[Intro:]
See most of y'all sucka ass niggas
wouldn't last a week in my hood if you was broke
And wouldn't last a day if you had money
I seen grown men cry, grown men die, for the love of that money
In God we trust!
[Verse 1:]
My trigger finger itchin', Palms itchin' too
We back-to-back in ghosts, playin' peek-a-boo
We went to war with Sosa over a brick or two
So for a hundred ki's, think what my clique could do
I'm talkin' clappin' toasts, bullets'll hit your roof
They hit his body he went in shock, no Pikachu
Niggas ain’t bout it they talkin’ but really pick and choose
We on our second strike, we ain’t got shit to lose
All my niggas is felons, all you niggas is tellin’
Sold your soul to them people, they gon’ get you to sell it
They gon’ get you to move it, they gon’ get you a buick
They gon’ get you a wire, like niggas gon’ use it
You gon’ tell on your brothas, what a lame homie
I got a bullet with your name on it, and a full clip I autographed
Kids cryin’ at the viewing, I guess it was upset
[Hook:]
We done went to war with the realest, shot it out with the best
Talkin’ high-end gorillas, banana clips make a mess
I seen young niggas cry, I seen young niggas fold
I seen young niggas die because a young nigga told
For the love of the money, for the love of the money
For the love of the money, love of the money
Man, them young niggas hungry, for the love of the money
I seen real niggas cry, I seen real niggas hit
I seen real niggas die, cuz a real nigga snitch
In God we trust
[Verse 2:]
Lotta niggas act Tony-like
Told them deez everything you heard but that’s your homie right
But he got killers lurkin’ outside at your home tonight
They gon’ hit the crib and kill the kids, oh that’s Kony right
Oh that’s Kony-like, everybody bleed
Cuz he come out in 2060, Christmas Eve
First time he went to prison he ain’t get to leave
Feds takin’ pictures, niggas is rats, you should say cheese
Once a local dude, shit the fire now
Never ever spit a rap but he got bars now
I’m talkin fed time, yard up, yard down
Baby mama can’t pay the bills, shit is hard now
How that make you feel, you should pay them bills
MA spittin in them trays when they make yo’ meal
Niggas shittin’ out them packs just to take them pills
And his baby mama brought em in, boy this shit is real
Niggas turn to Muslim, niggas turn to Christian
They gave him life, he try’n appeal it, got him on a mission
His homies ain’t learn, they still in the kitchen
They firin’ bullshit, that coka ain’t swimmin’
It’s coming up short, no food on the fork
Niggas is catchin’ cases, niggas is goin’ to court
He done slaved in the field, you the one on the porch
With the gun in your hand, try and run with the man
[Hook]
[Outro:]
Hey look, I’ma tell you like this
If you in school nigga, stay in school
If you got a job nigga, stay at work
If you a family man, stay with your muhfuckin’ family nigga
Cuz this shit ain’t meant for everybody dawg
Everybody talk that shit, until they get caught up in some real shit
And then they start talkin’ that shit
[Hook]
Young & Gettin' It lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Kirko Bangz)
Young and I’m getting it, young and I’m getting it
Young and I’m getting it, young and I’m getting it
I’m just young and I’m living shit
I just want the money, y’all can keep them bitches
Cause I’m young and I’m getting it, I’m young and I’m getting it
[Hook - Kirko Bangz]
Ok, I wake up in the morning and I see dollar signs (facts),
Shorty wanna roll and I’m like aw man she fine (facts),
I got money all in my pocket and my Audermar on shine
So why you hating on me (huh), I’m just living my life
I’m just young and I’m getting it (work), young and I’m getting it (work),
Young and I’m getting it (work), young and I’m getting it (work),
I’m just young and I’m living shit (work),
I just want the money (work), y’all can keep them bitches (work),
Cause I’m young and I’m getting it (work), I’m young and I’m getting it
[Meek Mill]
Yeah, young nigga I get money and fuck hoes in my spare time
She don’t fuck on the first night, then she don’t meet my deadline
Niggas smoking that Bob Marley, that Bob Marley like yeah man
I’m sipping on the whole eighth of that purp shit, bed time
I copped 4's like yours, y’all niggas ain’t important
Shorty want that molly, and I’m gonna give ger she order
Tats all in my body, strapped up like I'm war
Eat the pussy I probably, if it smell like water
Her neck talk it say fuck me, my wrist talk it say suck me
These niggas claiming they balling, I take your bitch Kris Humphries
And make them buy me a whip nigga
Nothing less than a 6 nigga,
Y’all running y’all mouth like hoes, all y’all some bitch niggas
[Hook - Kirko Bangz]
Ok, I wake up in the morning and I see dollar signs (facts),
Shorty wanna roll and I’m like aw man she fine (facts),
I got money all in my pocket and my Audermar on shine
So why you hating on me (huh), I’m just living my life
I’m just young and I’m getting it (work), young and I’m getting it (work),
Young and I’m getting it (work), young and I’m getting it (work),
I’m just young and I’m living shit (work),
I just want the money (work), y’all can keep them bitches (work),
Cause I’m young and I’m getting it (work), I’m young and I’m getting it
[Meek Mill]
Okay, your baby mama, I balled that (check), side chick I balled that (check)
Main chick I balled that (check), and your dream girl just called back
I’m still repping that north side with that big P on my ball cap
These broke niggas don’t like me, cause they say I think I’m all that
Now coon copped that rari, I don’t need to feel sorry
Niggas claiming my flows, I should put these niggas on maury
And I ain’t claiming these hoes, got these haters looking all salty
When I pulled up in that Rolls, swag and surfing on them like gnarly
I’m with 3 hoes like Santa Clause, and I’m the boss Diana Ross
Hit you girl by mistake nigga, wasn’t even in my plan at all
I told homie I hit it thфе, thшs nigga won't be playing at all
Knowing that girl his main thing, that shit I don’t like nigga, bang, bang
[Hook]
Young and I’m getting it, young and I’m getting it
I’m just young and I’m living shit
I just want the money, y’all can keep them bitches
Cause I’m young and I’m getting it, I’m young and I’m getting it
[Hook - Kirko Bangz]
Ok, I wake up in the morning and I see dollar signs (facts),
Shorty wanna roll and I’m like aw man she fine (facts),
I got money all in my pocket and my Audermar on shine
So why you hating on me (huh), I’m just living my life
I’m just young and I’m getting it (work), young and I’m getting it (work),
Young and I’m getting it (work), young and I’m getting it (work),
I’m just young and I’m living shit (work),
I just want the money (work), y’all can keep them bitches (work),
Cause I’m young and I’m getting it (work), I’m young and I’m getting it
[Meek Mill]
Yeah, young nigga I get money and fuck hoes in my spare time
She don’t fuck on the first night, then she don’t meet my deadline
Niggas smoking that Bob Marley, that Bob Marley like yeah man
I’m sipping on the whole eighth of that purp shit, bed time
I copped 4's like yours, y’all niggas ain’t important
Shorty want that molly, and I’m gonna give ger she order
Tats all in my body, strapped up like I'm war
Eat the pussy I probably, if it smell like water
Her neck talk it say fuck me, my wrist talk it say suck me
These niggas claiming they balling, I take your bitch Kris Humphries
And make them buy me a whip nigga
Nothing less than a 6 nigga,
Y’all running y’all mouth like hoes, all y’all some bitch niggas
[Hook - Kirko Bangz]
Ok, I wake up in the morning and I see dollar signs (facts),
Shorty wanna roll and I’m like aw man she fine (facts),
I got money all in my pocket and my Audermar on shine
So why you hating on me (huh), I’m just living my life
I’m just young and I’m getting it (work), young and I’m getting it (work),
Young and I’m getting it (work), young and I’m getting it (work),
I’m just young and I’m living shit (work),
I just want the money (work), y’all can keep them bitches (work),
Cause I’m young and I’m getting it (work), I’m young and I’m getting it
[Meek Mill]
Okay, your baby mama, I balled that (check), side chick I balled that (check)
Main chick I balled that (check), and your dream girl just called back
I’m still repping that north side with that big P on my ball cap
These broke niggas don’t like me, cause they say I think I’m all that
Now coon copped that rari, I don’t need to feel sorry
Niggas claiming my flows, I should put these niggas on maury
And I ain’t claiming these hoes, got these haters looking all salty
When I pulled up in that Rolls, swag and surfing on them like gnarly
I’m with 3 hoes like Santa Clause, and I’m the boss Diana Ross
Hit you girl by mistake nigga, wasn’t even in my plan at all
I told homie I hit it thфе, thшs nigga won't be playing at all
Knowing that girl his main thing, that shit I don’t like nigga, bang, bang
[Hook]
Traumatized lyrics - Meek Mill
[Verse 1:]
It really hurt me when they killed Shotty
I was locked down in my cell and I had to read about it
And when they killed Diddy, left him out in Philly
We was young and gettin' money, man we used to run the city
We was rockin' all them shows, fuckin' all them hoes
And when they killed Darryl, Renee had to see him froze on the ground
Downtown, I can hear the sounds now
When she walked up to that casket seen her son and fell down
I drop tears for my niggas that ain't here
And still think about you even though that it been years
Cause half the niggas that I grew up with is all dead
All this pain and all this stressin' I should have a bald head
Cause when my Aunt Rhonda died she looked Tock in his eyes
Saw death comin', when she seen it she just cried
Prolly part of the reason we drink and we get high
When I find the nigga that killed my daddy know I'mma ride
Hope you hear me, I'mma kill you nigga
To let you know that I don't feel you nigga
Yeah, you ripped my family apart and made my momma cry
So when I see you nigga it's gon' be a homicide
