular but we smoke on that kryptonite
My whip it got paper plate
You ain't got it in your life
Ahh
[Chorus:]
This the realest that you ever seen yeah
Ride hard so clean with my seat back
Blowing money like I never even seen that
Blowing money like I never even seen that
Blowing money like I never even seen that
This the realest that you ever seen yeah
Ride hard so clean with my seat back
Blowing money like I never even seen that
Blowing money like I never even seen that
Blowing money like I never even seen that
[NH:]
Blow it
I'm a stunt until the whole world mad at me
I'm out here killin em again that's somethin sad to see,
I take my boys out to the mall they pop and tackle me
Get anything you want my niggas, eatin's what I'm glad to see
Here's where I'm glad to be, I thought I'd let you know
I'm still stuntin hard fucking bitches, getting dough!
You heard me? my pockets sittin high
I buy shit, I don't even know why!
Cause I got money
I was born just to shit on nigga
Come through in maseratis with the kid on niggas
That's light work
Lamborghini bucket seats with the pipework
Now that's tight work!
They say money talk, what you try to say?
Dumb kids I got more Louie's than Kanya
I don't know what type of games you tryna play,
But I be getting money, is what I'm tryna say
This the realest that you ever seen yeah
Ride hard so clean with my seat back,
Blowing money like I never even seen that
Blowing money like I never even seen that
Blowing money like I never even seen that
This the realest that you ever seen yeah
Ride hard so clean with my seat back,
Blowing money like I never even seen that
Blowing money like I never even seen that
Blowing money like I never even seen that
This the realest shit you ever seen!
This the realest that u ever seen yeah
Ride hard so clean with my seat back,
Blowing money like I never even seen that
Blowing money like I never even seen that
Blowing money like I never even seen that
Yeah
I blow this money like you never seen it
Felony flow
You niggas is misdemeanors
When I was broke I used to walk I had a rich demeanor
Shawty said I make her pussy wet that bitch katrina
Last week I blew like twenty for the hell of it
Bloodhound, I find that money just from smellin it
Pick your drug of choice, I bet you I was selling it
Addicted to that money roll a hundred start inhaling it
I'm burning papers like I'm wiz khalifa
And if this rappin ever fold I still could get it cheap
You know the feeling when you burn a hundred in a week,
Turn a nigga out just like the first time when he hit a freak
Eenie meenie miney moe pick a chick and dick her down
Maybach in the building money everywhere you look
We'll been on the top floor,
Hater we ain't lookin down
Lil p up in the kitchen, look at me, I'm cooking now!
I'm cooking up and whippin white the money I'm a spend it now
She said you don't hit it right so she just tryna spend the night
You smoke on the regular but we smoke on that kryptonite
My whip it got paper plate
You ain't got it in your life
Ahh
[Chorus:]
This the realest that you ever seen yeah
Ride hard so clean with my seat back
Blowing money like I never even seen that
Blowing money like I never even seen that
Blowing money like I never even seen that
This the realest that you ever seen yeah
Ride hard so clean with my seat back
Blowing money like I never even seen that
Blowing money like I never even seen that
Blowing money like I never even seen that
[NH:]
Blow it
I'm a stunt until the whole world mad at me
I'm out here killin em again that's somethin sad to see,
I take my boys out to the mall they pop and tackle me
Get anything you want my niggas, eatin's what I'm glad to see
Here's where I'm glad to be, I thought I'd let you know
I'm still stuntin hard fucking bitches, getting dough!
You heard me? my pockets sittin high
I buy shit, I don't even know why!
Cause I got money
I was born just to shit on nigga
Come through in maseratis with the kid on niggas
That's light work
Lamborghini bucket seats with the pipework
Now that's tight work!
They say money talk, what you try to say?
Dumb kids I got more Louie's than Kanya
I don't know what type of games you tryna play,
But I be getting money, is what I'm tryna say
This the realest that you ever seen yeah
Ride hard so clean with my seat back,
Blowing money like I never even seen that
Blowing money like I never even seen that
Blowing money like I never even seen that
This the realest that you ever seen yeah
Ride hard so clean with my seat back,
Blowing money like I never even seen that
Blowing money like I never even seen that
Blowing money like I never even seen that
I'm Me lyrics - Meek Mill
Cold presidential for the gold diggin bitches
Bouncin on the benjis like I'm fuckin hittin switches
I pull up like what the business
Fuck you niggas feelings
Puffin dro an paper stackin money to the ceiling
I been ballin for a year or two
I don't think I'm goin back
Walk up in the club
And make them bitches have a ho attack
Or should I say a heart attacki go into cardiac
I'm gon let her ride but she ain't fuckin then she walkin back
You niggas be talkin that
Same shit I'm livin though
Faded like I'm michael jordan
But I'm scottie pippen though
Different state
Different place
End up with a different ho
Niggas hatin in the hood
I ain't even trippin though
I be walkin through my city like a fuckin king
I'm in these streets
Just ask around I do my fuckin thing
Yeah I been eatin since they let me out the fuckin bin
Nobody told me this the shit that all this money bring
[Chorus:]
You know the team
It's m.m.g.
Rookie of the year
I'm mvp
I'm gettin paper
It's m.o.b.
She asked me who I think I am I told her bitch I'm me
I tell her bitch I'm me
Bitch I'm me
I tell her bitch I'm me
Bitch I'm me
My niggas is ballin
You niggas is hatin
Cameras everywhere I go
A movie in the making
I tell her bitch I'm me
Yo
I get that work out my face
I put that shit on my man
I take her straight to o'malley he sellin 30 a gram
I put them b's on your team
And they gon murder your man
Black and white marrow lookin they like burglar
Damn I got bars
Outer space I'm on mars
I forever do my thing
Pull strings guitar
Before I had a deal I was a fuckin hood star
And I ain't chewin cause my goon is ridin like a good car
I'm the topic of discussion
Watch it bitch I'm bustin
Rollie face blue
Like I'm grippin on em cousin
Nigga you ain't got it you just lookin like you stuntin
I was there, you called my man and you was lookin for an onion, lame
We on the same road but it's a different lane
And all you niggas tellin like it's a different game
In the district, pointin pictures, givin names
They shoot at us, we kill em all and we get the blame
[Chorus:]
You know the team
It's m.m.g.
Rookie of the year
I'm mvp
I'm gettin paper
It's m.o.b.
She asked me who I think I am I told her bitch I'm me
I tell her bitch I'm me
Bitch I'm me
I tell her bitch I'm me
Bitch I'm me
My niggas is ballin
You niggas is hatin
Cameras everywhere I go
A movie in the making
I tell her bitch I'm me
The best dj drama interpretation
Is only gonna get you what I've already done
See for yourself
Bouncin on the benjis like I'm fuckin hittin switches
I pull up like what the business
Fuck you niggas feelings
Puffin dro an paper stackin money to the ceiling
I been ballin for a year or two
I don't think I'm goin back
Walk up in the club
And make them bitches have a ho attack
Or should I say a heart attacki go into cardiac
I'm gon let her ride but she ain't fuckin then she walkin back
You niggas be talkin that
Same shit I'm livin though
Faded like I'm michael jordan
But I'm scottie pippen though
Different state
Different place
End up with a different ho
Niggas hatin in the hood
I ain't even trippin though
I be walkin through my city like a fuckin king
I'm in these streets
Just ask around I do my fuckin thing
Yeah I been eatin since they let me out the fuckin bin
Nobody told me this the shit that all this money bring
[Chorus:]
You know the team
It's m.m.g.
Rookie of the year
I'm mvp
I'm gettin paper
It's m.o.b.
She asked me who I think I am I told her bitch I'm me
I tell her bitch I'm me
Bitch I'm me
I tell her bitch I'm me
Bitch I'm me
My niggas is ballin
You niggas is hatin
Cameras everywhere I go
A movie in the making
I tell her bitch I'm me
Yo
I get that work out my face
I put that shit on my man
I take her straight to o'malley he sellin 30 a gram
I put them b's on your team
And they gon murder your man
Black and white marrow lookin they like burglar
Damn I got bars
Outer space I'm on mars
I forever do my thing
Pull strings guitar
Before I had a deal I was a fuckin hood star
And I ain't chewin cause my goon is ridin like a good car
I'm the topic of discussion
Watch it bitch I'm bustin
Rollie face blue
Like I'm grippin on em cousin
Nigga you ain't got it you just lookin like you stuntin
I was there, you called my man and you was lookin for an onion, lame
We on the same road but it's a different lane
And all you niggas tellin like it's a different game
In the district, pointin pictures, givin names
They shoot at us, we kill em all and we get the blame
[Chorus:]
You know the team
It's m.m.g.
Rookie of the year
I'm mvp
I'm gettin paper
It's m.o.b.
She asked me who I think I am I told her bitch I'm me
I tell her bitch I'm me
Bitch I'm me
I tell her bitch I'm me
Bitch I'm me
My niggas is ballin
You niggas is hatin
Cameras everywhere I go
A movie in the making
I tell her bitch I'm me
The best dj drama interpretation
Is only gonna get you what I've already done
See for yourself
Derrick Rose lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Mel Love)
[Hook: Meek Mill]
I'm ballin on these niggas like I'm Derrick Rose
If they ain't talking money I don't hear em though
If they ain't talking pussy I don't hear them ho's
I'm a paper making, pussy getting animal!
More money, more problems
So every check I get I'm buying more choppas (x2)
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Hunnid stacks, that's featherweight
It's time to get this money and the record straight
Fuck the loud ho's, I don't ever hate
On the first night, I don't ever wait
I buy her weave, and red bottoms
Before you blink your eyes she got her head boppin'
I be in the hood, where the lean poppin'
While you was buyin' circles we was square coppin'
Thirty six, Pyrex
Bakin Soda, I make a nine stretch
Paper towel, let it dry yes
Got em lookin' at my wrist like "Is he signed yet?"
No nigga, you a ho nigga
Rapper, you a action figure G.I Joe nigga
Middle of the streets I'm on a 4-wheela
Same night I rock the same stages as O nigga
Hah!
[Hook: Meek Mill]
[Verse 2: Mel Love]
I say, I be off in the kitchen
Pitchin' apron and a mitten
Trying to get it back ya a nigga trying to get it
Hit it hit it straight with a [?]
Trying to burn it all down and bring it all back
Know this shit done when it drop in the pot
For the right price I can make it straight drop
Right price drop make a lot lot
[?] nigga pop pop [?] fuck is y'all on
I don't like mine looking like popcorn
I'm ballin on these niggas like I'm Derrick Rose
If they ain't talking money I don't hear em though
If they ain't talking pussy I don't hear them ho's
I'm a paper making, pussy getting animal!
More money, more problems
So every check I get I'm buying more choppas (x2)
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Hunnid stacks, that's featherweight
It's time to get this money and the record straight
Fuck the loud ho's, I don't ever hate
On the first night, I don't ever wait
I buy her weave, and red bottoms
Before you blink your eyes she got her head boppin'
I be in the hood, where the lean poppin'
While you was buyin' circles we was square coppin'
Thirty six, Pyrex
Bakin Soda, I make a nine stretch
Paper towel, let it dry yes
Got em lookin' at my wrist like "Is he signed yet?"
No nigga, you a ho nigga
Rapper, you a action figure G.I Joe nigga
Middle of the streets I'm on a 4-wheela
Same night I rock the same stages as O nigga
Hah!
[Hook: Meek Mill]
[Verse 2: Mel Love]
I say, I be off in the kitchen
Pitchin' apron and a mitten
Trying to get it back ya a nigga trying to get it
Hit it hit it straight with a [?]
Trying to burn it all down and bring it all back
Know this shit done when it drop in the pot
For the right price I can make it straight drop
Right price drop make a lot lot
[?] nigga pop pop [?] fuck is y'all on
I don't like mine looking like popcorn
Dont Panic lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Rick Ross & Yo Gotti)
[Hook: Rick Ross]
Can't Panic, Don't Panic
They knocking, Don't Panic
It's them people in penny-loafers
They searching people and searching sofas
OH LORD! Can't Panic, Don't Panic
No time to plot it, No time to plan it
100 Keys up in the Attic! 100 Keys up in the Attic!
OH LORD!