Cuz I was only a toddler, you left me traumatized
You made me man of the house and it was grindin' time
So I'mma let this flame hit you just to let this pain hit you
And for all them cloudy days I'mma let this rain hit you nigga
[Hook:]
I know [x8]
You ripped my family apart and made my momma cry
So when I see you nigga it's gon' be a homicide
I know [x8]
So I'mma let this flame hit you just to let this pain hit you
And for all them cloudy days I'mma let this rain hit you nigga
[Verse 2:]
And I ain't ready
Niggas wanna murder me I'm ridin' around heavy
I think they wanna wet me like New Orleans and the levees
But I got this mac elevy, these niggas'll never get me
Lord knows, I got alotta homies in the dirt
Niggas sprayin' metal tryna take you off the earth
Really over nothin', tell me what it's worth
Tryna take you out the game just to put you on a shirt
I Rose from the jungle like Derrick
Death to anybody that oppose my spirit
My future lookin' brighter than this rose I'm starin' at
We be runnin' trains on the hoes y'all cherish
Rest in peace to my niggas, I swear I miss them to death
My hammer sing murda music, I'll let you listen to death
I'll have you walk with the reaper when hollows rip through your chest
Cause if you throw 'em I throw back like Mitchell & Ness
I'm gone
[Hook:]
I know [x8]
You ripped my family apart and made my momma cry
So when I see you nigga it's gon' be a homicide
I know [x8]
So I'mma let this flame hit you just to let this pain hit you
And for all them cloudy days I'mma let this rain hit you nigga
[Verse 3:]
Man my life so real
Last night I went to sleep and woke up with the chills
Started with a dollar now I got a couple mil
And I make a hundred thousand every time a nigga spill
Man I almost got murked in front of the same church
My dad got carried in, family got married in
That was in my older days, this is now, that was then
Had the block jumpin' for them dollars, Shawn Marion
Young nigga gon' get my own that's why I'm arrogant
Homie need the bail, for them bonds we'll bury 'em
Lock 'em like a terrier
Breakin' all barriers
Just to beat the trial we go miles like Darius
Cause cops tryna catch me, niggas tryna clap me
Haters runnin at me, know they wanna get at me
And people got the nerve to ask why I don't look happy
I did it for my niggas, and I did this shit for Kathy
[Hook:]
I know [x8]
You ripped my family apart and made my momma cry
So when I see you nigga it's gon' be a homicide
I know [x8]
So I'mma let this flame hit you just to let this pain hit you
And for all them cloudy days I'mma let this rain hit you nigga
It really hurt me when they killed Shotty
I was locked down in my cell and I had to read about it
And when they killed Diddy, left him out in Philly
We was young and gettin' money, man we used to run the city
We was rockin' all them shows, fuckin' all them hoes
And when they killed Darryl, Renee had to see him froze on the ground
Downtown, I can hear the sounds now
When she walked up to that casket seen her son and fell down
I drop tears for my niggas that ain't here
And still think about you even though that it been years
Cause half the niggas that I grew up with is all dead
All this pain and all this stressin' I should have a bald head
Cause when my Aunt Rhonda died she looked Tock in his eyes
Saw death comin', when she seen it she just cried
Prolly part of the reason we drink and we get high
When I find the nigga that killed my daddy know I'mma ride
Hope you hear me, I'mma kill you nigga
To let you know that I don't feel you nigga
Yeah, you ripped my family apart and made my momma cry
So when I see you nigga it's gon' be a homicide
Cuz I was only a toddler, you left me traumatized
You made me man of the house and it was grindin' time
So I'mma let this flame hit you just to let this pain hit you
And for all them cloudy days I'mma let this rain hit you nigga
[Hook:]
I know [x8]
You ripped my family apart and made my momma cry
So when I see you nigga it's gon' be a homicide
I know [x8]
So I'mma let this flame hit you just to let this pain hit you
And for all them cloudy days I'mma let this rain hit you nigga
[Verse 2:]
And I ain't ready
Niggas wanna murder me I'm ridin' around heavy
I think they wanna wet me like New Orleans and the levees
But I got this mac elevy, these niggas'll never get me
Lord knows, I got alotta homies in the dirt
Niggas sprayin' metal tryna take you off the earth
Really over nothin', tell me what it's worth
Tryna take you out the game just to put you on a shirt
I Rose from the jungle like Derrick
Death to anybody that oppose my spirit
My future lookin' brighter than this rose I'm starin' at
We be runnin' trains on the hoes y'all cherish
Rest in peace to my niggas, I swear I miss them to death
My hammer sing murda music, I'll let you listen to death
I'll have you walk with the reaper when hollows rip through your chest
Cause if you throw 'em I throw back like Mitchell & Ness
I'm gone
[Hook:]
I know [x8]
You ripped my family apart and made my momma cry
So when I see you nigga it's gon' be a homicide
I know [x8]
So I'mma let this flame hit you just to let this pain hit you
And for all them cloudy days I'mma let this rain hit you nigga
[Verse 3:]
Man my life so real
Last night I went to sleep and woke up with the chills
Started with a dollar now I got a couple mil
And I make a hundred thousand every time a nigga spill
Man I almost got murked in front of the same church
My dad got carried in, family got married in
That was in my older days, this is now, that was then
Had the block jumpin' for them dollars, Shawn Marion
Young nigga gon' get my own that's why I'm arrogant
Homie need the bail, for them bonds we'll bury 'em
Lock 'em like a terrier
Breakin' all barriers
Just to beat the trial we go miles like Darius
Cause cops tryna catch me, niggas tryna clap me
Haters runnin at me, know they wanna get at me
And people got the nerve to ask why I don't look happy
I did it for my niggas, and I did this shit for Kathy
[Hook:]
I know [x8]
You ripped my family apart and made my momma cry
So when I see you nigga it's gon' be a homicide
I know [x8]
So I'mma let this flame hit you just to let this pain hit you
And for all them cloudy days I'mma let this rain hit you nigga
Believe It lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Rick Ross)
[Intro: Rick Ross]
All I talk about is money
Cause that's all I know
[Hook: Rick Ross]
I gotta a bad bitch in my Chevy
Sellin Miley Cyrus in my brand new Monte Carlo
I got that Justin Bieber please believe it
A quarter million hangin' on my collar
A half a million in my duffle bag (duffle bag)
Now I'm riding in my Cadillac (Cadillac)
Hammers and the fucking vogues
I'm ridin' clean and I'm fuckin hoes (hah)
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Okay I woke up this morning, tryna get this money
Ya'll niggas was yawning and I'd made it by 20
I got young boys on that corner, I call what you got for me
He say I done moved the whole thing, couple rocks all I got on me
I say yeah nigga it's go, he say yeah nigga we on
I said I be on my way, break a brick down in our zones
And I got work, I got work
And I got pills, and I got purp
And I got goons that's on my team
And they gon' kill like I got murked
If I say so, and I say go
And they go ham, and I lay low
I drop that work off in that toaster
I let go of my eggo
And this for sale nigga
28 grams on my scale nigga
Come and get it all
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Hold on wait a minute
You got the realest and the richest niggas in the building
Feel me?
Whole nigga won't knock you off
Hate the way a nigga love to ball
All the war, common law
Straight killer thats mama fault
Dope boy in my DNA
Straight chips, Fritolay
8 clips, ay Jose
Hector my amigo straight
Don't want no beef, I may crack your taco
I'm screaming rest in peace, Griselda Blanco
I got that Justin Bieber please believe it
I ate that pussy can you keep a secret
Benzo on 4's nigga, countin' all my hoes nigga
That's all I knows nigga, that's all y'all hosed nigga
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
I'm ridin' clean, I'm fucking hoes
I'm fuckin' hoes, I'm ridin' clean
Niggas sellin' that China white
Fuck around with that Yao Ming
Bad bitch and she talk dirty
Talk dirty, her mouth clean
I was sellin' that white shit
Ya'll niggas have boy scout dreams
Spend eighty-thou on my Rolly
Young nigga ball like Kobe
Riding round me and Chino
And my young nigga Goldie
Hot whips you ain’t seen though
Limo thats my Rolly
Two-eleven on yo bitch
Turn yo ass she stole it
My neck look like a light show
My pocket, they need lipo
I stand tall, no iPhone
And them goons go wherever I go
Ya'll niggas pussy like dike hoes
All we know is get paid nigga
I ball hard like Lebron James
And Rozay D-wade nigga
All I talk about is money
Cause that's all I know
[Hook: Rick Ross]
I gotta a bad bitch in my Chevy
Sellin Miley Cyrus in my brand new Monte Carlo
I got that Justin Bieber please believe it
A quarter million hangin' on my collar
A half a million in my duffle bag (duffle bag)
Now I'm riding in my Cadillac (Cadillac)
Hammers and the fucking vogues
I'm ridin' clean and I'm fuckin hoes (hah)
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Okay I woke up this morning, tryna get this money
Ya'll niggas was yawning and I'd made it by 20
I got young boys on that corner, I call what you got for me
He say I done moved the whole thing, couple rocks all I got on me
I say yeah nigga it's go, he say yeah nigga we on
I said I be on my way, break a brick down in our zones
And I got work, I got work
And I got pills, and I got purp
And I got goons that's on my team
And they gon' kill like I got murked
If I say so, and I say go
And they go ham, and I lay low
I drop that work off in that toaster
I let go of my eggo
And this for sale nigga
28 grams on my scale nigga
Come and get it all
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Hold on wait a minute
You got the realest and the richest niggas in the building
Feel me?