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Dirty ratchet Diesel, watching for them people
2 Birds in the Kitchen; 1 Brick, 1 Desert Eagle
If the Cops rush in, better flush it
Better pray to God they don't see you
Cause them F-E-D-S Boys want to L-I-F-and E you
So don't panic, don't panic, if they grab you
Don't panic, nigga dropping statements on the
Whole hood, they grabbed the nigga and he ramming
Got them young boys like 30 Years still walking
And he standing, let that would've been one of my
Niggas, bet you homie would've died quicker, my
Lawyer cost 100 Thou', nigga, rats telling with
No remorse, shoot at us, no reports, we shoot at them
They going to Court, fuck niggas want to go to War
Just make sure you could stand it, and when them boys
Start rushing, nigga, just don't panic
[Hook: Rick Ross]
[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
Pussy niggas panic, I could see they panties
Rain, Snow, or Sleet, I'm in these Streets and
It's so organic, WB but no Atlantic, play with
Me and I bet I'll handle it, 30 G's, 20 Shows
A Month, that's too much to count and too much
To manage, (hey) I'm on my dope boy shit, yeah
My car's White, motherfuck a hater, I done lived
A Hard Life, I'm swanging out my building, trying
To raise my children, top got no ceiling, Yo Gotti
Nigga Meek Milly, counted my first Million, that's
When my whole Life changed, I Pledge Allegiance to
Streets that I'll never Panic if them FEDS came
That's on everything, Money-Bag in the bread game, my
Partner and them is my partner and them, murder one or
Get gwop with them, I'm YO GOTTI!
[Hook: Rick Ross]
Can't Panic, Don't Panic
They knocking, Don't Panic
It's them people in penny-loafers
They searching people and searching sofas
OH LORD! Can't Panic, Don't Panic
No time to plot it, No time to plan it
100 Keys up in the Attic! 100 Keys up in the Attic!
OH LORD!
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Dirty ratchet Diesel, watching for them people
2 Birds in the Kitchen; 1 Brick, 1 Desert Eagle
If the Cops rush in, better flush it
Better pray to God they don't see you
Cause them F-E-D-S Boys want to L-I-F-and E you
So don't panic, don't panic, if they grab you
Don't panic, nigga dropping statements on the
Whole hood, they grabbed the nigga and he ramming
Got them young boys like 30 Years still walking
And he standing, let that would've been one of my
Niggas, bet you homie would've died quicker, my
Lawyer cost 100 Thou', nigga, rats telling with
No remorse, shoot at us, no reports, we shoot at them
They going to Court, fuck niggas want to go to War
Just make sure you could stand it, and when them boys
Start rushing, nigga, just don't panic
[Hook: Rick Ross]
[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
Pussy niggas panic, I could see they panties
Rain, Snow, or Sleet, I'm in these Streets and
It's so organic, WB but no Atlantic, play with
Me and I bet I'll handle it, 30 G's, 20 Shows
A Month, that's too much to count and too much
To manage, (hey) I'm on my dope boy shit, yeah
My car's White, motherfuck a hater, I done lived
A Hard Life, I'm swanging out my building, trying
To raise my children, top got no ceiling, Yo Gotti
Nigga Meek Milly, counted my first Million, that's
When my whole Life changed, I Pledge Allegiance to
Streets that I'll never Panic if them FEDS came
That's on everything, Money-Bag in the bread game, my
Partner and them is my partner and them, murder one or
Get gwop with them, I'm YO GOTTI!
[Hook: Rick Ross]
Sparkles lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Young Pooh)
[Intro: DJ Drama]
I'm talkin, I'm talkin live on Sunday type sparkle
No what I mean? Big money only
[Hook: Young Pooh]
50 Bottles of Ciroc tell the waiter to make it sparkle
50 Bottles of Rose tell em bring the sparkles
50 karat Diamond chains just to see it sparkle
When we love the actin, Love that it look like a car show
Benzez Ferrari's Bentley to Lamborghini
Brand new Maserati photo action you never seen it
Ridin European all my whips foreign
When we in the club bottles on deck keep it pourin
[Verse 1: Young Pooh]
Money is the topic ain no option nigga I'm involved
Racks all in my pocket nigga imma show you how to ball
I'm spendin so whats the cost so why would I lie
Sparkles in the bottles got it lookin like 4th of july
I'm sittin fly, Bet You when I leave they gone remember me
Cause when I stepped up in the club I brought like 10 with me
Just to blow it you niggas claimin you kno
We blowin money fast cash watch me throw it
Chickens notice I'm stuntin they figure we chicken flippin
Rose gold prezi the Bands so dancin an glisten
She ain't sittin all these diamonds
They shinin the fuck up your vision
See me standin on the couches wildin Rose spillin Pay
Drippin outside talkin Ferrari to spider
Might go night through the night I name that bitch night rider
Cause we talkin I talk to him back
Push start button all on that
0 To 60 in 2 seconds flat
[Hook: Young Pooh]
50 Bottles of Ciroc tell the waiter to make it sparkle
50 Bottles of Rose tell em bring the sparkles
50 karat Diamond chains
Just to see it sparkle
When we love the actin, Love that it look like a car show
Benzez Ferrari's Bentley to Lamborghini
Brand new Maserati photo action you never seen it
Ridin European all my whips foreign
When we in the club bottles on deck keep it pourin
[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
50 bottles of Ciroc lets
Get the party started
I pull up in a space ship they thinkin imma martian
I'm bangin black and yellow so tell to be cautious
In this all black phantom shitin on em where my toilet
Maybach nigga wit Bugatti dreams
All these choppas in the trunk just make the Rati lean
Can't really speak about it we did alot of things
Cause we be breakin bricks bitch its the karate team
All black Louie belt sneakers Diamond ye
Up in Nemon's at the register
Like bombs away
Cause I be droppin shit you just be poppin shit
Don't even write it but I'm nicer then the compliment
5 bad bitches red skins like Donavon
Take em to the telly wit omelly an demolish em
Bitch I'm honor
Roll good and my money promisin'
Step up in the game an cross the best like Allen Iverson
Just to see it sparkle
When we love the actin, Love that it look like a car show
Benzez Ferrari's Bentley to Lamborghini
Brand new Maserati photo action you never seen it
Ridin European all my whips foreign
When we in the club bottles on deck keep it pourin
[Bridge: Meek Mill]
I wonder how it feel to be hatin on a nigga like me?
Cuz everyday I shine hard,
My motherfuckin wrist an neck be icey
Yea Bitch I'm ballin [X4]
Lot of hoes gimme they number you know I don't ever call em
Fuck them hoes, We gettin paper
We gettin dough, And you a hater let go!
[Verse 3: Young Pooh]
Catch me dippin European coupe an you kno that its roofless
Bentley's spurrin' that kitty purrin' I'm poopa scoopin
See me shittin commin thru yea I'm dippin
Got my diamonds all on display an this Audemar yea its glisten
Deep dishes I'm sittin bitches picture me rollin
An If you talkin that work, Well tell them niggas we holdin
Money commin an goin all [?] yea its moldin
Cartel
I'm talkin, I'm talkin live on Sunday type sparkle
No what I mean? Big money only
[Hook: Young Pooh]
50 Bottles of Ciroc tell the waiter to make it sparkle
50 Bottles of Rose tell em bring the sparkles
50 karat Diamond chains just to see it sparkle
When we love the actin, Love that it look like a car show
Benzez Ferrari's Bentley to Lamborghini
Brand new Maserati photo action you never seen it
Ridin European all my whips foreign
When we in the club bottles on deck keep it pourin
[Verse 1: Young Pooh]
Money is the topic ain no option nigga I'm involved
Racks all in my pocket nigga imma show you how to ball
I'm spendin so whats the cost so why would I lie
Sparkles in the bottles got it lookin like 4th of july
I'm sittin fly, Bet You when I leave they gone remember me
Cause when I stepped up in the club I brought like 10 with me
Just to blow it you niggas claimin you kno
We blowin money fast cash watch me throw it
Chickens notice I'm stuntin they figure we chicken flippin
Rose gold prezi the Bands so dancin an glisten
She ain't sittin all these diamonds
They shinin the fuck up your vision
See me standin on the couches wildin Rose spillin Pay
Drippin outside talkin Ferrari to spider
Might go night through the night I name that bitch night rider
Cause we talkin I talk to him back
Push start button all on that
0 To 60 in 2 seconds flat
[Hook: Young Pooh]
50 Bottles of Ciroc tell the waiter to make it sparkle
50 Bottles of Rose tell em bring the sparkles
50 karat Diamond chains
Just to see it sparkle
When we love the actin, Love that it look like a car show
Benzez Ferrari's Bentley to Lamborghini
Brand new Maserati photo action you never seen it
Ridin European all my whips foreign
When we in the club bottles on deck keep it pourin
[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
50 bottles of Ciroc lets
Get the party started
I pull up in a space ship they thinkin imma martian
I'm bangin black and yellow so tell to be cautious
In this all black phantom shitin on em where my toilet
Maybach nigga wit Bugatti dreams
All these choppas in the trunk just make the Rati lean
Can't really speak about it we did alot of things
Cause we be breakin bricks bitch its the karate team
All black Louie belt sneakers Diamond ye
Up in Nemon's at the register
Like bombs away
Cause I be droppin shit you just be poppin shit
Don't even write it but I'm nicer then the compliment
5 bad bitches red skins like Donavon
Take em to the telly wit omelly an demolish em
Bitch I'm honor
Roll good and my money promisin'
Step up in the game an cross the best like Allen Iverson
Just to see it sparkle
When we love the actin, Love that it look like a car show
Benzez Ferrari's Bentley to Lamborghini
Brand new Maserati photo action you never seen it
Ridin European all my whips foreign
When we in the club bottles on deck keep it pourin
[Bridge: Meek Mill]
I wonder how it feel to be hatin on a nigga like me?
Cuz everyday I shine hard,
My motherfuckin wrist an neck be icey
Yea Bitch I'm ballin [X4]
Lot of hoes gimme they number you know I don't ever call em
Fuck them hoes, We gettin paper
We gettin dough, And you a hater let go!
[Verse 3: Young Pooh]
Catch me dippin European coupe an you kno that its roofless
Bentley's spurrin' that kitty purrin' I'm poopa scoopin
See me shittin commin thru yea I'm dippin
Got my diamonds all on display an this Audemar yea its glisten
Deep dishes I'm sittin bitches picture me rollin
An If you talkin that work, Well tell them niggas we holdin
Money commin an goin all [?] yea its moldin
Cartel
Love Don't Live Here lyrics - Meek Mill
[Chorus:]
you abandoned me, love don't live here anymore.
Just a vacancy, love don't live here anymore.
you abandoned me, love don't live here anymore. [x2]
heart colder then chicago, middle of december cause my life is like a slideshow.
fast as its coming as fast as its going,my friends & the women like my money just blowin'
in the wind damn thought they was rollin till the end.
my mama told me them niggas wasn't rollin up again.
so its blood over water, family over a friend.
too much water will drown ya, that blood flows thru your skin.
that blood flows from your heart told me go for the start
and if you turn off my lights i bet i glow in the dark.
i bet you i shine bright, bright as a prom night.
them youngin's they tryna murder them niggas ain't tryna fight.
cause mama was never there father they never met, so love don't live there.
they shooting or better yet, they scheming instead of dreamin, murkin instead of workin
they locking them in them prisons but really those youngings hurting now.
[Chorus:]
Just a vacancy, love don't live here anymore.
you abandoned me, love don't live here anymore.
"you wanna take care of that buisness? you wanna smoke oh really?
since your punk as daddy you ain't got the heart to put in the work
"spent 10 years of prison for puttin in work"
shawty 16 fuckin everything moving, got raped by her stepdad he told her just do it.
no job tellin the pussy to get to it
drinking and smoking anything to get thru it
and love don't live there, struggling she been there.
she ain't got no heart shawty like the tin-man.
sell her anything she wont feel it like its thin air.
she done heard everything you could drop a pin there, and shed prolly hear it.
lookin in the mirror, staring at her reflection and it scares her.
everytime that she crys feeels like nobody hear it.
devil ALL in the air hes wispering hes there, she hear him.
everybody frontin on her like shes rosa parks, tryna push her in the back where it was dark.
shes like a goldfish they got her swimmin with the sharks.
a year later found her murdered lying in the park.
[Chorus:]
Just a vacancy, love don't live here anymore.
you abandoned me, love don't live here anymore.
"philadelphia police are still trying to piece together the death of teenage girl found partially clothed in fairmount park
today action news reporter karina nova said following developments he joins us at police headquarters tonight with the very latest"
[Chorus:]
you abandoned me, love don't live here anymore.
Just a vacancy, love don't live here anymore.
you abandoned me, love don't live here anymore.
Just a vacancy, love don't live here anymore.
you abandoned me, love don't live here anymore. [x2]
heart colder then chicago, middle of december cause my life is like a slideshow.
fast as its coming as fast as its going,my friends & the women like my money just blowin'
in the wind damn thought they was rollin till the end.
my mama told me them niggas wasn't rollin up again.
so its blood over water, family over a friend.
too much water will drown ya, that blood flows thru your skin.
that blood flows from your heart told me go for the start
and if you turn off my lights i bet i glow in the dark.
i bet you i shine bright, bright as a prom night.
them youngin's they tryna murder them niggas ain't tryna fight.
cause mama was never there father they never met, so love don't live there.
they shooting or better yet, they scheming instead of dreamin, murkin instead of workin
they locking them in them prisons but really those youngings hurting now.
[Chorus:]
Just a vacancy, love don't live here anymore.
you abandoned me, love don't live here anymore.
"you wanna take care of that buisness? you wanna smoke oh really?
since your punk as daddy you ain't got the heart to put in the work
"spent 10 years of prison for puttin in work"
shawty 16 fuckin everything moving, got raped by her stepdad he told her just do it.
no job tellin the pussy to get to it
drinking and smoking anything to get thru it
and love don't live there, struggling she been there.
she ain't got no heart shawty like the tin-man.
sell her anything she wont feel it like its thin air.
she done heard everything you could drop a pin there, and shed prolly hear it.
lookin in the mirror, staring at her reflection and it scares her.
everytime that she crys feeels like nobody hear it.
devil ALL in the air hes wispering hes there, she hear him.
everybody frontin on her like shes rosa parks, tryna push her in the back where it was dark.
shes like a goldfish they got her swimmin with the sharks.
a year later found her murdered lying in the park.
[Chorus:]
Just a vacancy, love don't live here anymore.
you abandoned me, love don't live here anymore.
"philadelphia police are still trying to piece together the death of teenage girl found partially clothed in fairmount park
today action news reporter karina nova said following developments he joins us at police headquarters tonight with the very latest"
[Chorus:]
you abandoned me, love don't live here anymore.
Just a vacancy, love don't live here anymore.
Y'all Don't Hear Me (Freestyle) lyrics - Meek Mill
Yeah, Philly in this bitch!
Loso waddup?
[Meek Mill:]
Check me,
I from the city where the skinny niggas ride
Where a Semi.45 would make the biggest niggas fold up, roll up
I done seen the realest niggas froze up
When that Mack squeezing hollows leave your back
Leaking that, act decent if you want to, everytime I come through,
Everybody whispering, talking what gon do
Hundred grand in straight cash
Make me put it on you and have your own homies tryna swarm you
I'm sworn to riding with this Glock.40
And I got it on, too
They tell me to put it down
But they don't know what I'm going through
Niggas playing checkers and it's chess
So what's a pawn to a king that got his money right?
You niggas on a hunger strike
When I was dead-broke, man, I used to grind a hundred a nights
A hundred day, selling white, I tell you it ain't nothing nice
I be going so hard, man I don't see my son at night
Baby mama bitching, I'm just trying to get my young'un right
Started with a dollar to a half a ticket
And I just signed my deal today
For all you rapping niggas. Money ain't a joke
You see me laughing niggas?
All my goonies they ain't talking, they just clapping niggas
You gonna think my dogg a roofer, brought a ladder with him
My other homie a mechanic, got his ratchet with him
And they shooting for real, they shooting to kill
I got some homies up state, they doing the wheel
I remember niggas shooting for dear life
30 years on us, cops pull with the red lights
We riding with them hammers
Know a couple young'uns that died before their grandma
I'm not trying to play with hammers
A lot of niggas fronted back when I was in the slammer
But now I got that paper in and I be going bananas
Like Tony Montana, Nino and the Carter got me leaning even harder
With this Nina in my cargoes
I can't meet 'em any farther
If the niggas want the work
Tell 'em meet me out North, 20-something in Berks
Used to be with 50 niggas, 20 of 'em got murked
20 done turned pussy, the other 10 put in work
Yeah! I'm screaming "this is the life"
If you ain't hooping then you whipping the white
They even hitting the pipe
I talked to 'em try to give them advice
Niggas get left, they wasn't living too right...
Yea! Niggas get left, they wasn't living too right
Y'all don't really hear me tho...
Loso waddup?
[Meek Mill:]
Check me,
I from the city where the skinny niggas ride
Where a Semi.45 would make the biggest niggas fold up, roll up
I done seen the realest niggas froze up
When that Mack squeezing hollows leave your back
Leaking that, act decent if you want to, everytime I come through,
Everybody whispering, talking what gon do
Hundred grand in straight cash
Make me put it on you and have your own homies tryna swarm you
I'm sworn to riding with this Glock.40
And I got it on, too
They tell me to put it down
But they don't know what I'm going through
Niggas playing checkers and it's chess
So what's a pawn to a king that got his money right?
You niggas on a hunger strike
When I was dead-broke, man, I used to grind a hundred a nights
A hundred day, selling white, I tell you it ain't nothing nice
I be going so hard, man I don't see my son at night
Baby mama bitching, I'm just trying to get my young'un right
Started with a dollar to a half a ticket
And I just signed my deal today
For all you rapping niggas. Money ain't a joke
You see me laughing niggas?
All my goonies they ain't talking, they just clapping niggas
You gonna think my dogg a roofer, brought a ladder with him
My other homie a mechanic, got his ratchet with him
And they shooting for real, they shooting to kill
I got some homies up state, they doing the wheel
I remember niggas shooting for dear life
30 years on us, cops pull with the red lights
We riding with them hammers
Know a couple young'uns that died before their grandma
I'm not trying to play with hammers
A lot of niggas fronted back when I was in the slammer
But now I got that paper in and I be going bananas
Like Tony Montana, Nino and the Carter got me leaning even harder
With this Nina in my cargoes
I can't meet 'em any farther
If the niggas want the work
Tell 'em meet me out North, 20-something in Berks
Used to be with 50 niggas, 20 of 'em got murked
20 done turned pussy, the other 10 put in work
Yeah! I'm screaming "this is the life"
If you ain't hooping then you whipping the white
They even hitting the pipe
I talked to 'em try to give them advice
Niggas get left, they wasn't living too right...
Yea! Niggas get left, they wasn't living too right
Y'all don't really hear me tho...
I'm On One (Freestyle) lyrics - Meek Mill
I don't know what these haters be talkin, I pop any chick that I want
Put yo girl in back of that bach, main two reasons she ain't gone front
I menage with her and her friend, put my main homie on one
Boy my neck and wrist so stupid, and my pockets be on so dumb
Because I'm on one, haters we never condone em
Penthouse full of some bad bitches, me and my homie gone shone some
It's MMG, ridin around is this [?]
And I'm leanin of that purple shit so judge me like your honor
OH! I'm feelin so cold, yea we ridin dirty but the whip clean
But think a couple years ago, I was in the cell when I was 18
And what's up with these new bitches, and y they all wanna fuck so easy
And what's up with these new niggas, and y they all wanna talk so greasy
But get it while you here boy
Cause I got that money to make you disappear boy
It on my mind, don't make me put it on your head boy
I been super fly since rozzay took me to that clearport
Nigga what you know about that
Ridin around town with like 4 or 5 straps
Trunk full of raw
And we dippin from the law
Just came from the cell I ain't goin right back
Pull up in the bent they ain't gone like that
Box thse niggas they don't never fight back
Diamond and my neck and my wrist white black
Killin these niggas I ain't even write that
N I be stuntin cause I ain't never had'
Got these bitches wavin like they tryna catch a cab
They wanna fuck a nigga good so they can touch a bag
She had the nerve to say she luv me and I fuckin laughed
Put yo girl in back of that bach, main two reasons she ain't gone front
I menage with her and her friend, put my main homie on one
Boy my neck and wrist so stupid, and my pockets be on so dumb
Because I'm on one, haters we never condone em
Penthouse full of some bad bitches, me and my homie gone shone some
It's MMG, ridin around is this [?]
And I'm leanin of that purple shit so judge me like your honor
OH! I'm feelin so cold, yea we ridin dirty but the whip clean
But think a couple years ago, I was in the cell when I was 18
And what's up with these new bitches, and y they all wanna fuck so easy
And what's up with these new niggas, and y they all wanna talk so greasy
But get it while you here boy
Cause I got that money to make you disappear boy
It on my mind, don't make me put it on your head boy
I been super fly since rozzay took me to that clearport
Nigga what you know about that
Ridin around town with like 4 or 5 straps
Trunk full of raw
And we dippin from the law
Just came from the cell I ain't goin right back
Pull up in the bent they ain't gone like that
Box thse niggas they don't never fight back
Diamond and my neck and my wrist white black
Killin these niggas I ain't even write that
N I be stuntin cause I ain't never had'
Got these bitches wavin like they tryna catch a cab
They wanna fuck a nigga good so they can touch a bag
She had the nerve to say she luv me and I fuckin laughed
Won't Stop lyrics - Meek Mill
[Hook:]
I won't stop until ah, I get get get a (a billion, a billion, a billion, a billion.)
I won't stop until ah, I get get get a (a billion, a billion, a billion, a billion.)
I won't stop until ah, I get get get a (a billion, a billion, a billion, a billion.)
I won't stop until ah, I get get get a (a billion, a billion, a billion, a billion.)
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
I'm going to get it from the muscle
When they ask my motivation I say struggle
Cause when your dead broke them haters will start to love you
The women don't really hate you they never think nothing of you
But I'm a make 'em love me! Until the day that I die
Swag on a hundred I'm so fly I bought a place in the sky
Like the Jetsons
I'm destined
To do it like the best did
If shit stink
Then I really think I must have stepped in a pile of it
Bullshit, I done walked a mile of it
Took a broker home and made smile of it, really though
Benjamin's and Jackson's
Grant's down to old George
On my mind like everyday
So you know I'm a go for it
Homie say he use to get it
What he got to show for it
Little bit of money from the jury that he sold for
No navigation
I'm just driving on the road for
Billion dollar life style
'Til they turn my lights down
[Hook:]
I won't stop until ah, I get get get a (a billion, a billion, a billion, a billion.)
I won't stop until ah, I get get get a (a billion, a billion, a billion, a billion.)
I won't stop until ah, I get get get a (a billion, a billion, a billion, a billion.)
I won't stop until ah, I get get get a (a billion, a billion, a billion, a billion.)
[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Billion dollar dreams
And hundred dollar nightmares
Success is in my arm reach
I can see it right there
I just got to grab it
But I'm stuck in traffic
Still on probation but I'm clutchin' on that 'matic
Cops catch me with it, judge gon' give me somethin' tragic
But these haters, they gon' kill me if I don't have it, just pray for me
Money, dreams, comin' now, Homie screamin' wait for me
I'm telling him, hurry up they trying to close this gate on me
Get money or die
I never thought I'd see the day my dreams comin' alive
When I was locked inside a cell I had a run in with God
He told never look back, I never known him to lie. So I did it
I got with it, started grinding and shining
Had to take a sacrifice ain't have no time for the crying like let's get it
Now I got it and I'm livin' my life
They throwing shade cause I'm livin' the life. Yeah!
[Hook:]
I won't stop until ah, I get get get a (a billion, a billion, a billion, a billion.)
I won't stop until ah, I get get get a (a billion, a billion, a billion, a billion.)
I won't stop until ah, I get get get a (a billion, a billion, a billion, a billion.)
I won't stop until ah, I get get get a (a billion, a billion, a billion, a billion.)
Get get get a...
I won't stop until ah, I get get get a (a billion, a billion, a billion, a billion.)