Whole nigga won't knock you off
Hate the way a nigga love to ball
All the war, common law
Straight killer thats mama fault
Dope boy in my DNA
Straight chips, Fritolay
8 clips, ay Jose
Hector my amigo straight
Don't want no beef, I may crack your taco
I'm screaming rest in peace, Griselda Blanco
I got that Justin Bieber please believe it
I ate that pussy can you keep a secret
Benzo on 4's nigga, countin' all my hoes nigga
That's all I knows nigga, that's all y'all hosed nigga
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
I'm ridin' clean, I'm fucking hoes
I'm fuckin' hoes, I'm ridin' clean
Niggas sellin' that China white
Fuck around with that Yao Ming
Bad bitch and she talk dirty
Talk dirty, her mouth clean
I was sellin' that white shit
Ya'll niggas have boy scout dreams
Spend eighty-thou on my Rolly
Young nigga ball like Kobe
Riding round me and Chino
And my young nigga Goldie
Hot whips you ain’t seen though
Limo thats my Rolly
Two-eleven on yo bitch
Turn yo ass she stole it
My neck look like a light show
My pocket, they need lipo
I stand tall, no iPhone
And them goons go wherever I go
Ya'll niggas pussy like dike hoes
All we know is get paid nigga
I ball hard like Lebron James
And Rozay D-wade nigga
Maybach Curtains lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Nas, Rick Ross And John Legend)
[Hook: John Legend]
Look how far we came
Through the fire, I stood knowing we would reign
Feels like yesterday when all this was a dream
Through these Maybach curtains I see how life has changed
[Intro: Meek Mill]
I think I'mma dedicate this one
To all the people that thought I wouldn't make it here
Dreamchasers
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Yeah, it was all a dream
On the corner servin' all them fiends
Me and a bunch of my niggas, yeah, we was all a team
The system labeled us killas, but momma called us kings
Walked through the hall of a prison, now it's the hall of fame
And people got the nerve to ask why I wear all these chains
When I was booked, they had me shackled to the wall of shame
So I'm just representin', better yet just reminiscin'
Put down on that Bentley truck, I used to want the Expedition
Now it's bigger things, grew up and got bigger dreams
Cause in my hood, niggas try to smoke you just like nicotine
And this money shit ain't funny, all the shit it brings
You bound to lose your family and your friends, boy this shit is mean
And birthdays was the worst days
Last week I made a hundred on a Thursday
And Club Liv got me sinnin' on a church day
Stevie J all on the mic, he screamin' out my birthplace
Philly, we back!
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Nas]
I'm blunted - You wanna see life's meaning?
On the radio, Al Green, while Mom's cleanin'
Mom's singing along with the songs
And shortly I learned the words to 'em
Nerf balls, I threw 'em
But now I'm a perfectionist to a fault like Jesus
Judgin' his own miracles, but he won't cause he automatic
I'm like an old blues singer living in the bottle
Whose wife left him in the bottom
Writing songs is how we solvin' the problem
My liquid money's a hypnotist to your Mrs
Lay back like I'm in the chair of a dentist
Nasir relentless, a freak like Prince is
Mystique like Sade
Soon as I enter people, point and see my anointment
I ain't tryna do too much
Same time, I ain't no bum nigga not doin' enough
But I ain't tryna do no dumb shit, chasin' my tail in a circle
I made it so I'm chillin' now
Transparent ceiling now
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
The chorus cinematic, going back to Cali
Young street nigga, late 80's suede Bally's
Jewels like Rick the Ruler, looking like I ripped the jeweler
I could cut a check, make some people hit your shooter
Domino effect, you in that magic city
Where all they do is flex; call it Milli Vanilli
Coming from the bottom, my lil' nigga from Philly
Young legend outta Queens, take over city to city
Honor thou mother, go to war for my brother
Giving sufficient funds to significant others
Went from poor now women screamin' for my signature
More war came from the bottom so I know the war
Never worn, always on, y'all niggas luke warm
Talking cash over salads, heavy croûtons
Cuban Linx's equivalent to having suits on
Stretch Maybachs 'til they bring the coupes on
[Hook]
Look how far we came
Through the fire, I stood knowing we would reign
Feels like yesterday when all this was a dream
Through these Maybach curtains I see how life has changed
[Intro: Meek Mill]
I think I'mma dedicate this one
To all the people that thought I wouldn't make it here
Dreamchasers
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Yeah, it was all a dream
On the corner servin' all them fiends
Me and a bunch of my niggas, yeah, we was all a team
The system labeled us killas, but momma called us kings
Walked through the hall of a prison, now it's the hall of fame
And people got the nerve to ask why I wear all these chains
When I was booked, they had me shackled to the wall of shame
So I'm just representin', better yet just reminiscin'
Put down on that Bentley truck, I used to want the Expedition
Now it's bigger things, grew up and got bigger dreams
Cause in my hood, niggas try to smoke you just like nicotine
And this money shit ain't funny, all the shit it brings
You bound to lose your family and your friends, boy this shit is mean
And birthdays was the worst days
Last week I made a hundred on a Thursday
And Club Liv got me sinnin' on a church day
Stevie J all on the mic, he screamin' out my birthplace
Philly, we back!
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Nas]
I'm blunted - You wanna see life's meaning?
On the radio, Al Green, while Mom's cleanin'
Mom's singing along with the songs
And shortly I learned the words to 'em
Nerf balls, I threw 'em
But now I'm a perfectionist to a fault like Jesus
Judgin' his own miracles, but he won't cause he automatic
I'm like an old blues singer living in the bottle
Whose wife left him in the bottom
Writing songs is how we solvin' the problem
My liquid money's a hypnotist to your Mrs
Lay back like I'm in the chair of a dentist
Nasir relentless, a freak like Prince is
Mystique like Sade
Soon as I enter people, point and see my anointment
I ain't tryna do too much
Same time, I ain't no bum nigga not doin' enough
But I ain't tryna do no dumb shit, chasin' my tail in a circle
I made it so I'm chillin' now
Transparent ceiling now
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
The chorus cinematic, going back to Cali
Young street nigga, late 80's suede Bally's
Jewels like Rick the Ruler, looking like I ripped the jeweler
I could cut a check, make some people hit your shooter
Domino effect, you in that magic city
Where all they do is flex; call it Milli Vanilli
Coming from the bottom, my lil' nigga from Philly
Young legend outta Queens, take over city to city
Honor thou mother, go to war for my brother
Giving sufficient funds to significant others
Went from poor now women screamin' for my signature
More war came from the bottom so I know the war
Never worn, always on, y'all niggas luke warm
Talking cash over salads, heavy croûtons
Cuban Linx's equivalent to having suits on
Stretch Maybachs 'til they bring the coupes on
[Hook]
Young Kings lyrics - Meek Mill
[Verse 1:]
Money make the world go round
And all the pretty girls go down
And I still roll round through my old hood in my new whip
All white ghost I call it my cool whip
Hundred on my neck lookin’ like I move bricks
My life is like a movie, every day a new script
And ain’t it funny how this money make a mood switch
Cuz they be talkin’ beef, I be up in Ruth’s Chris
Who is this at the door, I think it’s the devil don’t let him in
Just rap and take my niggas to places we never been
And when it comes to cake I get it like Entenmann's
With the heart of a lion, no lyin’ I never been
No hope for these fuck boys
On my second mil and I ain’t talkin’ lunch boy
Club 30, run dirty and it's top boy
Cuz I could treat you like a prison get you touched boy
No homo, before I had a deal I was poppin’, no promo
All of a sudden all these bad bitches want a photo
M’s in my account and M’s in the logo
So everytime I spend a hundred k I scream YOLO
[Hook:]
Young kings, young kings
I be rollin’ with some young kings, young kings
And all we know is one thing, one thing
Get the money nigga fuck fame, and fuck fame
I be rollin’ with some young kings, young kings
Rollin’ with some young kings, young kings
And all we know is one thing, one thing
Get the money nigga fuck fame, and fuck fame
[Verse 2:]
Crowns on my wrist and my head
And I’mma ball hard in this bitch ‘til I’m dead
It’s money on my mind, make me put it on your head
And have your own homies lookin’ at you like you’re bread
Tryna eat nigga, I’m from Philly so you know I play for keeps nigga
Six pallbearers, six feet deep nigga
No insurance you been sitting six weeks nigga
Big 40 knock you right up out your sneaks nigga
Young kings, all I know is one thing
Live life, one dream, started in the drug game
Where they never make it out unless you got a gun gang
Walkin’ through my city but it’s lookin’ like I run things
Runnin’ shit, diarrhea
And ever since my dad died I ran out of fear
G5 through the sky boy we outta here
Sippin P&J fresh from out the PJ
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
I still wake up go and get it, youngin on a mission
Cuz when niggas was eating they left me to do the dishes
But I’m different, I still put ‘em on just to show ‘em right
I used to be the dark child but now I glow at night
I keep a milli by my side because we both alike
Try and keep that nigga out the field cuz he be throwin’ white
Dishin’ d, tryna get rich as me
I’m worth a couple million man that shit was meant to be
20 gold chains on, shit I think I’m Mr. T
If I could live my life again I wouldn’t do it differently
Prolly bring my father back, just so he could witness me
Back up in my zone I swear my haters is history
Bitches say they missin’ me, I never fall for it
Cuz they just miss the money, they know I go hard for it
And if my niggas need it, I tell ‘em come for it
Cuz when it comes to me, they shootin’ like a small forward, swish
[Hook]
Money make the world go round
And all the pretty girls go down
And I still roll round through my old hood in my new whip
All white ghost I call it my cool whip
Hundred on my neck lookin’ like I move bricks
My life is like a movie, every day a new script
And ain’t it funny how this money make a mood switch
Cuz they be talkin’ beef, I be up in Ruth’s Chris
Who is this at the door, I think it’s the devil don’t let him in
Just rap and take my niggas to places we never been
And when it comes to cake I get it like Entenmann's
With the heart of a lion, no lyin’ I never been
No hope for these fuck boys
On my second mil and I ain’t talkin’ lunch boy
Club 30, run dirty and it's top boy
Cuz I could treat you like a prison get you touched boy
No homo, before I had a deal I was poppin’, no promo
All of a sudden all these bad bitches want a photo
M’s in my account and M’s in the logo
So everytime I spend a hundred k I scream YOLO
[Hook:]
Young kings, young kings