I won't stop until ah, I get get get a (a billion, a billion, a billion, a billion.)
I won't stop until ah, I get get get a (a billion, a billion, a billion, a billion.)
I won't stop until ah, I get get get a (a billion, a billion, a billion, a billion.)
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
I'm going to get it from the muscle
When they ask my motivation I say struggle
Cause when your dead broke them haters will start to love you
The women don't really hate you they never think nothing of you
But I'm a make 'em love me! Until the day that I die
Swag on a hundred I'm so fly I bought a place in the sky
Like the Jetsons
I'm destined
To do it like the best did
If shit stink
Then I really think I must have stepped in a pile of it
Bullshit, I done walked a mile of it
Took a broker home and made smile of it, really though
Benjamin's and Jackson's
Grant's down to old George
On my mind like everyday
So you know I'm a go for it
Homie say he use to get it
What he got to show for it
Little bit of money from the jury that he sold for
No navigation
I'm just driving on the road for
Billion dollar life style
'Til they turn my lights down
[Hook:]
I won't stop until ah, I get get get a (a billion, a billion, a billion, a billion.)
I won't stop until ah, I get get get a (a billion, a billion, a billion, a billion.)
I won't stop until ah, I get get get a (a billion, a billion, a billion, a billion.)
I won't stop until ah, I get get get a (a billion, a billion, a billion, a billion.)
[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Billion dollar dreams
And hundred dollar nightmares
Success is in my arm reach
I can see it right there
I just got to grab it
But I'm stuck in traffic
Still on probation but I'm clutchin' on that 'matic
Cops catch me with it, judge gon' give me somethin' tragic
But these haters, they gon' kill me if I don't have it, just pray for me
Money, dreams, comin' now, Homie screamin' wait for me
I'm telling him, hurry up they trying to close this gate on me
Get money or die
I never thought I'd see the day my dreams comin' alive
When I was locked inside a cell I had a run in with God
He told never look back, I never known him to lie. So I did it
I got with it, started grinding and shining
Had to take a sacrifice ain't have no time for the crying like let's get it
Now I got it and I'm livin' my life
They throwing shade cause I'm livin' the life. Yeah!
[Hook:]
I won't stop until ah, I get get get a (a billion, a billion, a billion, a billion.)
I won't stop until ah, I get get get a (a billion, a billion, a billion, a billion.)
I won't stop until ah, I get get get a (a billion, a billion, a billion, a billion.)
I won't stop until ah, I get get get a (a billion, a billion, a billion, a billion.)
Get get get a...
Niggas In Paris (Freestyle) lyrics - Meek Mill
Ball so hard, muthaf-ckas wanna fine me
These niggas can't find me
Cause I'm probably in the air
Cuttin' through the clouds in a Lear G-5′in
Bitch nigga, we mobbin'
Rich nigga, we buyin', any bitch we wanna
And it go 'room when I hit that corner in a batmobile
Trap for real, bullets hit ya head
Make ya head go still
Niggas always ask why you rap so real
Cause I be in the trap sellin' crack pills?
Got them racks on I'll, money so sick
I don't give a fuck who you run and go get
Ross with a boat cause I wanna go fish
With his all yellow rolli got these niggas so pissed
Shittin' on these niggas where my toilet
Jordan's, you ain't never seen 'em cause I'm ballin'
Board as shit, I spent be so retarded
Cause I don't even write
I'm just recording
Got an AP, Rolex, Cartier to the Hublot
I ain't even have to hit the bank
I bought this shit from a few shows
With a new hoe in my view so... beautiful, I see a few hoes
Anchorman, that forecast
I say it's coming and they move the snow
Ha, got a young bitch look like Nicki tho (Nicki tho)
I said could ya keep a secret just like Vicki tho
I let her sip Ciroc and hit the sticky tho
Told her she can kiss my neck but just don't give me no hickies ho
Cause my baby momma be trippin'
All these ones I be whippin'
All this paper I be gettin'
I be dunkin on 'em: Blake Griffin
Nigga, I got now, you got no!
No W's for the loser's tho
All this ice like jewelry show
Riding so slow like a funeral
Look at my neck, take a look at my wrist
Look at my pockets, take a look at my bitch
Let me take 'em way back
Finna like '86, all eyes on me
When I step up in the club
I feelin' like Rich
Porter that is, I slaughter that bitch
Don't touch that work, I order that shit
I wouldn't give a damn, what corner that is
If they cop that work, I goin' at that bitch
With' a whole sack, no rap, weed, pills, dope, crack
Droppin' right on 'em like hold that
Feds takin' pictures like Kodak
Tappin' my phone, watching my home
They watchin' me and I'm watching the throne?
See suckin' me and I'm watching the dome
Perc in my system and I'm in the zone, yeah, I'm gettin' gone
Phantom, Ghost, like 'em, chase 'em, Pacman
All this money on my mind, you see it on my catscan
Nigga
These niggas can't find me
Cause I'm probably in the air
Cuttin' through the clouds in a Lear G-5′in
Bitch nigga, we mobbin'
Rich nigga, we buyin', any bitch we wanna
And it go 'room when I hit that corner in a batmobile
Trap for real, bullets hit ya head
Make ya head go still
Niggas always ask why you rap so real
Cause I be in the trap sellin' crack pills?
Got them racks on I'll, money so sick
I don't give a fuck who you run and go get
Ross with a boat cause I wanna go fish
With his all yellow rolli got these niggas so pissed
Shittin' on these niggas where my toilet
Jordan's, you ain't never seen 'em cause I'm ballin'
Board as shit, I spent be so retarded
Cause I don't even write
I'm just recording
Got an AP, Rolex, Cartier to the Hublot
I ain't even have to hit the bank
I bought this shit from a few shows
With a new hoe in my view so... beautiful, I see a few hoes
Anchorman, that forecast
I say it's coming and they move the snow
Ha, got a young bitch look like Nicki tho (Nicki tho)
I said could ya keep a secret just like Vicki tho
I let her sip Ciroc and hit the sticky tho
Told her she can kiss my neck but just don't give me no hickies ho
Cause my baby momma be trippin'
All these ones I be whippin'
All this paper I be gettin'
I be dunkin on 'em: Blake Griffin
Nigga, I got now, you got no!
No W's for the loser's tho
All this ice like jewelry show
Riding so slow like a funeral
Look at my neck, take a look at my wrist
Look at my pockets, take a look at my bitch
Let me take 'em way back
Finna like '86, all eyes on me
When I step up in the club
I feelin' like Rich
Porter that is, I slaughter that bitch
Don't touch that work, I order that shit
I wouldn't give a damn, what corner that is
If they cop that work, I goin' at that bitch
With' a whole sack, no rap, weed, pills, dope, crack
Droppin' right on 'em like hold that
Feds takin' pictures like Kodak
Tappin' my phone, watching my home
They watchin' me and I'm watching the throne?
See suckin' me and I'm watching the dome
Perc in my system and I'm in the zone, yeah, I'm gettin' gone
Phantom, Ghost, like 'em, chase 'em, Pacman
All this money on my mind, you see it on my catscan
Nigga
She Likes It lyrics - Meek Mill
Aye! Aye! Aye!
And She Likes It
And She Likes It
And She Likes it
And She Likes it
[Hook]
You know Imma ball
When we in the mall
20 racks up in my pocket, baby Imma spend it all
She tell me she likes it
And she likes it
And she likes it
And she likes it
[Verse 1]
Throw it in the bag, swag everytime we ballin
Shoot we just hit the mall and you know Imma spend it all and
My homies say I’m trippin
Say shorty got me fallin
But I just say she different, man I can’t even call it
We dip in somethin foreign
We shitin on em, toilet
We killin them in Louie
Rippin through Neiman Marcus
Don’t need a key to start it
Valet pull up and park it
I left a rafa roarin more horses than a Ferrari
I’m good and she bad
And I’m hood and she glad
And her friends when they hate say I’m this and I’m that
And I’m fly and and I’m cool
Yeah I went on a loot
Got me thinkin bout cuffin like freeze don’t move
Haha, and she likes it
I put her on twitter all the girls wanna like it
She got me in the jewlery store checkin and pricin
I just might ice it cuz shorty she likes it
[Hook]
You know Imma ball
When we in the mall
20 racks up in my pocket, baby Imma spend it all
She tell me she likes it
And she likes it
And she likes it
And she likes it
You know what it do
When we comin through
In a Porsche Panamera through the city me and you
She tell me she likes it
She likes it, She likes it
She likes it
And She Likes It
And She Likes It
And She Likes it
And She Likes it
[Hook]
You know Imma ball
When we in the mall
20 racks up in my pocket, baby Imma spend it all
She tell me she likes it
And she likes it
And she likes it
And she likes it
[Verse 1]
Throw it in the bag, swag everytime we ballin
Shoot we just hit the mall and you know Imma spend it all and
My homies say I’m trippin
Say shorty got me fallin
But I just say she different, man I can’t even call it
We dip in somethin foreign
We shitin on em, toilet
We killin them in Louie
Rippin through Neiman Marcus
Don’t need a key to start it
Valet pull up and park it
I left a rafa roarin more horses than a Ferrari
I’m good and she bad
And I’m hood and she glad
And her friends when they hate say I’m this and I’m that
And I’m fly and and I’m cool
Yeah I went on a loot
Got me thinkin bout cuffin like freeze don’t move
Haha, and she likes it
I put her on twitter all the girls wanna like it
She got me in the jewlery store checkin and pricin
I just might ice it cuz shorty she likes it
[Hook]
You know Imma ball
When we in the mall
20 racks up in my pocket, baby Imma spend it all
She tell me she likes it
And she likes it
And she likes it
And she likes it
You know what it do
When we comin through
In a Porsche Panamera through the city me and you
She tell me she likes it
She likes it, She likes it
She likes it
Swagga Surfin' lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. K. Smith)
cause the man up top got me
philly in this bitch
ok maybe its my swagga
everytime i come around these haters gettin madder
gangstas in the kitchen wit it whippin up the batter
when them hoes see me they like meek millz you gettin fatter
im eatin bitch, im eatin bitch
liver than ya week can get
dell a ric some beastin shit
now shut up ill eat this dick
call up ya friends and we can get
a minaj just like nikki
have a baby by me baby be
a millionaire like 50
10 thousand all on my wrist
louis vs all on my feet
louis v all on my belt
check up boy hold my t
check up im M.O.B.
im all about a benjamin
shorty say her pussy wet
guessin ima go swimmin then
splash! i laugh
get money, got cash
you hate it, you mad
i made it too bad
just say im too fast
i tell em im a freak
and if you ask about me around philly
they will tell you im the streets
im the man round where i be
they say who dat? we dat
cause i drop that china white and make her say ill be back
shorty off that crack pipe better make her relapse
put that in her mouth and make her suck that she believe dat
rest in peace to shawty
this 40 on my body
[?] this shit realer than Jumanji
and im strapped
shoot first
react
[?]
this verse dont make them act
[?]
[K. Smith:]
i said niggas hatin on me cause i buy the shit they wanted
and they bitches wanna fuck me cause they say i look like money
i just be swaggin on em, hoppin in my bag on em
i switch the lexus to the beamer and now im baggin on em
they call me big bank shorty, yeah I mr getter goin
ricky bobby on ya ho, stanky leg up in her tummy
i be flyer than a mug and i be leer jet stuntin
if it aint bout money than it aint bout nothing
meek milly in his bag so im pullin out the louis
just a filled up with cash and my gucci's filled with jewelry
and my life is like a movie got these bitches all chewy
who party at my crib and got ya girl in my jacuzzi
see i got so many cars that i dont even gotta drive
helicopter in the back all i gotta do is fly
call me maybach shorty when i hit them one on one
do a hundred thru a lanes like a nigga on the run
philly in this bitch
ok maybe its my swagga
everytime i come around these haters gettin madder
gangstas in the kitchen wit it whippin up the batter
when them hoes see me they like meek millz you gettin fatter
im eatin bitch, im eatin bitch
liver than ya week can get
dell a ric some beastin shit
now shut up ill eat this dick
call up ya friends and we can get
a minaj just like nikki
have a baby by me baby be
a millionaire like 50
10 thousand all on my wrist
louis vs all on my feet
louis v all on my belt
check up boy hold my t
check up im M.O.B.
im all about a benjamin
shorty say her pussy wet
guessin ima go swimmin then
splash! i laugh
get money, got cash
you hate it, you mad
i made it too bad
just say im too fast
i tell em im a freak
and if you ask about me around philly
they will tell you im the streets
im the man round where i be
they say who dat? we dat
cause i drop that china white and make her say ill be back
shorty off that crack pipe better make her relapse
put that in her mouth and make her suck that she believe dat
rest in peace to shawty
this 40 on my body
[?] this shit realer than Jumanji
and im strapped
shoot first
react
[?]
this verse dont make them act
[?]
[K. Smith:]
i said niggas hatin on me cause i buy the shit they wanted
and they bitches wanna fuck me cause they say i look like money
i just be swaggin on em, hoppin in my bag on em
i switch the lexus to the beamer and now im baggin on em
they call me big bank shorty, yeah I mr getter goin
ricky bobby on ya ho, stanky leg up in her tummy
i be flyer than a mug and i be leer jet stuntin
if it aint bout money than it aint bout nothing
meek milly in his bag so im pullin out the louis
just a filled up with cash and my gucci's filled with jewelry
and my life is like a movie got these bitches all chewy
who party at my crib and got ya girl in my jacuzzi
see i got so many cars that i dont even gotta drive
helicopter in the back all i gotta do is fly
call me maybach shorty when i hit them one on one
do a hundred thru a lanes like a nigga on the run
Make Em Say lyrics - Meek Mill
Showtime
If you sippin on sumthin put it down right now, Get Money
We bouta get it poppin Diss Song
I like my rosay red and my diamonds blue
Keep a dime chick like 5 times 2
I b killin these haters when I slide by through
Like a drive by do in a sky dive coop
Flyin the whip sound like a lion
Keep a white girl with white girl like ryan
Shit I ain't bagin I'm buyin
Alot of these suckas be frauds lyin
Really though they fishin for a robbery
I got them bitties tryna hit me like a lottery
Haters wanna body me cause I'm a hot comadity
Puffin on dat hater eaze da pain like a apology
Nigghas they can spit but they will never b as fly as me wrist lookin like the same arena were da flyers be ICEY I know I dnt think they like me maybe I cause I might b dickin down they wifey
It's easy to hate me it's harder to love me
You a hater ask ya bitches bet ya all of them fucked me
And they callin me hubby & they b callin for nuffin cause when I tell them hoes I like em I b kiddin like kudi they b like...
Yup yup we make em say... yup yup we make em say... yup yup we got em like... let's get it, you got a boyfriend no we don't care dat now were da money at it's over here we ball hard bottles in dhee air chillin in da whip make them bitties stop and stare
B4 I met tip I was da king martin luther diamonds in the bezzle lookin husky resputia dnt get it twisted I spit but I'm a shooter glock 17 clip hangin longer then a ruler every time I see dem hoes they b like you da best like drizzy but I tell them I'm cooler I ain't even here she gave me brain like a tutor kick dat chick out early in the morning like a rooster I'm a D.O.P.E.B.O.Y lookin like money everytime I flow by haters hatein on me I dnt know why cause I'm cum from da bottom were da sun don't shine pops died young so I had to man up cases got court so I had to stand up I'm the best around hands down hands up smack a sucka right in front of his squad and what like...
Yup yup we make em say... yup yup we make em say... yup yup we got em like... let's get it you got a boyfriend no we don't care dat were da money at it's over here we ball hard bottles in da air chillin in da whip make dem bitties stop and stare
Them boys damn near forty they ain't fuckin with shorty I shine like a buck worth of jewlry for sure he da hottest in america all guts glory benzo 6 all on dat back rob horry limbo brake da corner all eyes on me like I'm tupac nigghas envy wanna shakur me haters why get mad I get paper all black camaro lookin like dark vader diamonds in ma chain like da water in jamaica all blue dem bitties like who da f r u my nigghas we ball through sumthin we all do on dat if she pop me she proly will call u my nigghas tryna turn a pound of raw to a mally in da kitchen million dollar whipin like borgotti me ma nigghas gotbe hata like how he do that who dat we dat prolly
Yup yup we make em say... yup yup we make em say... yup yup we got em like let's get it
You got a boyfriend no we don't care dat, now were da money at it's over here we ball hard bottles in da air chillin in da whip make them bitties stop and stareeeeeee!
If you sippin on sumthin put it down right now, Get Money
We bouta get it poppin Diss Song
I like my rosay red and my diamonds blue
Keep a dime chick like 5 times 2
I b killin these haters when I slide by through
Like a drive by do in a sky dive coop
Flyin the whip sound like a lion
Keep a white girl with white girl like ryan
Shit I ain't bagin I'm buyin
Alot of these suckas be frauds lyin
Really though they fishin for a robbery
I got them bitties tryna hit me like a lottery
Haters wanna body me cause I'm a hot comadity
Puffin on dat hater eaze da pain like a apology
Nigghas they can spit but they will never b as fly as me wrist lookin like the same arena were da flyers be ICEY I know I dnt think they like me maybe I cause I might b dickin down they wifey
It's easy to hate me it's harder to love me
You a hater ask ya bitches bet ya all of them fucked me
And they callin me hubby & they b callin for nuffin cause when I tell them hoes I like em I b kiddin like kudi they b like...
Yup yup we make em say... yup yup we make em say... yup yup we got em like... let's get it, you got a boyfriend no we don't care dat now were da money at it's over here we ball hard bottles in dhee air chillin in da whip make them bitties stop and stare
B4 I met tip I was da king martin luther diamonds in the bezzle lookin husky resputia dnt get it twisted I spit but I'm a shooter glock 17 clip hangin longer then a ruler every time I see dem hoes they b like you da best like drizzy but I tell them I'm cooler I ain't even here she gave me brain like a tutor kick dat chick out early in the morning like a rooster I'm a D.O.P.E.B.O.Y lookin like money everytime I flow by haters hatein on me I dnt know why cause I'm cum from da bottom were da sun don't shine pops died young so I had to man up cases got court so I had to stand up I'm the best around hands down hands up smack a sucka right in front of his squad and what like...
Yup yup we make em say... yup yup we make em say... yup yup we got em like... let's get it you got a boyfriend no we don't care dat were da money at it's over here we ball hard bottles in da air chillin in da whip make dem bitties stop and stare
Them boys damn near forty they ain't fuckin with shorty I shine like a buck worth of jewlry for sure he da hottest in america all guts glory benzo 6 all on dat back rob horry limbo brake da corner all eyes on me like I'm tupac nigghas envy wanna shakur me haters why get mad I get paper all black camaro lookin like dark vader diamonds in ma chain like da water in jamaica all blue dem bitties like who da f r u my nigghas we ball through sumthin we all do on dat if she pop me she proly will call u my nigghas tryna turn a pound of raw to a mally in da kitchen million dollar whipin like borgotti me ma nigghas gotbe hata like how he do that who dat we dat prolly
Yup yup we make em say... yup yup we make em say... yup yup we got em like let's get it
You got a boyfriend no we don't care dat, now were da money at it's over here we ball hard bottles in da air chillin in da whip make them bitties stop and stareeeeeee!
I Want 'em All lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Mel Luv)
We get money, and we fuck bitches
We fuck bitches, and we get money
But we don’t ever hate
I can keep a secret with Vicky, have a Minaj with Nicki
And be all under with Lauren and telling Megan good morning
I can keep a secret with Vicky, have a Minaj with Nicki
And be all under with Lauren and telling Megan good morning
Catch me rollin’ with Kelly or at the hills with Paris
From Hollywood to the hood I want em all
Man I swear that I want them all, wanna fuck em all
I just hit them all but you cuff them like a log
Shit they say that I’m a dog
I just tell them that I’m grizzy
But I’m cooler than a fan, holla at me when you see me
Yeah, uh
I’m a beast like Della Reece
I fuck a lot of hoes, see em I don’t never speak
I get a lot of money stack it I don’t let it peek
I will forever be hotter than the devil be
I can start a car like a Prisus, Lexus, Mercedes, and Porches
A whole lot of horses
That’s your wifey dawg? I’d divorce her
She won’t fuck you, you had to force her
Oh I’ve been poppin’ rozay with Amber
You catch me and D Woods like a camper
The answer is I get bitches and I get money
I don’t care what you say you cant take that from me
I’m just tryna get my dick wet, shawty is you wit that?
Free my nigga Lil ‘cause he said that
This that shit and I be on it like a fly
I’m just tryna get some chicken with some yams up on the side
I can keep a secret with Vicky, have a Minaj with Nicki
And be all under with Lauren and telling Megan good morning
Catch me rollin’ with Kelly or at the hills with Paris
From Hollywood to the hood I want em all
Man I swear that I want them all, wanna fuck em all
I just hit them all but you cuff them like a log
Shit they say that I’m a dog
I just tell them that I’m grizzy
But I’m cooler than a fan, holla at me when you see me
Yeah
I’m the kid with all the bitches
They know I’m there when I holla like “hey bitches”
I be a nympho with [?]
And then when she swallow like baby girl I’ma holla so bye bitches
Nah I aint tryna cuff you ma, just tryna fuck you ma
That was the aim all along
I don’t see nothing wrong wit a little bump and grind
I aint tryna mess around, just tryna sex you down
Promise I wont hit it long
No girlfriendship, just a little friendship
Suck it, lick it, stand up and bend over
I’m a coach and give me 5 and I’m finished
Sly dumb bitches, it’s hard dick and bubble gum
I cum like bubble gum, so come and get you some
Nah I aint gonna spend it
[?] by the time it’s breakfast I’ll be on the next bitch
Scrapers! (hahaha)
I can keep a secret with Vicky, have a Minaj with Nicki
And be all under with Lauren and telling Megan good morning
Catch me rollin’ with Kelly or at the hills with Paris
From Hollywood to the hood I want em all
Man I swear that I want them all, wanna fuck em all
I just hit them all but you cuff them like a log
Shit they say that I’m a dog
I just tell them that I’m grizzy
But I’m cooler than a fan, holla at me when you see me
I want to fuck em all, but I don’t fuck them raw
Nah I be strapper then a cop be, ‘cause I’m in the top 3
I done fucked her and her, her and her too, woo
I done fucked her sister, cousin, best friend the whole crew
Shit I fucked the whole squad, got em open door knobs
Tell her give me floor job, on the double 4 times
Mop me off, wipe me down
Bitch I’m back, how you like me now?
I can keep a secret with Vicky, have a Minaj with Nicki
And be all under with Lauren and telling Megan good morning
Catch me rollin’ with Kelly or at the hills with Paris
From Hollywood to the hood I want em all
Man I swear that I want them all, wanna fuck em all
I just hit them all but you cuff them like a log
Shit they say that I’m a dog
I just tell them that I’m grizzy
But I’m cooler than a fan, holla at me when you see me
I can keep a secret with Vicky, have a Minaj with Nicki
And be all under with Lauren and telling Megan good morning
Catch me rollin’ with Kelly or at the hills with Paris
From Hollywood to the hood I want em all
Man I swear that I want them all, wanna fuck em all
I just hit them all but you cuff them like a log
Shit they say that I’m a dog
I just tell them that I’m grizzy
But I’m cooler than a fan, holla at me when you see me
We fuck bitches, and we get money
But we don’t ever hate
I can keep a secret with Vicky, have a Minaj with Nicki
And be all under with Lauren and telling Megan good morning
I can keep a secret with Vicky, have a Minaj with Nicki
And be all under with Lauren and telling Megan good morning
Catch me rollin’ with Kelly or at the hills with Paris
From Hollywood to the hood I want em all
Man I swear that I want them all, wanna fuck em all
I just hit them all but you cuff them like a log
Shit they say that I’m a dog
I just tell them that I’m grizzy
But I’m cooler than a fan, holla at me when you see me
Yeah, uh
I’m a beast like Della Reece
I fuck a lot of hoes, see em I don’t never speak
I get a lot of money stack it I don’t let it peek
I will forever be hotter than the devil be
I can start a car like a Prisus, Lexus, Mercedes, and Porches
A whole lot of horses
That’s your wifey dawg? I’d divorce her
She won’t fuck you, you had to force her
Oh I’ve been poppin’ rozay with Amber
You catch me and D Woods like a camper
The answer is I get bitches and I get money
I don’t care what you say you cant take that from me
I’m just tryna get my dick wet, shawty is you wit that?