I be rollin’ with some young kings, young kings
And all we know is one thing, one thing
Get the money nigga fuck fame, and fuck fame
I be rollin’ with some young kings, young kings
Rollin’ with some young kings, young kings
And all we know is one thing, one thing
Get the money nigga fuck fame, and fuck fame
[Verse 2:]
Crowns on my wrist and my head
And I’mma ball hard in this bitch ‘til I’m dead
It’s money on my mind, make me put it on your head
And have your own homies lookin’ at you like you’re bread
Tryna eat nigga, I’m from Philly so you know I play for keeps nigga
Six pallbearers, six feet deep nigga
No insurance you been sitting six weeks nigga
Big 40 knock you right up out your sneaks nigga
Young kings, all I know is one thing
Live life, one dream, started in the drug game
Where they never make it out unless you got a gun gang
Walkin’ through my city but it’s lookin’ like I run things
Runnin’ shit, diarrhea
And ever since my dad died I ran out of fear
G5 through the sky boy we outta here
Sippin P&J fresh from out the PJ
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
I still wake up go and get it, youngin on a mission
Cuz when niggas was eating they left me to do the dishes
But I’m different, I still put ‘em on just to show ‘em right
I used to be the dark child but now I glow at night
I keep a milli by my side because we both alike
Try and keep that nigga out the field cuz he be throwin’ white
Dishin’ d, tryna get rich as me
I’m worth a couple million man that shit was meant to be
20 gold chains on, shit I think I’m Mr. T
If I could live my life again I wouldn’t do it differently
Prolly bring my father back, just so he could witness me
Back up in my zone I swear my haters is history
Bitches say they missin’ me, I never fall for it
Cuz they just miss the money, they know I go hard for it
And if my niggas need it, I tell ‘em come for it
Cuz when it comes to me, they shootin’ like a small forward, swish
[Hook]
Lay Up lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Wale, Rick Ross & Trey Songz)
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Shorty bad as my son is, pretty face and no stomach
Was the city's most wanted 'til I said gimme yo number
Youngest nigga I'm stuntin', no more Civics from Honda
Money comin' in bundles, that's the reason she wanna
[Bridge: Trey Songz]
Lay up, lay up
Lay up, lay up
[Verse 1 Continued: Meek Mill]
I keep a vest on my chest, to cover my heart
I'd rather fuck in the light, 'fore I make love in the dark
Cause she was fuckin' me right, it felt like love from the start
Was gettin' money on tour, so we was lovin' for fall
But first we go together then break up, tears drip on her makeup
Fuck all night 'til we wake up, and like George Gervin we lay up
Cause all them lies I made up, it's big checks no pay cut
Floor seats in Florida, Heat game vs Lakers
Shorty on my team now, it was us versus them haters
And everybody they talk bad, when they talk that she take up
She mess our flavor, young boy get paper,
And all I know is go hard, and every time I touch that ball I go swish
[Hook: Trey Songz]
She know it's gametime when I do it like that
When I pass it to her baby throw it right back
She can get the lay up, all night
She be tryna lay up, all right
And when I shoot I don't miss (don't miss), I don't miss (don't miss)
I don't miss when I do it now
She could get the lay up, all night
She be tryna lay up, all right
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Sittin' back with this paper fallin' in my lap
Feelin' isolated nothin' but them hundred stacks
When your money up tell me who you're supposed to trust
Every night a different woman, fuck your money up
My bank account in shape, I could run with Puff
I came to put you down shorty so what the fuck is up
Since I met her she can't keep that pussy off me
On the pill, I'm a kill that pussy softly
Back to back time to show you how a gangster move
Keys to the pad, talkin' infinity pools
V12's ain't a thang, time to change your name
Paper stuffed in her purse can't hear her phone ring
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Wale]
Homie picture me rollin', all them bitches be on me
They be fishin' for compliments, I'm just fishin' off Boca
Made a grip off them vocals, got a gift with the vocals
So much over this over so share the man on the poster
Infatuated to say the least
He lay it weak, I lay you once you lay a week
Wale a freak, he know it doe, no go with hoes
When it come to showin', I am working with totem pole
That's head on head, she give me head, I give her glow
I'm in her body, I'm in her head like quote unquote
The coldest flow, the flyest combination was voila
Au revoir to my rivals, double M genius shotta
[Hook]
[Verse 4: Trey Songz]
From the night to the morn', yeah she tryna lay
Got a freaky, freaky game and she tryna play
Couple more shots baby can you make it stay, stay up
Lay up, lay up
Might just slap the backboard, give you what you ask for
Lay up
Shorty bad as my son is, pretty face and no stomach
Was the city's most wanted 'til I said gimme yo number
Youngest nigga I'm stuntin', no more Civics from Honda
Money comin' in bundles, that's the reason she wanna
[Bridge: Trey Songz]
Lay up, lay up
Lay up, lay up
[Verse 1 Continued: Meek Mill]
I keep a vest on my chest, to cover my heart
I'd rather fuck in the light, 'fore I make love in the dark
Cause she was fuckin' me right, it felt like love from the start
Was gettin' money on tour, so we was lovin' for fall
But first we go together then break up, tears drip on her makeup
Fuck all night 'til we wake up, and like George Gervin we lay up
Cause all them lies I made up, it's big checks no pay cut
Floor seats in Florida, Heat game vs Lakers
Shorty on my team now, it was us versus them haters
And everybody they talk bad, when they talk that she take up
She mess our flavor, young boy get paper,
And all I know is go hard, and every time I touch that ball I go swish
[Hook: Trey Songz]
She know it's gametime when I do it like that
When I pass it to her baby throw it right back
She can get the lay up, all night
She be tryna lay up, all right
And when I shoot I don't miss (don't miss), I don't miss (don't miss)
I don't miss when I do it now
She could get the lay up, all night
She be tryna lay up, all right
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Sittin' back with this paper fallin' in my lap
Feelin' isolated nothin' but them hundred stacks
When your money up tell me who you're supposed to trust
Every night a different woman, fuck your money up
My bank account in shape, I could run with Puff
I came to put you down shorty so what the fuck is up
Since I met her she can't keep that pussy off me
On the pill, I'm a kill that pussy softly
Back to back time to show you how a gangster move
Keys to the pad, talkin' infinity pools
V12's ain't a thang, time to change your name
Paper stuffed in her purse can't hear her phone ring
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Wale]
Homie picture me rollin', all them bitches be on me
They be fishin' for compliments, I'm just fishin' off Boca
Made a grip off them vocals, got a gift with the vocals
So much over this over so share the man on the poster
Infatuated to say the least
He lay it weak, I lay you once you lay a week
Wale a freak, he know it doe, no go with hoes
When it come to showin', I am working with totem pole
That's head on head, she give me head, I give her glow
I'm in her body, I'm in her head like quote unquote
The coldest flow, the flyest combination was voila
Au revoir to my rivals, double M genius shotta
[Hook]
[Verse 4: Trey Songz]
From the night to the morn', yeah she tryna lay
Got a freaky, freaky game and she tryna play
Couple more shots baby can you make it stay, stay up
Lay up, lay up
Might just slap the backboard, give you what you ask for
Lay up
Tony Story (Pt. 2) lyrics - Meek Mill
Paulie killed Tony right and Tony killed Ty so it was only right
Bring em back twenty years, they was homies, tight
Sixth grade, for the love of the paper ain't nothing nice
And Paulie just loving life
He got them birds and he serving niggas left and right
Never used to party in them clubs every night
Popping bottles, blowing paper
Balling hard, he know they hating
But they gon' respect it, cause he rocked Tony
And Tony had the hood on smash by his lonely
And Paulie getting money so them bitches all on him
And his young boys riding, they ready to fall for him
Cause word on the street that Paulie did that
Used Key gold digging ass to get back
Text him through her phone, found out where he live at
She woke up in the morning like, I never sent that
But she never told Paulie what she saw
She was running her mouth, fitting to start a war
Cause Tony's little brother sixteen and up the wall
Robbing everything moving and breaking every law (LAW)
And Paulie on a rise now
Niggas that played the middle picking sides now
Plus he heard Tony's brother trying to ride now
So he put a check up on his head, he gotta die now
Paulie's youngest on the corner
Tony's little brother he slipping, yea he's a goner
Fucking with that lean, he dipping one in the morning
Shots fired, niggas scatter without a warning
He strapped too, reach and fixing to get up on em
The gat jam, he bang back trying to avoid em
Them niggas dumping, he get up running and hitting on em
He hit the alley, get a body he dipping on em
Said it's on now, try an kill em it's war now
Swisher in his mouth while loading his four pound
Feeling like he dead there ain't no remorse now
Getting high and he thinking bout kicking in doors now
Momma and lil kids get on the floor now
Finger on the trigger he feel that it's going down
Old ladies gotta hear that thunderstorm sound
Cause they sad when it rain it really gone pour down
And it's raining like Katrina, he got thirty in his nina
Seen Paulie car dropped thirty in his beamer
Paulie wasn't in it when he heared it he was steaming
Addicted to the murder so you know that nigga fiendin'
And he want this nigga dead before Sunday hit
But youngin tryna live on some Sunday shit
And time fly fast it was monday quick
And paulie bout to get back on his gunplay shit
And show em how its done so he loadin up his gun
And show this young nigga he fuck with the wrong one
Got a short temper and clutchin the long gun
And it's on sight he dont give a fuck if the law come
So he out here
Ridin dirty put down them birdies
And without fear niggas lurking
They tryna murder heared he out there
Niggas spin em they tryna hit em
Hitting every corner seeing niggas but he ain't with em
Youngin layin low he know paulie ain't playin thoe
There's money on his head and niggas is sayin go
But youngin he ain't scared, he cool as a fan thoe
He know its get down with that burner or end up a dead soul
It was four in the morn', paulie goin home
Windsheilds wiping, middle of the rain storm
And paulie he ain't slipping yea he got that thang on
You know what he did to Tony he won't get the same song so
When he hit the crib he spin the block befor he park it
Paulie ain't bitch at all Paulie just cautious
But lil did he knoe niggas in the streets talking