Free my nigga Lil ‘cause he said that
This that shit and I be on it like a fly
I’m just tryna get some chicken with some yams up on the side
I can keep a secret with Vicky, have a Minaj with Nicki
And be all under with Lauren and telling Megan good morning
Catch me rollin’ with Kelly or at the hills with Paris
From Hollywood to the hood I want em all
Man I swear that I want them all, wanna fuck em all
I just hit them all but you cuff them like a log
Shit they say that I’m a dog
I just tell them that I’m grizzy
But I’m cooler than a fan, holla at me when you see me
Yeah
I’m the kid with all the bitches
They know I’m there when I holla like “hey bitches”
I be a nympho with [?]
And then when she swallow like baby girl I’ma holla so bye bitches
Nah I aint tryna cuff you ma, just tryna fuck you ma
That was the aim all along
I don’t see nothing wrong wit a little bump and grind
I aint tryna mess around, just tryna sex you down
Promise I wont hit it long
No girlfriendship, just a little friendship
Suck it, lick it, stand up and bend over
I’m a coach and give me 5 and I’m finished
Sly dumb bitches, it’s hard dick and bubble gum
I cum like bubble gum, so come and get you some
Nah I aint gonna spend it
[?] by the time it’s breakfast I’ll be on the next bitch
Scrapers! (hahaha)
I can keep a secret with Vicky, have a Minaj with Nicki
And be all under with Lauren and telling Megan good morning
Catch me rollin’ with Kelly or at the hills with Paris
From Hollywood to the hood I want em all
Man I swear that I want them all, wanna fuck em all
I just hit them all but you cuff them like a log
Shit they say that I’m a dog
I just tell them that I’m grizzy
But I’m cooler than a fan, holla at me when you see me
I want to fuck em all, but I don’t fuck them raw
Nah I be strapper then a cop be, ‘cause I’m in the top 3
I done fucked her and her, her and her too, woo
I done fucked her sister, cousin, best friend the whole crew
Shit I fucked the whole squad, got em open door knobs
Tell her give me floor job, on the double 4 times
Mop me off, wipe me down
Bitch I’m back, how you like me now?
I can keep a secret with Vicky, have a Minaj with Nicki
And be all under with Lauren and telling Megan good morning
Catch me rollin’ with Kelly or at the hills with Paris
From Hollywood to the hood I want em all
Man I swear that I want them all, wanna fuck em all
I just hit them all but you cuff them like a log
Shit they say that I’m a dog
I just tell them that I’m grizzy
But I’m cooler than a fan, holla at me when you see me
I can keep a secret with Vicky, have a Minaj with Nicki
And be all under with Lauren and telling Megan good morning
Catch me rollin’ with Kelly or at the hills with Paris
From Hollywood to the hood I want em all
Man I swear that I want them all, wanna fuck em all
I just hit them all but you cuff them like a log
Shit they say that I’m a dog
I just tell them that I’m grizzy
But I’m cooler than a fan, holla at me when you see me
Forever lyrics - Meek Mill
It may not mean nothin to ya'll,
I can see it n dey faces dat dey want me to fall,
Dey like [?] by da rim, shit dey don't want me to ball,
Cause all dem lil bad bitches I be fuckin em all,
I want dis shit forever,
Haters tried to take my life n stop my heart but I'm too clever,
Kill me never, Haters shine I prosper,
Dey just wanna be me but couldn't see me with binoculars,
Rappin ass niggas built for TV need a oscar,
N I ain't talkin DeLahoya, but if I was den I'd b Hopkins,
Eww first name strongest, last name stronger,
Flow so cold listen to it catch pneumonia,
Diesel n da air we don't touch da arizona,
Diamond studded yellow bright lit lookin like corona,
Ahoma da face blue n yellow like Melo,
N my chain multi colors lookin like it's frozen jello,
Hello, steady eatin money for a meal,
Drinkin rosay for a beverage,
Let me get some leverage,
When I was locked down I was million dollar schemin,
Rolls Royce dreamin, microphone feinin,
I mean it,
Hungry like dis rhymer down n [?],
N I ain't [?],
But god keep me [?],
19 years old n da hole,
Watchin my dreams shatter dat all my goals,
Don't fade away like 4th quarter past da 23,
I go hard like I took viagra before I got the beat
I can see it n dey faces dat dey want me to fall,
Dey like [?] by da rim, shit dey don't want me to ball,
Cause all dem lil bad bitches I be fuckin em all,
I want dis shit forever,
Haters tried to take my life n stop my heart but I'm too clever,
Kill me never, Haters shine I prosper,
Dey just wanna be me but couldn't see me with binoculars,
Rappin ass niggas built for TV need a oscar,
N I ain't talkin DeLahoya, but if I was den I'd b Hopkins,
Eww first name strongest, last name stronger,
Flow so cold listen to it catch pneumonia,
Diesel n da air we don't touch da arizona,
Diamond studded yellow bright lit lookin like corona,
Ahoma da face blue n yellow like Melo,
N my chain multi colors lookin like it's frozen jello,
Hello, steady eatin money for a meal,
Drinkin rosay for a beverage,
Let me get some leverage,
When I was locked down I was million dollar schemin,
Rolls Royce dreamin, microphone feinin,
I mean it,
Hungry like dis rhymer down n [?],
N I ain't [?],
But god keep me [?],
19 years old n da hole,
Watchin my dreams shatter dat all my goals,
Don't fade away like 4th quarter past da 23,
I go hard like I took viagra before I got the beat
What Part Of The Game lyrics - Meek Mill
[Chorus:]
Niggas snitchin on dey homies gettin em life,
Still walkin around like da shit is allright,
But dis is da life, yea what part of da ame is dat,
Tell me what part of da game is dat,
Same niggas dat u roll with 4 da rest of yo life,
Soon as u go up state nigga hittin yo wife,
But dis is da life, yea what part of da ame is dat,
Tell me what part of da game is dat,
[Verse 1:]
Dey say loyalty, brings forth royalty,
Da main reason ya'll niggas is broke,
Main reason when it go down you nigga will choke,
Dats y I leave my circle tight n keep my famile close,
Yea uh, it b da niggas dat u trust doe,
Cut throat do u dirty n wnt give a fuck doe,
Yo luck doe, same ones u ride 4 n die 4,
Stab u n yo back u got yo eyes closed,
Think dat it's all love, all daps, all hugs,
Dey don't wanna see u eat, dey rather see all blood,
Over nothin all cause u was n da light,
Dey was n da left lane n u was n da right,
Da difference is u say a nigga ride cause he down to pull a trigga,
But I say a nigga ride when u down he send u pictures,
Showin luv droppin money on yo kids,
Nowdays u go 2 jail dey actin like u dead
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
I said u used to b a boss, got indited started snitchin,
All dat money u was gettin got a nerve to start pitchin,
Wasn't sayin dat when u was louie luggage trippin,
U and yo chick stylin,
Spendin thousand at da islands,
But now u n a jam, u could'ntwith bein silent,
So u rather rat yo homie out coward,
Got his baby mom stressin, kids growin up without a father,
B da main niggas talkin like dey ridin,
Selfish, wouldn't bust a grape not if u hired dem at welch's,
Da type to leave yo nigga n a fire n watch him meltin,
I say what part of da game is dat,
Niggas tellin all on dey homies, how lame is dat,
We [? ] niggas go n let da game collapse,
Dats y I'm spittin pain so I can da game get back,
N these niggas I ain't got nothin for,
Cause I'm real n I remember every nigga ain't loyal
[Chorus]
Niggas snitchin on dey homies gettin em life,
Still walkin around like da shit is allright,
But dis is da life, yea what part of da ame is dat,
Tell me what part of da game is dat,
Same niggas dat u roll with 4 da rest of yo life,
Soon as u go up state nigga hittin yo wife,
But dis is da life, yea what part of da ame is dat,
Tell me what part of da game is dat,
[Verse 1:]
Dey say loyalty, brings forth royalty,
Da main reason ya'll niggas is broke,
Main reason when it go down you nigga will choke,
Dats y I leave my circle tight n keep my famile close,
Yea uh, it b da niggas dat u trust doe,
Cut throat do u dirty n wnt give a fuck doe,
Yo luck doe, same ones u ride 4 n die 4,
Stab u n yo back u got yo eyes closed,
Think dat it's all love, all daps, all hugs,
Dey don't wanna see u eat, dey rather see all blood,
Over nothin all cause u was n da light,
Dey was n da left lane n u was n da right,
Da difference is u say a nigga ride cause he down to pull a trigga,
But I say a nigga ride when u down he send u pictures,
Showin luv droppin money on yo kids,
Nowdays u go 2 jail dey actin like u dead
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
I said u used to b a boss, got indited started snitchin,
All dat money u was gettin got a nerve to start pitchin,
Wasn't sayin dat when u was louie luggage trippin,
U and yo chick stylin,
Spendin thousand at da islands,
But now u n a jam, u could'ntwith bein silent,
So u rather rat yo homie out coward,
Got his baby mom stressin, kids growin up without a father,
B da main niggas talkin like dey ridin,
Selfish, wouldn't bust a grape not if u hired dem at welch's,
Da type to leave yo nigga n a fire n watch him meltin,
I say what part of da game is dat,
Niggas tellin all on dey homies, how lame is dat,
We [? ] niggas go n let da game collapse,
Dats y I'm spittin pain so I can da game get back,
N these niggas I ain't got nothin for,
Cause I'm real n I remember every nigga ain't loyal
[Chorus]
Run This Town lyrics - Meek Mill
I'm screamin free my nigga TIP,
Bought if from Atlanta to Philly like Mick Vick,
Fightin charges lawyers say dat dey might stick,
I was prayin to god man don't do me like dis,
Da hoes fuckin niggas with da bricks,
Now dey fuckin me, I laugh, dirty bitch,
Stay humble even doe I know I'm da shit,
But if rap don't work out I guve me 36,
Or better 72 or better 144,
Dats 4 of em if u ain't know it,
I break it down [?],
N I make it do what it do dat dirty money galore,
N da feds dey gon have to catch me,
Or money power respect me,
DA haters used to neglect me, but nowaday dey justaccept me,
Cause fightin what dey expected since ice dey see n my necklace,
N glory all n my story, alot of niggas dey bore me,
I used to ain't matter much ut I hustle like Robert Horry,
N now I'm ballin like Kobe, shit change Lebron James,
N now I'm gettin dis money n killin em John Wayne,
I chilled n my time came, my peer fast as a leer,
I dare without a fear dey try 2 box me I squared,
I ran circles around em, n now look at em here,
Dey cheerin dat I'm on top,
Bustin like I'm a glock,
Butsin right out da box,
I bust em right out da pot,
N went to da jewelry store [?] butsin all out da watch,
Me perform like a GT trick bike,
Say a word nigga I can pull yo bitch like,
I know sign language,
We call it shine language,
Let da swag talk,
She say it's da swag fault
Bought if from Atlanta to Philly like Mick Vick,
Fightin charges lawyers say dat dey might stick,
I was prayin to god man don't do me like dis,
Da hoes fuckin niggas with da bricks,
Now dey fuckin me, I laugh, dirty bitch,
Stay humble even doe I know I'm da shit,
But if rap don't work out I guve me 36,
Or better 72 or better 144,
Dats 4 of em if u ain't know it,
I break it down [?],
N I make it do what it do dat dirty money galore,
N da feds dey gon have to catch me,
Or money power respect me,
DA haters used to neglect me, but nowaday dey justaccept me,
Cause fightin what dey expected since ice dey see n my necklace,
N glory all n my story, alot of niggas dey bore me,
I used to ain't matter much ut I hustle like Robert Horry,
N now I'm ballin like Kobe, shit change Lebron James,
N now I'm gettin dis money n killin em John Wayne,
I chilled n my time came, my peer fast as a leer,
I dare without a fear dey try 2 box me I squared,
I ran circles around em, n now look at em here,
Dey cheerin dat I'm on top,
Bustin like I'm a glock,
Butsin right out da box,
I bust em right out da pot,
N went to da jewelry store [?] butsin all out da watch,
Me perform like a GT trick bike,
Say a word nigga I can pull yo bitch like,
I know sign language,
We call it shine language,
Let da swag talk,
She say it's da swag fault
Shine'n lyrics - Meek Mill
I said my niggas be rollin on sidewards sippin on shank(boss)
'Cause it ain't shit for young bosses in my camp
Certified goon 100 on stance
Got that hater throw on shade 'cause I'm shinen like a lamp
Shinen like a lamp, sh-shinen like a lamp
You see tha hater throw on shade 'cause I'm shinen like a lamp
Shinen like a lamp, sh-shinen like a lamp
Me and P-Mont in the caddy and we be slidin like a ramp[yeaa]
I get it like this like that
That purple shit that I be slingin stickin like mice traps
I take a lost but I don't fall I'm a get right back
I drop tha oils in the water and it just might
[talking: T.I.]
I get it like this like that
That purple shit that I be slingin stickin like mice traps
I take a lost but I don't fall I'm a get right back
I drop them oils in the water and it just might crack
Said it just mite snap yea it jus mite jump
Shit I mite jus hit it hard and come up jus like luck
I got these stitches in my face and said they jus like buck
So I pop them and watch them fade away at a player rage
I be a-ok kickin it like an 808[kickin it]
'Cause I get, if I dnt got it I make a way
Natural born hustla, ever since a youngin I been all about dat double up
Ya'll was playin double dutch, runnin with the girls I was
I was with the d-boys and how they make they sales
Now I do it well, I learned from the realest
If it ain't about no money then it ain't about me nigga
I gotta blok like this, can't wear skinny jeans 'cause my glock won't fit
No one on the corner got a swagga like dis
When I step up in the hood I be good real shit
Jus me no goon, or t-groon, got dem multi-colored diamonds lookin like a cartoon
See dem haters lookin at me wanna stick me harpoon
But I'm glizzy with dat grizzy put nigga on snooze
Fresh like Manny be, I said roll a face blue like gazanny be
I'm here now, they like can he be? Filght attendants
With the haters had plans for me, more money is what the maker had planned for me
But I'm back and watch the whole hood chant for me, I'm back now watch the whole hood chant for me,
But I'm back.
'Cause it ain't shit for young bosses in my camp
Certified goon 100 on stance
Got that hater throw on shade 'cause I'm shinen like a lamp
Shinen like a lamp, sh-shinen like a lamp
You see tha hater throw on shade 'cause I'm shinen like a lamp
Shinen like a lamp, sh-shinen like a lamp
Me and P-Mont in the caddy and we be slidin like a ramp[yeaa]
I get it like this like that
That purple shit that I be slingin stickin like mice traps
I take a lost but I don't fall I'm a get right back
I drop tha oils in the water and it just might
[talking: T.I.]
I get it like this like that
That purple shit that I be slingin stickin like mice traps
I take a lost but I don't fall I'm a get right back
I drop them oils in the water and it just might crack
Said it just mite snap yea it jus mite jump
Shit I mite jus hit it hard and come up jus like luck
I got these stitches in my face and said they jus like buck
So I pop them and watch them fade away at a player rage
I be a-ok kickin it like an 808[kickin it]
'Cause I get, if I dnt got it I make a way
Natural born hustla, ever since a youngin I been all about dat double up
Ya'll was playin double dutch, runnin with the girls I was
I was with the d-boys and how they make they sales
Now I do it well, I learned from the realest
If it ain't about no money then it ain't about me nigga
I gotta blok like this, can't wear skinny jeans 'cause my glock won't fit
No one on the corner got a swagga like dis
When I step up in the hood I be good real shit
Jus me no goon, or t-groon, got dem multi-colored diamonds lookin like a cartoon
See dem haters lookin at me wanna stick me harpoon
But I'm glizzy with dat grizzy put nigga on snooze
Fresh like Manny be, I said roll a face blue like gazanny be
I'm here now, they like can he be? Filght attendants
With the haters had plans for me, more money is what the maker had planned for me
But I'm back and watch the whole hood chant for me, I'm back now watch the whole hood chant for me,
But I'm back.
I'm So Fly lyrics - Meek Mill
Jjj-Jungle Beats... Holla At Me
Grand Hustle Nigga... money [x3]
[Chorus:]
You Know Me I'm So Fly
Be lookin Like Money everytime I Ride By
Got Dem Benjies IN My Pocket and Money On MY Mind
If It Ain't About No Paper Then It Ain't about I
Cause I Get GEt GEt It Money I Get
When I Step Up IN Da Club I Be Fellin Like I'm Mitch
When I Be THe Hood I Be Ridin With CHo Bitch
You Know She Probably On My Dick
BEcause I'm Probably The Shit
Listen I'm a BAll Til I Fall
Spit It Like I print it
Got Shawty On Da Low
Cause I GEt GEt Get It
Don't Worry Bout IT
I probably Just Hit It
I AInt stubbern With Dem Hoes
You CAn HAve her BAck NIgga
I'm a Boss, Shit Everything I Does I Do
I DOnt Even Wanna Buy It If I Can't Cop two
If It Ain't About No Paper
Den IT Ain't About WHo?
Ain't about I, Cause I Be On My Grind
I'm a Trap-A-Holic
My Niggas Be Ballin
YOu NIggas Be Fraudin
I Spit Like I'm Retarded
You Niggas KNow The Deal
I Be Ridin Martian
Pull UpIn A Spaceship
Shit On You lIek A Toilet
Them Bitches be like I'll
Dem Hataz gotta smell my shit
Red Horse on My Shirt Red Stripes on My Kicks
Put That Porshe Shit To Work
Boxter Pop A SIp
SLide thhru Ya Hood Like hata was good!?
[Chorus:]
You Know Me I'm So Fly
Be lookin Like Money everytime I Ride By
Got Dem Benjies IN My Pocket and Money On MY Mind
If It Ain't About No Paper Then It Ain't about I
Cause I Get GEt GEt It Money I Get
When I Step Up IN Da Club I Be Fellin Like I'm Mitch
When I Be THe Hood I Be Ridin With CHo Bitch
You Know She Probably On My Dick
BEcause I'm Probably The Shit
I say I got my first bit of money thought I knew it all
Went to MIA south beach blew it all
Came back to the hood trappin super hard
Super down look at me now Superstar
In dat black on black Charger rims soy sauce
Bunch of diamonds in ma chain da wrist[? ]
Bitches gimmie head and tail like a quater toss
Cause I just signed to grand hustle I'm for sure to ball
I say we be the freshest
Jewlery be vvs'n
Caddy be dts'n
Like Khalad shit we the best
And I tell dem hoes I don't wanna talk just leave a message
Automatic stash boxes so they can't see the weapons
But I be GT reppin Grand Hustle the muscle
No we don't love these whores I jus love wen I fuck em
No I don't tuck em nor do I love em or cuff em
I jus hit em and spplit em pass em off to ma cousin
[Chorus:]
You Know Me I'm So Fly
Be lookin Like Money everytime I Ride By
Got Dem Benjies IN My Pocket and Money On MY Mind
If It Ain't About No Paper Then It Ain't about I
Cause I Get GEt GEt It Money I Get
When I Step Up IN Da Club I Be Fellin Like I'm Mitch
When I Be THe Hood I Be Ridin With CHo Bitch
You Know She Probably On My Dick
BEcause I'm Probably The Shit
Grand Hustle Nigga... money [x3]
[Chorus:]
You Know Me I'm So Fly
Be lookin Like Money everytime I Ride By
Got Dem Benjies IN My Pocket and Money On MY Mind
If It Ain't About No Paper Then It Ain't about I
Cause I Get GEt GEt It Money I Get
When I Step Up IN Da Club I Be Fellin Like I'm Mitch
When I Be THe Hood I Be Ridin With CHo Bitch
You Know She Probably On My Dick
BEcause I'm Probably The Shit
Listen I'm a BAll Til I Fall
Spit It Like I print it
Got Shawty On Da Low
Cause I GEt GEt Get It
Don't Worry Bout IT
I probably Just Hit It
I AInt stubbern With Dem Hoes
You CAn HAve her BAck NIgga
I'm a Boss, Shit Everything I Does I Do
I DOnt Even Wanna Buy It If I Can't Cop two
If It Ain't About No Paper
Den IT Ain't About WHo?
Ain't about I, Cause I Be On My Grind
I'm a Trap-A-Holic
My Niggas Be Ballin
YOu NIggas Be Fraudin
I Spit Like I'm Retarded
You Niggas KNow The Deal
I Be Ridin Martian
Pull UpIn A Spaceship
Shit On You lIek A Toilet
Them Bitches be like I'll
Dem Hataz gotta smell my shit
Red Horse on My Shirt Red Stripes on My Kicks
Put That Porshe Shit To Work
Boxter Pop A SIp
SLide thhru Ya Hood Like hata was good!?
[Chorus:]
You Know Me I'm So Fly
Be lookin Like Money everytime I Ride By
Got Dem Benjies IN My Pocket and Money On MY Mind
If It Ain't About No Paper Then It Ain't about I
Cause I Get GEt GEt It Money I Get
When I Step Up IN Da Club I Be Fellin Like I'm Mitch
When I Be THe Hood I Be Ridin With CHo Bitch
You Know She Probably On My Dick
BEcause I'm Probably The Shit
I say I got my first bit of money thought I knew it all
Went to MIA south beach blew it all
Came back to the hood trappin super hard
Super down look at me now Superstar
In dat black on black Charger rims soy sauce
Bunch of diamonds in ma chain da wrist[? ]
Bitches gimmie head and tail like a quater toss
Cause I just signed to grand hustle I'm for sure to ball
I say we be the freshest
Jewlery be vvs'n
Caddy be dts'n
Like Khalad shit we the best
And I tell dem hoes I don't wanna talk just leave a message
Automatic stash boxes so they can't see the weapons
But I be GT reppin Grand Hustle the muscle
No we don't love these whores I jus love wen I fuck em
No I don't tuck em nor do I love em or cuff em
I jus hit em and spplit em pass em off to ma cousin
[Chorus:]
You Know Me I'm So Fly
Be lookin Like Money everytime I Ride By
Got Dem Benjies IN My Pocket and Money On MY Mind
If It Ain't About No Paper Then It Ain't about I
Cause I Get GEt GEt It Money I Get
When I Step Up IN Da Club I Be Fellin Like I'm Mitch
When I Be THe Hood I Be Ridin With CHo Bitch
You Know She Probably On My Dick
BEcause I'm Probably The Shit
Hottest In Tha City lyrics - Meek Mill
[Hook: x2]
Hottest In The City [x4]
Ain't no body gonna top
[Verse:]
Meek Milly I'm flammin
Hotter den da whip I came in, harder den da pavement
Droppin on dese niggas back to back I'm rainmaker
'Cause you the top noodle like Raymond[save it]
Boss Ricky Ross, stand tall City Hall
I'm the hottest in the city got dem rida niggas with me
When they let me out the cell I was bobbin like I'm Diddy
Den Omelly came to scoop with da choppa in his fizzy {like}
Like what it is, what's really good
I be anywhere, any block, any hood
All my niggas ride hard like a inny should
I be beastin these rap niggas like a skinny should
In yo area puffy on scovo, I jus wanna make a little change OBAMA
Me and Osama co-45ers get the bustin I ain't talkin yo mama {Nigga m the}
[Hook]
It's Philly Mill, is he really real?