And out his rear veiw its like he seen a reaper walking
Nigga wit a hoodie all you hear is heaters sparking
Shot hit the window get low he tryna off em
Youngin boxed him in and Paulie can see the coffin
He get to reaching, trigga squeezing, trying get em off em
Them shots ringing youngin squeezing clip empty
That's when Paulie rose like Derrick, put six in em
Walked down on em he laying in a puddle
Looked him in the face, you ain't learn from your brother nigga
Bring em back twenty years, they was homies, tight
Sixth grade, for the love of the paper ain't nothing nice
And Paulie just loving life
He got them birds and he serving niggas left and right
Never used to party in them clubs every night
Popping bottles, blowing paper
Balling hard, he know they hating
But they gon' respect it, cause he rocked Tony
And Tony had the hood on smash by his lonely
And Paulie getting money so them bitches all on him
And his young boys riding, they ready to fall for him
Cause word on the street that Paulie did that
Used Key gold digging ass to get back
Text him through her phone, found out where he live at
She woke up in the morning like, I never sent that
But she never told Paulie what she saw
She was running her mouth, fitting to start a war
Cause Tony's little brother sixteen and up the wall
Robbing everything moving and breaking every law (LAW)
And Paulie on a rise now
Niggas that played the middle picking sides now
Plus he heard Tony's brother trying to ride now
So he put a check up on his head, he gotta die now
Paulie's youngest on the corner
Tony's little brother he slipping, yea he's a goner
Fucking with that lean, he dipping one in the morning
Shots fired, niggas scatter without a warning
He strapped too, reach and fixing to get up on em
The gat jam, he bang back trying to avoid em
Them niggas dumping, he get up running and hitting on em
He hit the alley, get a body he dipping on em
Said it's on now, try an kill em it's war now
Swisher in his mouth while loading his four pound
Feeling like he dead there ain't no remorse now
Getting high and he thinking bout kicking in doors now
Momma and lil kids get on the floor now
Finger on the trigger he feel that it's going down
Old ladies gotta hear that thunderstorm sound
Cause they sad when it rain it really gone pour down
And it's raining like Katrina, he got thirty in his nina
Seen Paulie car dropped thirty in his beamer
Paulie wasn't in it when he heared it he was steaming
Addicted to the murder so you know that nigga fiendin'
And he want this nigga dead before Sunday hit
But youngin tryna live on some Sunday shit
And time fly fast it was monday quick
And paulie bout to get back on his gunplay shit
And show em how its done so he loadin up his gun
And show this young nigga he fuck with the wrong one
Got a short temper and clutchin the long gun
And it's on sight he dont give a fuck if the law come
So he out here
Ridin dirty put down them birdies
And without fear niggas lurking
They tryna murder heared he out there
Niggas spin em they tryna hit em
Hitting every corner seeing niggas but he ain't with em
Youngin layin low he know paulie ain't playin thoe
There's money on his head and niggas is sayin go
But youngin he ain't scared, he cool as a fan thoe
He know its get down with that burner or end up a dead soul
It was four in the morn', paulie goin home
Windsheilds wiping, middle of the rain storm
And paulie he ain't slipping yea he got that thang on
You know what he did to Tony he won't get the same song so
When he hit the crib he spin the block befor he park it
Paulie ain't bitch at all Paulie just cautious
But lil did he knoe niggas in the streets talking
And out his rear veiw its like he seen a reaper walking
Nigga wit a hoodie all you hear is heaters sparking
Shot hit the window get low he tryna off em
Youngin boxed him in and Paulie can see the coffin
He get to reaching, trigga squeezing, trying get em off em
Them shots ringing youngin squeezing clip empty
That's when Paulie rose like Derrick, put six in em
Walked down on em he laying in a puddle
Looked him in the face, you ain't learn from your brother nigga
Who You're Around lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Mary J. Blige)
[Intro: Meek Mill]
One Night I prayed to God
I asked could he please remove the enemies from my life
And before you know it I started losing friends
[Hook: Mary J. Blige]
Somebody who you're around wants to clip your wings and shoot you down
But its okay to keep enemies close
As long as you know, just make sure you know who you're around
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Y'all was like my brothers
I considered y'all as folks
And I remember nights sipping liquor making toasts
Talking about the life, trying to get it slinging dope
Niggas say I changed, but you niggas changed first
And fuck all this money nigga, we was fam first
Looking at me ballin, know that instagram hurt
Cuz you was supposed to be that nigga in that damn ghost
I would have rolled for you even in the same herse
Same cemetary, burry me in the same dirt
We had a plan, but I guess it ain't work
"B.H we straight," that was the motto my nigga
I got rich first, you was supposed to follow my nigga
I'm gone
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
And Dat Nigga Lil
Shit I can't believe you (not you)
That's what that syrup and that weed do?
And when I came home I tried to feed you
And every song I was yellin free you (Free Dat Nigga Lil)
And if you bled I was down to bleed too
Now when I ride by I breeze through
I don't even stop, ain't a need to
And you the one that left nigga, I ain't leave you
Shit got realer, niggas got richer
I said the money train coming, niggas missed it
I even tried to spin back around to come and get you
But niggas wanted more from me then my own sister
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
They want more than my mother
More than Omelly, and that nigga like my brother
Greedy motherfucker
Crazy thing about it, I don't hate em, I still love em
I might have said things, I never said fuck em
But I'm a live my life, get the money, ball hard
Still sending earned money for his calling cards
Rick ain't complaining, he got life behind bars
And he still calling me, bet you he ain't calling y'all
Cuz none of y'all niggas ain't send him shit yet
None of y'all niggas send him pics yet
I'm still writing money orders, sending big checks
And remember when it rains, niggas get wet
Gone
[Hook]
[Outro: Meek Mill]
I still love niggas
But its like we just grew apart
If you don't grind, you don't shine
Half my niggas still around, and we all shining hard
Gone
One Night I prayed to God
I asked could he please remove the enemies from my life
And before you know it I started losing friends
[Hook: Mary J. Blige]
Somebody who you're around wants to clip your wings and shoot you down
But its okay to keep enemies close
As long as you know, just make sure you know who you're around
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Y'all was like my brothers
I considered y'all as folks
And I remember nights sipping liquor making toasts
Talking about the life, trying to get it slinging dope
Niggas say I changed, but you niggas changed first
And fuck all this money nigga, we was fam first
Looking at me ballin, know that instagram hurt
Cuz you was supposed to be that nigga in that damn ghost
I would have rolled for you even in the same herse
Same cemetary, burry me in the same dirt
We had a plan, but I guess it ain't work
"B.H we straight," that was the motto my nigga
I got rich first, you was supposed to follow my nigga
I'm gone
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
And Dat Nigga Lil
Shit I can't believe you (not you)
That's what that syrup and that weed do?
And when I came home I tried to feed you
And every song I was yellin free you (Free Dat Nigga Lil)
And if you bled I was down to bleed too
Now when I ride by I breeze through
I don't even stop, ain't a need to
And you the one that left nigga, I ain't leave you
Shit got realer, niggas got richer
I said the money train coming, niggas missed it
I even tried to spin back around to come and get you
But niggas wanted more from me then my own sister
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
They want more than my mother
More than Omelly, and that nigga like my brother
Greedy motherfucker
Crazy thing about it, I don't hate em, I still love em
I might have said things, I never said fuck em
But I'm a live my life, get the money, ball hard
Still sending earned money for his calling cards
Rick ain't complaining, he got life behind bars
And he still calling me, bet you he ain't calling y'all
Cuz none of y'all niggas ain't send him shit yet
None of y'all niggas send him pics yet
I'm still writing money orders, sending big checks
And remember when it rains, niggas get wet
Gone
[Hook]
[Outro: Meek Mill]
I still love niggas
But its like we just grew apart
If you don't grind, you don't shine
Half my niggas still around, and we all shining hard
Gone
Polo & Shell Tops lyrics - Meek Mill
Yea, yea
I remember ...
[Verse 1:]
I remember nights I used to sell rock, posted on the corner like a mailbox
First class ticket to a cell block, just to get some Polo & some shell tops
Cold world and they say hell's hot
But it ain't hotter than that choppa when them shells drop
Man I seen niggas play that block and get they bell rocked
Cops cleared the scene and I was back by twelve o'clock
Tryna' get it, Dickie on and my fitted
Gun in my draws, ducking the law, I'm all with it
Money, cars and clothes, I wanted em' all nigga
I never was good at hoopin, I wanted to ball nigga
Cause the OG's sold keys and I had no cheese
Copper's lock me, beat me down like I was cochise
Old fiends coppin' work through they're old dreams
They got shattered, it ain't matter cause we thirst cream
Niggas serving niggas moms just to make a flip
Homies murder other homies just to make a brick
Most my niggas done got busted tryna' take a hit
The feds were lurking, we was serving, they was taking flicks
[Hook:]
This how it goes down in the jungle
Where niggas learn to shoot before they could rumble
Cops rushing, they gon' kick in the front door
And if they chase you better hope you don't stumble
I wanted Polo with some shell tops
I just wanted Polo and some shell tops
And I was out there tryna' sell rocks
Cause I wanted Polo and some shell tops
[Verse 2:]
I done seen close neighbors lose hope
Fall victim to the streets and start to use dope
I use to load my gun before I went to school first
It's crazy niggas wanna kill me, We was cool first
And when it comes to friends you can't let 'em to close
That's why they call 'em close friends, you turn your back they move first
And I just bought a new ghost, and a crib out on that new coast
And it all started from a dolla
Running from the law, scuffing up my Prada's
Crack all in my draws, tryna' make a profit
All I wanted was some shells and some Polo for my closet, Awhhh
Drug money, turn to blood money
I only roll with niggas that'll take a slug for me
No matter what it is, I'mma pay that bail money
To get my niggas right, My niggas for life!