Hold up, let me tell dese niggas how I really feel
Bitch nigga come home for a stripe, start dissin niggas on a tape {fuck outta here}
Shout out to G-Raw, shout out to nigga Vok, shout out to black Neil real niggas on top
I'm on my different sht, can't stop won't stop
Send Omelly out with 30 and he ain't gon stop
He gonna do you niggas dirty like a floor mop
Hit you on the first row of bull shots, more shots
Heard about your little diss, you ain't drop
The mix tapes real niggas who ain't cop it
My bag oh ain't I, I'm in my bag oh ain't I
40 on my hip, one up in the chamber
30 in the clit, walk up like a stranger
You with all of dat, dey be like dats a flamer {'Cause I'm da}
[Hook]
I spit flame, Luke Kane yea I finished him
I give it to em niggas raw like Dominicans[yea]
Hater, I got plenty dem but like Arsenial, I semmie dem really tho
Will is blue, fuck a nigga ass like Omelio, Niggas say I'm sick but I'm illy tho
I be on some shit behind prints till something hit me with a pretty hoe
Be on the southside but in North Philly tho, really tho
Bird by the pound, but crack by the o-z, I'm so fly all your hoes know me
Me, Oski, Haddy dropped the matix tough, hittin bitches like the batter up, you mad at dem
We gettin paper, hater how you made it? forty-orty, jump all on it we gettin major
Young player, more like Kobe play for the Lakers, with cavali Pardas in multi-color flavors
[Hook: till end]
Hottest In The City [x4]
Ain't no body gonna top
[Verse:]
Meek Milly I'm flammin
Hotter den da whip I came in, harder den da pavement
Droppin on dese niggas back to back I'm rainmaker
'Cause you the top noodle like Raymond[save it]
Boss Ricky Ross, stand tall City Hall
I'm the hottest in the city got dem rida niggas with me
When they let me out the cell I was bobbin like I'm Diddy
Den Omelly came to scoop with da choppa in his fizzy {like}
Like what it is, what's really good
I be anywhere, any block, any hood
All my niggas ride hard like a inny should
I be beastin these rap niggas like a skinny should
In yo area puffy on scovo, I jus wanna make a little change OBAMA
Me and Osama co-45ers get the bustin I ain't talkin yo mama {Nigga m the}
[Hook]
It's Philly Mill, is he really real?
Hold up, let me tell dese niggas how I really feel
Bitch nigga come home for a stripe, start dissin niggas on a tape {fuck outta here}
Shout out to G-Raw, shout out to nigga Vok, shout out to black Neil real niggas on top
I'm on my different sht, can't stop won't stop
Send Omelly out with 30 and he ain't gon stop
He gonna do you niggas dirty like a floor mop
Hit you on the first row of bull shots, more shots
Heard about your little diss, you ain't drop
The mix tapes real niggas who ain't cop it
My bag oh ain't I, I'm in my bag oh ain't I
40 on my hip, one up in the chamber
30 in the clit, walk up like a stranger
You with all of dat, dey be like dats a flamer {'Cause I'm da}
[Hook]
I spit flame, Luke Kane yea I finished him
I give it to em niggas raw like Dominicans[yea]
Hater, I got plenty dem but like Arsenial, I semmie dem really tho
Will is blue, fuck a nigga ass like Omelio, Niggas say I'm sick but I'm illy tho
I be on some shit behind prints till something hit me with a pretty hoe
Be on the southside but in North Philly tho, really tho
Bird by the pound, but crack by the o-z, I'm so fly all your hoes know me
Me, Oski, Haddy dropped the matix tough, hittin bitches like the batter up, you mad at dem
We gettin paper, hater how you made it? forty-orty, jump all on it we gettin major
Young player, more like Kobe play for the Lakers, with cavali Pardas in multi-color flavors
[Hook: till end]
Living At The Speed Of Light lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. B.o.B)
[Meek Mill:]
Yea... You can b here one day gon any minute, dats y I live eryday likes it's my last
[Chorus: B.o.B]
Well, You could be here one day, gon in a minute, cause life is so short but it's own as a minute see I'm (see I'm) I'm juss living at da speed of light (Juss Livin) juss living at da speed of light
N I would neva waste a minute, I'm neva giving up n I'm breakin every limit cause I'm (cause I'm) I'm juss living at da speed of light (yea) I'm juss living at da speed of light
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Speedin in da fast lane watchin thru my rearview, thinkin bout da past man n all da shit I did do, shit dat coulda took my life from me, dat I lived thru, cases dat I coulda caught cracks dat I done slid thru the bids too, struggles I done came from da main one, was da day my dad died I neva been da same son, turned into a man young cause I ain't understand sumthen, changes I was brought thru streets dat I was forced to, u could b here one day gon in a minute, dats y I get dat money spend it like I print it, ball to I fall, till da day I deminish, I ain't neva gon stop I push it to da limit.
[Chorus: B.o.B]
Well, You could be here one day, gon in a minute, cause life is so short but it's own as a minute see I'm (see I'm) I'm juss living at da speed of light (Juss Livin) juss living at da speed of light
N I would neva waste a minute (Neva), I'm neva giving up n I'm breakin every limit cause I'm (cause I'm) I'm juss living at da speed of light (yea) I'm juss living at da speed of light
[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Dey gav my nigga twenty years man dey wasn't evn right, got em in da hell hole livin at da speed of light, prayin dat da time fly by so he can see da light, see his kids meet a wife, all ova a key a white, but y u think dey take dat time from u cause u need it right, n u can't get it bac so how dey givin niggaz life, like u gon live again, grow up b a kid again, dats y I neva waste time I cherish ery minute in, pray to GOD faithful tho, man half dat shit I make I blow, I don't evn take it slow cause any givin day could go, n I can meet my death date, b4 my last breath take, dats y I go n get it now, I b like fuck waitin
[Chorus: B.o.B]
Well, You could be here one day, gon in a minute, cause life is so short but it's own as a minute see I'm (see I'm) I'm juss living at da speed of light (Juss Livin) juss living at da speed of light
N I would neva waste a minute (Neva), I'm neva giving up n I'm breakin every limit cause I'm (cause I'm) I'm juss living at da speed of light (yea) I'm juss living at da speed of light
[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
From where da good die young, n da bad don't evn last at, where da young niggaz 16 n ova die fast at, I was made derr n raised derr but moved past dat, livin at da speed of light it look like a flashback, I done got money, went broke n got da cash back, had it I was cool tho, lost it I got laughed at, dats y I neva eva cherish nuthen I can hav bac, thank u for my life tho I wish dat I can stash dat, yea, shit I'm juss livin at da speed of light, ballin hard to see da light b here today decease da night, I juss hope wen GOD come arrest me dat he read my rights read my wrongs keep me right, send me home but leave me right.
[Chorus: B.o.B]
Well, You could be here one day, gon in a minute, cause life is so short but it's own as a minute see I'm (see I'm) I'm juss living at da speed of light juss living at da speed of light
N I would neva waste a minute I'm neva giving up n I'm breakin every limit cause I'm (cause I'm) I'm juss living at da speed of light I'm juss living at da speed of light
Yea... You can b here one day gon any minute, dats y I live eryday likes it's my last
[Chorus: B.o.B]
Well, You could be here one day, gon in a minute, cause life is so short but it's own as a minute see I'm (see I'm) I'm juss living at da speed of light (Juss Livin) juss living at da speed of light
N I would neva waste a minute, I'm neva giving up n I'm breakin every limit cause I'm (cause I'm) I'm juss living at da speed of light (yea) I'm juss living at da speed of light
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Speedin in da fast lane watchin thru my rearview, thinkin bout da past man n all da shit I did do, shit dat coulda took my life from me, dat I lived thru, cases dat I coulda caught cracks dat I done slid thru the bids too, struggles I done came from da main one, was da day my dad died I neva been da same son, turned into a man young cause I ain't understand sumthen, changes I was brought thru streets dat I was forced to, u could b here one day gon in a minute, dats y I get dat money spend it like I print it, ball to I fall, till da day I deminish, I ain't neva gon stop I push it to da limit.
[Chorus: B.o.B]
Well, You could be here one day, gon in a minute, cause life is so short but it's own as a minute see I'm (see I'm) I'm juss living at da speed of light (Juss Livin) juss living at da speed of light
N I would neva waste a minute (Neva), I'm neva giving up n I'm breakin every limit cause I'm (cause I'm) I'm juss living at da speed of light (yea) I'm juss living at da speed of light
[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Dey gav my nigga twenty years man dey wasn't evn right, got em in da hell hole livin at da speed of light, prayin dat da time fly by so he can see da light, see his kids meet a wife, all ova a key a white, but y u think dey take dat time from u cause u need it right, n u can't get it bac so how dey givin niggaz life, like u gon live again, grow up b a kid again, dats y I neva waste time I cherish ery minute in, pray to GOD faithful tho, man half dat shit I make I blow, I don't evn take it slow cause any givin day could go, n I can meet my death date, b4 my last breath take, dats y I go n get it now, I b like fuck waitin
[Chorus: B.o.B]
Well, You could be here one day, gon in a minute, cause life is so short but it's own as a minute see I'm (see I'm) I'm juss living at da speed of light (Juss Livin) juss living at da speed of light
N I would neva waste a minute (Neva), I'm neva giving up n I'm breakin every limit cause I'm (cause I'm) I'm juss living at da speed of light (yea) I'm juss living at da speed of light
[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
From where da good die young, n da bad don't evn last at, where da young niggaz 16 n ova die fast at, I was made derr n raised derr but moved past dat, livin at da speed of light it look like a flashback, I done got money, went broke n got da cash back, had it I was cool tho, lost it I got laughed at, dats y I neva eva cherish nuthen I can hav bac, thank u for my life tho I wish dat I can stash dat, yea, shit I'm juss livin at da speed of light, ballin hard to see da light b here today decease da night, I juss hope wen GOD come arrest me dat he read my rights read my wrongs keep me right, send me home but leave me right.
[Chorus: B.o.B]
Well, You could be here one day, gon in a minute, cause life is so short but it's own as a minute see I'm (see I'm) I'm juss living at da speed of light juss living at da speed of light
N I would neva waste a minute I'm neva giving up n I'm breakin every limit cause I'm (cause I'm) I'm juss living at da speed of light I'm juss living at da speed of light
Flamers Freestyle lyrics - Meek Mill
[Meek Millz:]
Flamers Haha drama I got em I got em beast
I sed you be where the lames be I be where it's poppin at
Money cars clothes and hoes yea I get alot of dhat
Hataz talkin dirty bout the kid we ain't buyin
40 oughta clean em up, soak em like a laundromat
Bitches throwin pussy trynna fuck me, where the condom at?
See I'm zeemin trynna keep my semen I ain't down with dhat
Lil bitches crazy dey wanna have my baby cause bank account ben franklin out MAYBE
My president is black, my glock is two and I probly put a lock on a block near you
I sed my niggaz get the drop, dey gon drop air you I was neva scared of what
What chu heard fear who
I can see with clear view you fuck boyz is pussy and I be on my chill but all u gotta do it push me
And my goonz be wishin for me get a nigga baried, I jus give the word and push yo shit back like paliminary
Cemetary bitch u worry fuck you like the bitch you married
Nigga you ain't heard I'm bout word like a dictionary shit chu spit is fictionary
[Music Fades]
I'm so trilla swingin through the jungle like gorilla bananna clip pealer
Niggaz sleepin on you cause u softer den a pillow
Ol pussy talkin reckless like a killer and uh the draws is for the bitches
Hallows for the snitches we dnt play with revolvers play with choppas with extenders
I'm a BOSS I tell the hoe to drop nd get the business
Flamers Haha drama I got em I got em beast
I sed you be where the lames be I be where it's poppin at
Money cars clothes and hoes yea I get alot of dhat
Hataz talkin dirty bout the kid we ain't buyin
40 oughta clean em up, soak em like a laundromat
Bitches throwin pussy trynna fuck me, where the condom at?
See I'm zeemin trynna keep my semen I ain't down with dhat
Lil bitches crazy dey wanna have my baby cause bank account ben franklin out MAYBE
My president is black, my glock is two and I probly put a lock on a block near you
I sed my niggaz get the drop, dey gon drop air you I was neva scared of what
What chu heard fear who
I can see with clear view you fuck boyz is pussy and I be on my chill but all u gotta do it push me
And my goonz be wishin for me get a nigga baried, I jus give the word and push yo shit back like paliminary
Cemetary bitch u worry fuck you like the bitch you married
Nigga you ain't heard I'm bout word like a dictionary shit chu spit is fictionary
[Music Fades]
I'm so trilla swingin through the jungle like gorilla bananna clip pealer
Niggaz sleepin on you cause u softer den a pillow
Ol pussy talkin reckless like a killer and uh the draws is for the bitches
Hallows for the snitches we dnt play with revolvers play with choppas with extenders
I'm a BOSS I tell the hoe to drop nd get the business
The Future lyrics - Meek Mill
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
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
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