[Hook]
I remember ...
[Verse 1:]
I remember nights I used to sell rock, posted on the corner like a mailbox
First class ticket to a cell block, just to get some Polo & some shell tops
Cold world and they say hell's hot
But it ain't hotter than that choppa when them shells drop
Man I seen niggas play that block and get they bell rocked
Cops cleared the scene and I was back by twelve o'clock
Tryna' get it, Dickie on and my fitted
Gun in my draws, ducking the law, I'm all with it
Money, cars and clothes, I wanted em' all nigga
I never was good at hoopin, I wanted to ball nigga
Cause the OG's sold keys and I had no cheese
Copper's lock me, beat me down like I was cochise
Old fiends coppin' work through they're old dreams
They got shattered, it ain't matter cause we thirst cream
Niggas serving niggas moms just to make a flip
Homies murder other homies just to make a brick
Most my niggas done got busted tryna' take a hit
The feds were lurking, we was serving, they was taking flicks
[Hook:]
This how it goes down in the jungle
Where niggas learn to shoot before they could rumble
Cops rushing, they gon' kick in the front door
And if they chase you better hope you don't stumble
I wanted Polo with some shell tops
I just wanted Polo and some shell tops
And I was out there tryna' sell rocks
Cause I wanted Polo and some shell tops
[Verse 2:]
I done seen close neighbors lose hope
Fall victim to the streets and start to use dope
I use to load my gun before I went to school first
It's crazy niggas wanna kill me, We was cool first
And when it comes to friends you can't let 'em to close
That's why they call 'em close friends, you turn your back they move first
And I just bought a new ghost, and a crib out on that new coast
And it all started from a dolla
Running from the law, scuffing up my Prada's
Crack all in my draws, tryna' make a profit
All I wanted was some shells and some Polo for my closet, Awhhh
Drug money, turn to blood money
I only roll with niggas that'll take a slug for me
No matter what it is, I'mma pay that bail money
To get my niggas right, My niggas for life!
[Hook]
Rich & Famous lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Louie V)
[Intro: Meek Mill]
Aye, shorty I'mma tell you like this
I know you used to messing with them ordinary guys
But, uh
The way I'm getting money
I can introduce you to a lifestyle you gon' love forever
It's Double-M-G
[Hook: Louie V]
I wanna buy your love, tell me what it's gon' be?
I wanna buy your love, everything is on me
Lifestyle of the rich and the famous
Don't you wanna be rich and be famous?
Lifestyle of the rich and the famous
Don't you wanna be rich and be famous?
I wanna buy your...
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Riding through my city with a chick I used to lust
Bout to make a movie starring me, the two of us
Penthouse at the top floor, elevator shooters up
So I can eat that pussy for breakfast, dinner, and lunch
And uh, she been waiting all night for this hard pipe
I think she called twice
Before you knew it I pulled in she seen them fog lights
And I can see it in her face she had a hard night
Up and down that pole selling dreams, selling love
It was sort of like she serving fiends and selling drugs
Giving them a fix, body solid as a brick
With no baking soda on it I went raw every time I hit
Life's a bitch but I go deep up in that pussy Jerry Rice
And every time I'm in the building I ain't never like
She be on that pole, tryna chase her goals
Going up and down like that angel on that rose. Lord Knows!
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Shorty so pretty and that pussy so good
She used to say I was crazy, I was up to no good
Till I slid all in it, started fucking her good
Red bottom, I damn near had a crush in the hood
I slid up in the ass and she heard them pipes they was growling
Friends wanting to fuck me because they like how I'm styling
But I'm cool on the snaking cause I like when she smiling
We gon' leer in the air just to get right on an island
We ball harder, ball horrible out in Florida
Isabel Marant sneakers, you got all of them
Tatted up, passports just to cross borders
She calling me daddy and I ain't got a daughter
Said I'm cooler than them other dudes
Five racks just to get her Cinderella shoes
Hella Jewels, Money come in different revenues
Big Paper, your money smaller then that Kevin dude
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
My chick bad, looking like a bag of money
She gripping on my H belt, but I tell her grab it for me
She was messing with me way before I had the money
You niggas playing games, I'm really getting mad money
Just to commentate, peep how I operate
I put your chick up in this ghost, Bet she cooperate
I really balling, tat em all up in and out of state
Been getting money for a while, I don't know how to hate
They call me racked up shorty, she can smell the Aura
Had her out in Bora exploring like she was Dora
Million dollar sponsor, spoiled her like my daughter
And put her in the game, She ain't fucking with lames
Aye, shorty I'mma tell you like this
I know you used to messing with them ordinary guys
But, uh
The way I'm getting money
I can introduce you to a lifestyle you gon' love forever
It's Double-M-G
[Hook: Louie V]
I wanna buy your love, tell me what it's gon' be?
I wanna buy your love, everything is on me
Lifestyle of the rich and the famous
Don't you wanna be rich and be famous?
Lifestyle of the rich and the famous
Don't you wanna be rich and be famous?
I wanna buy your...
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Riding through my city with a chick I used to lust
Bout to make a movie starring me, the two of us
Penthouse at the top floor, elevator shooters up
So I can eat that pussy for breakfast, dinner, and lunch
And uh, she been waiting all night for this hard pipe
I think she called twice
Before you knew it I pulled in she seen them fog lights
And I can see it in her face she had a hard night
Up and down that pole selling dreams, selling love
It was sort of like she serving fiends and selling drugs
Giving them a fix, body solid as a brick
With no baking soda on it I went raw every time I hit
Life's a bitch but I go deep up in that pussy Jerry Rice
And every time I'm in the building I ain't never like
She be on that pole, tryna chase her goals
Going up and down like that angel on that rose. Lord Knows!
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Shorty so pretty and that pussy so good
She used to say I was crazy, I was up to no good
Till I slid all in it, started fucking her good
Red bottom, I damn near had a crush in the hood
I slid up in the ass and she heard them pipes they was growling
Friends wanting to fuck me because they like how I'm styling
But I'm cool on the snaking cause I like when she smiling
We gon' leer in the air just to get right on an island
We ball harder, ball horrible out in Florida
Isabel Marant sneakers, you got all of them
Tatted up, passports just to cross borders
She calling me daddy and I ain't got a daughter
Said I'm cooler than them other dudes
Five racks just to get her Cinderella shoes
Hella Jewels, Money come in different revenues
Big Paper, your money smaller then that Kevin dude
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
My chick bad, looking like a bag of money
She gripping on my H belt, but I tell her grab it for me
She was messing with me way before I had the money
You niggas playing games, I'm really getting mad money
Just to commentate, peep how I operate
I put your chick up in this ghost, Bet she cooperate
I really balling, tat em all up in and out of state
Been getting money for a while, I don't know how to hate
They call me racked up shorty, she can smell the Aura
Had her out in Bora exploring like she was Dora
Million dollar sponsor, spoiled her like my daughter
And put her in the game, She ain't fucking with lames
Real Niggas Come First lyrics - Meek Mill
[Intro:]
Yea, see real niggas come first cause we made to respect and we do what we want in these streets
And dope boys come second cause money make the motherfucking world go round
And fly niggas come third cause he might ain’t got no money but he still could pull the baddest bitch in the building
Killing these streets nigga
Treat the motherfucking ghost like a grand marquis
Walk up the leash, 20 deep and we order a feast
[Verse 1:]
I come straight from the ghetto, I’m balling hard as I wanna
And I’m thankful as ever, that we ain’t out on a coma
There been death in system, hear the ref with the whistle
Cause these suckers is fowl, they disrespect us, we hit em
Niggas claiming they real, they wrist and neck game ain't official
They got me out in the field, a nigga back on his grizzle
Going hard with the hammers, my niggas all in the slammer
Niggas want catch me slipping but I don’t walk in banana
I’m outchea strapper than velcro and no I don’t sell dough
But I spit that raw shit, it’s like I sell coke
Put one in your hand nigga, like right where the shell go
Got one in a chamber yea we on point like your elbow
Bulletproof range when I pull and shoot things
Hit em close range, let em feel the blue flame
Every month I buy a new car, a new chain
And I don’t never fuck no bummy hoes then count the loose change
[Hook:]
Real nigga come first (first) and dope boy come second (second)
Fly nigga come third and I keep birds all in my words (in my words)
I keep birds all in my words (and them people tapping my line man that shit bad for my nerves)
Real bitches come first (first), bad bitches come second (second)
Freak bitches come third and I keep birds all in my words
I got perks all in my system and apple juice in my syrup
And these suckers talking this money shit, y’all niggas got some nerve
[Verse 2:]
I try to keep my bitches all on lay away (lay away)
And if you fuck me good you getting paid today (paid today)
That’s 40 on my wrist, you caught me 80k
And I ain’t got no ice in it, rolling out the light tinted
So these niggas see me (see me), sway em like graffiti (fiti)
I get what I wanna (wanna), like I own a genie (genie)
Niggas hating on me (on me)
Know they wanna be me at the table with my niggas, eatin' lobster and linguini
And that pussy smell like Fiji
Boy, I just go swimming
Everything but foreign from the porches to the women
Up early in the morning, with the coca, tryna flip it
Niggas say they want the money but they don’t want go and get it
That’s why real nigga come first (first), dope boy come second (second)
Fly nigga come third and I was out there on that curb
With that mailbox so in close with me, I’m picture red that I’m worth
Talking late nights you don’t play right, that kitchen wearing that work
Go!
[Hook:]
Real nigga come first (first) and dope boy come second (second)
Fly nigga come third and I keep birds all in my words (in my words)
I keep birds all in my words (and them people tapping my line man that shit bad for my nerves)
Real bitches come first (first), bad bitches come second (second)
Freak bitches come third and I keep birds all in my words
I got perks all in my system and apple juice in syrup
And these suckers talking this money shit, y’all niggas got some nerve
Yea, see real niggas come first cause we made to respect and we do what we want in these streets
And dope boys come second cause money make the motherfucking world go round
And fly niggas come third cause he might ain’t got no money but he still could pull the baddest bitch in the building
Killing these streets nigga
Treat the motherfucking ghost like a grand marquis
Walk up the leash, 20 deep and we order a feast
[Verse 1:]
I come straight from the ghetto, I’m balling hard as I wanna
And I’m thankful as ever, that we ain’t out on a coma
There been death in system, hear the ref with the whistle
Cause these suckers is fowl, they disrespect us, we hit em
Niggas claiming they real, they wrist and neck game ain't official
They got me out in the field, a nigga back on his grizzle
Going hard with the hammers, my niggas all in the slammer
Niggas want catch me slipping but I don’t walk in banana
I’m outchea strapper than velcro and no I don’t sell dough
But I spit that raw shit, it’s like I sell coke
Put one in your hand nigga, like right where the shell go
Got one in a chamber yea we on point like your elbow
Bulletproof range when I pull and shoot things
Hit em close range, let em feel the blue flame
Every month I buy a new car, a new chain
And I don’t never fuck no bummy hoes then count the loose change
[Hook:]
Real nigga come first (first) and dope boy come second (second)
Fly nigga come third and I keep birds all in my words (in my words)
I keep birds all in my words (and them people tapping my line man that shit bad for my nerves)
Real bitches come first (first), bad bitches come second (second)
Freak bitches come third and I keep birds all in my words
I got perks all in my system and apple juice in my syrup
And these suckers talking this money shit, y’all niggas got some nerve
[Verse 2:]
I try to keep my bitches all on lay away (lay away)
And if you fuck me good you getting paid today (paid today)
That’s 40 on my wrist, you caught me 80k
And I ain’t got no ice in it, rolling out the light tinted
So these niggas see me (see me), sway em like graffiti (fiti)
I get what I wanna (wanna), like I own a genie (genie)
Niggas hating on me (on me)
Know they wanna be me at the table with my niggas, eatin' lobster and linguini
And that pussy smell like Fiji
Boy, I just go swimming
Everything but foreign from the porches to the women
Up early in the morning, with the coca, tryna flip it
Niggas say they want the money but they don’t want go and get it
That’s why real nigga come first (first), dope boy come second (second)
Fly nigga come third and I was out there on that curb
With that mailbox so in close with me, I’m picture red that I’m worth
Talking late nights you don’t play right, that kitchen wearing that work
Go!
[Hook:]
Real nigga come first (first) and dope boy come second (second)
Fly nigga come third and I keep birds all in my words (in my words)
I keep birds all in my words (and them people tapping my line man that shit bad for my nerves)
Real bitches come first (first), bad bitches come second (second)
Freak bitches come third and I keep birds all in my words
I got perks all in my system and apple juice in syrup
And these suckers talking this money shit, y’all niggas got some nerve
Freak Show lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Sam Sneak And 2 Chainz)
All a nigga want is some of that lip service
All a nigga want is some of that lip service
Yea, suck a nigga dick ho
Yea, suck a nigga dick ho
Yea, I got a stack for the freak show
What?
I got a stack for the freak show
Yea, suck a nigga dick ho
Yea, suck a nigga dick ho
Yea, I got a stack for the freak show
What?
I got a stack for the freak show
Shorty on a molly, mmm prolly
I’m ridin’ with my niggas and we finna catch a botty
I check into the telly, you can just meet me in the lobby
Throw the horses on my portions and the horse on my Ferrari like vrrum bitch vrrum bitch
That DOA, they got sweepin’ with the broom bitch
I’m talkin murda on that pussy, I’m a goon bitch
You smithin that, you make it home by afternoon bitch
Smooth quick, that go whack
Bust it open, you gotta boyfriend
And will I fuck him? No
But you tell me he a sucka though
Tellin me listen I done suck a nigga dick or something, Bitch
Suck a nigga dick ho, Bitch
Suck a nigga dick ho
I got a stack for the freak show
I got a stack for the freak show
All a nigga want is some of that lip service
All a nigga want is some of that lip service
2 Chainz in these chains in this bitch ho..
Let me rephrase it
2 Chainz in your bitch ho, Bustin over instrumentals
Bust that pussy that pimples
Bustin like pistols, fuck it
I’m bustin that simple
I’m getting head while im ridin
Chauffeur drivin
If you turn around man your gonna get fired
All I spit is fire like a dragon
I love new pussy, I should’ve kept the tag on
Born to win and I’m built to last
When I had the Waka used to give him blast
Uh, In the bank like I’m finna lap
And when I left, all you see is some dealer tag
Leggo
Suck a nigga dick ho
Yea, suck a dick ho
Yea, I got a stack for the freak show
What?
I got a stack for the freak show
Yea, suck a nigga dick ho
Yea, suck a nigga dick ho
Yea, I got a stack for the freak show
What?
I got a stack for the freak show
All a nigga want is some of that lip service
All a nigga want is some of that lip service
Aye oh
I take ATL DOA, MIA it’s KOD
When you hear them albums back
I’ll be going straight OD
Straight OD, straight OG, you know that I ball ho
I got these bitches looking for me, you should call me Waldo
I tell er to bust it open, bust it like a hog ho
Throw the money in the air, something very far though
Did I leave? Did I leave?
My new chicken got my speed
I be getting ball player money like I’m in the league
In the league, all I want is lip service
I could kill that pussy, all you bitches gettin murdered
Swerving I bet they say
Top off and no tope
These haters say I’m too baked
Cuz I be swaggin hot new Js
Suck a nigga dick ho
Yea, suck a nigga dick ho
Yea, I got a stack for the freak show
What?
I got a stack for the freak show
Yea, suck a nigga dick ho
Yea, suck a nigga dick ho
Yea, I got a stack for the freak show
What?
I got a stack for the freak show
All a nigga want is some of that lip service
All a nigga want is some of that lip service
All a nigga want is some of that lip service
Yea, suck a nigga dick ho
Yea, suck a nigga dick ho
Yea, I got a stack for the freak show
What?
I got a stack for the freak show
Yea, suck a nigga dick ho
Yea, suck a nigga dick ho
Yea, I got a stack for the freak show
What?
I got a stack for the freak show
Shorty on a molly, mmm prolly
I’m ridin’ with my niggas and we finna catch a botty
I check into the telly, you can just meet me in the lobby
Throw the horses on my portions and the horse on my Ferrari like vrrum bitch vrrum bitch
That DOA, they got sweepin’ with the broom bitch
I’m talkin murda on that pussy, I’m a goon bitch
You smithin that, you make it home by afternoon bitch
Smooth quick, that go whack
Bust it open, you gotta boyfriend
And will I fuck him? No
But you tell me he a sucka though
Tellin me listen I done suck a nigga dick or something, Bitch
Suck a nigga dick ho, Bitch
Suck a nigga dick ho
I got a stack for the freak show
I got a stack for the freak show
All a nigga want is some of that lip service
All a nigga want is some of that lip service
2 Chainz in these chains in this bitch ho..
Let me rephrase it
2 Chainz in your bitch ho, Bustin over instrumentals
Bust that pussy that pimples
Bustin like pistols, fuck it
I’m bustin that simple
I’m getting head while im ridin
Chauffeur drivin
If you turn around man your gonna get fired
All I spit is fire like a dragon
I love new pussy, I should’ve kept the tag on
Born to win and I’m built to last
When I had the Waka used to give him blast
Uh, In the bank like I’m finna lap
And when I left, all you see is some dealer tag
Leggo
Suck a nigga dick ho
Yea, suck a dick ho
Yea, I got a stack for the freak show
What?
I got a stack for the freak show
Yea, suck a nigga dick ho
Yea, suck a nigga dick ho
Yea, I got a stack for the freak show
What?
I got a stack for the freak show
All a nigga want is some of that lip service
All a nigga want is some of that lip service
Aye oh
I take ATL DOA, MIA it’s KOD
When you hear them albums back
I’ll be going straight OD
Straight OD, straight OG, you know that I ball ho
I got these bitches looking for me, you should call me Waldo
I tell er to bust it open, bust it like a hog ho
Throw the money in the air, something very far though
Did I leave? Did I leave?
My new chicken got my speed
I be getting ball player money like I’m in the league
In the league, all I want is lip service
I could kill that pussy, all you bitches gettin murdered
Swerving I bet they say
Top off and no tope
These haters say I’m too baked
Cuz I be swaggin hot new Js
Suck a nigga dick ho
Yea, suck a nigga dick ho
Yea, I got a stack for the freak show
What?
I got a stack for the freak show
Yea, suck a nigga dick ho
Yea, suck a nigga dick ho
Yea, I got a stack for the freak show
What?
I got a stack for the freak show
All a nigga want is some of that lip service
All a nigga want is some of that lip service
Intro lyrics - Meek Mill
Yeah, it's alot of bad bitches in the building, Amen
Came in the game killing niggas, J-Len
When it come to winning I'm on some shit I'm prolly 8 in
And I got that four door Aston Martin on the way in
Ya'll niggas come out, all the hoes stay in
Every time I come out, movie in the making
Realest nigga in it all you gotta do is say it
If a nigga rap dissing, when I see him Imma spray em like
Bang, nigga ain't no game, Philly niggas ain't the same
Step in your lane, before that choppa hit your brain
Stay out the frame, cause when I land that Bada-Boom
That's bada-bang, pussy nigga
Ahhh, right back like I never left
Rollie on my wrist cost a Camaro yeah the double S
Ever since I made a milli I ain't been in trouble yet
Still walk in the building and go bonkers with a hundred racks
Hundred Stacks, Hell Yeah, Hell Yeah Fucking Right
Boy I got your favorite singer really tryna fuck tonight
Ya'll niggas was sleeping on me, I was really up at night
Tryna chase my dream, now I'm balling up on my team
And I lean off in this phantom, Imma boss my anthem
The MMG my click, that's why your bitch all on my dick
I got 30 racks in my pocket, I keep 30 shots in my click
I get 30 racks for my verses, ya'll ain't getting paper like this (NO!)
I'm getting money, must be Illuminati
They think I signed up, cause I just bought a new Ferrari
And when I make a 100 I'mma buy a new Bugatti
I be with some Philly niggas they just tryna shoot somebody
Tell em, I swear I try to tell em'
Right here in this Pen-house, I started from the cellar
And if she want that hammer all up in her I'mma nail her
Word to my nigga Ricky, we gon kill the game this Summer (AH)
Came in the game killing niggas, J-Len
When it come to winning I'm on some shit I'm prolly 8 in
And I got that four door Aston Martin on the way in
Ya'll niggas come out, all the hoes stay in
Every time I come out, movie in the making
Realest nigga in it all you gotta do is say it
If a nigga rap dissing, when I see him Imma spray em like
Bang, nigga ain't no game, Philly niggas ain't the same
Step in your lane, before that choppa hit your brain
Stay out the frame, cause when I land that Bada-Boom
That's bada-bang, pussy nigga
Ahhh, right back like I never left
Rollie on my wrist cost a Camaro yeah the double S
Ever since I made a milli I ain't been in trouble yet
Still walk in the building and go bonkers with a hundred racks
Hundred Stacks, Hell Yeah, Hell Yeah Fucking Right
Boy I got your favorite singer really tryna fuck tonight
Ya'll niggas was sleeping on me, I was really up at night
Tryna chase my dream, now I'm balling up on my team
And I lean off in this phantom, Imma boss my anthem
The MMG my click, that's why your bitch all on my dick
I got 30 racks in my pocket, I keep 30 shots in my click
I get 30 racks for my verses, ya'll ain't getting paper like this (NO!)
I'm getting money, must be Illuminati
They think I signed up, cause I just bought a new Ferrari
And when I make a 100 I'mma buy a new Bugatti
I be with some Philly niggas they just tryna shoot somebody
Tell em, I swear I try to tell em'
Right here in this Pen-house, I started from the cellar
And if she want that hammer all up in her I'mma nail her
Word to my nigga Ricky, we gon kill the game this Summer (AH)
Ready Or Not lyrics - Meek Mill
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Ready or not, here I come
You can’t hide, nigga I’m too damn fly
Sippin’ all of this purple, it got me too damn high
They say there down for the team but playin’ two damn sides
I’m like Niggas ain’t loyal, niggas ain’t loyal
And these voices in my head saying niggas ain’t for you
And when you gettin’ money these niggas will aim for you
And when its looking sunny these niggas will rain on you
It’s a dark cloud over me, money too controling me
I’m barely getting time to see my son and then she heard of me
Baby momma trippin out, I tell her to work with me
I’m on probabtion still strapped cause niggas want to murder me
And lately I’ve been getting faded
Cut a couple homies off cause them niggas hating
And all these bitches wanna fuck me cause a nigga made it
I’m getting paper heart cold as the refrigerator
[Hook: Meek Mill]
Young nigga getting money
Young nigga getting money
Young nigga go and get it yeah
And ain’t a damn thing change but the bezel on my Rollie
And the diamonds in my chain, yeah
[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Young rich nigga quarter, millie worth of jewels
Bad bitch with me trying blow me like a fuse
Just to get a bag or maybe a pair of shoes
Ain’t it crazy what your lady would do for a pair of Loubs
Big dreams turn to big thangs
I’ve been waiting on this day since I was 16
Big chains, Aston Martin as I switch lanes
Before I ever made a hit, I had a wrist game
In the kitchen with them thangs, trying make a killing
We in the building, every other month I make a million
Any nigga talking reckless cause they think I’m chilling
Till I put some money on thier head, yeah, make them feel it
Have they own homies do him like they never knew him
I’ll have Armelle walk up on him when we run into him
Close range shorty have him put something through him
So I hope your ready cause we heavy and we’re coming for you
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
The meek shall inherit the earth
So I’ma own this bitch until I’m buried in dirt
I only roll with niggas that’ll carry me to my hearse
Blesses for my grandma, she carried me to that church
And I don’t know why, I just feel like I’m the one
They label me a victim but now look what I become
Or should I say became, I don’t do it for the fame
I’m for what they never make it but I went against the grain
Charges riding against my name, assasination to my character
Life’s a bitch, she cheated on me but I married her
Niggas getting murdered, this shit is getting scarier
Dodging all the pot holes, jumping all the barriers
And if she a bitch, I feel like I just got in that pussy
Shorty wanna be a star, that’s why she popping that pussy
She trying to win so she hang amongst winners
That’s why I take the time just to pray at mom’s dinner
Cause I remember, cold nights not the winter
Not the weather I’m talkin’ about
Cause for that money, sins they get committed
And friends they get to splittin’, divided just like division
So e’rrday that I wake up, my undivided attention
It goes to getting my cake up and staying out of them prisons
The system made me stronger
And being broke just gave me my hunger
I’m gone!
[Outro]
Nigga like me I walk around, fear no man
I don’t owe you niggas shit!
E’rry nigga you see around me
That’s the niggas that’s with me, unless they in jail or dead or something
Nigga livin’ life like fuck all you niggas
Ya feel me?!
Ready or not, here I come
You can’t hide, nigga I’m too damn fly
Sippin’ all of this purple, it got me too damn high
They say there down for the team but playin’ two damn sides
I’m like Niggas ain’t loyal, niggas ain’t loyal
And these voices in my head saying niggas ain’t for you
And when you gettin’ money these niggas will aim for you
And when its looking sunny these niggas will rain on you
It’s a dark cloud over me, money too controling me
I’m barely getting time to see my son and then she heard of me
Baby momma trippin out, I tell her to work with me
I’m on probabtion still strapped cause niggas want to murder me
And lately I’ve been getting faded
Cut a couple homies off cause them niggas hating
And all these bitches wanna fuck me cause a nigga made it
I’m getting paper heart cold as the refrigerator
[Hook: Meek Mill]
Young nigga getting money
Young nigga getting money
Young nigga go and get it yeah
And ain’t a damn thing change but the bezel on my Rollie
And the diamonds in my chain, yeah
[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Young rich nigga quarter, millie worth of jewels
Bad bitch with me trying blow me like a fuse
Just to get a bag or maybe a pair of shoes
Ain’t it crazy what your lady would do for a pair of Loubs
Big dreams turn to big thangs
I’ve been waiting on this day since I was 16
Big chains, Aston Martin as I switch lanes
Before I ever made a hit, I had a wrist game
In the kitchen with them thangs, trying make a killing
We in the building, every other month I make a million
Any nigga talking reckless cause they think I’m chilling
Till I put some money on thier head, yeah, make them feel it
Have they own homies do him like they never knew him
I’ll have Armelle walk up on him when we run into him
Close range shorty have him put something through him
So I hope your ready cause we heavy and we’re coming for you
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
The meek shall inherit the earth
So I’ma own this bitch until I’m buried in dirt
I only roll with niggas that’ll carry me to my hearse
Blesses for my grandma, she carried me to that church
And I don’t know why, I just feel like I’m the one
They label me a victim but now look what I become
Or should I say became, I don’t do it for the fame
I’m for what they never make it but I went against the grain
Charges riding against my name, assasination to my character
Life’s a bitch, she cheated on me but I married her
Niggas getting murdered, this shit is getting scarier
Dodging all the pot holes, jumping all the barriers
And if she a bitch, I feel like I just got in that pussy
Shorty wanna be a star, that’s why she popping that pussy
She trying to win so she hang amongst winners
That’s why I take the time just to pray at mom’s dinner
Cause I remember, cold nights not the winter
Not the weather I’m talkin’ about
Cause for that money, sins they get committed
And friends they get to splittin’, divided just like division
So e’rrday that I wake up, my undivided attention
It goes to getting my cake up and staying out of them prisons
The system made me stronger
And being broke just gave me my hunger
I’m gone!
[Outro]
Nigga like me I walk around, fear no man
I don’t owe you niggas shit!
E’rry nigga you see around me
That’s the niggas that’s with me, unless they in jail or dead or something
Nigga livin’ life like fuck all you niggas
Ya feel me?!
Amen lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Drake & Jeremih)
[Meek Mill]
I just wanna thank God
For all the pretty women he let into my life
All the Benjamins he let me count
Wealth and health, for my family
And lettin’ me BALL on these niggas
[Hook: Meek Mill]
Now it’s a lot of bad bitches in the building (Ooh, Amen)
A couple real niggas in the building (Amen)
I’m finna kill niggas in the building (Amen)
I tell the waiter fifty bottles and she tell me say when
And I say church (Preach)
We make it light up like a church (Preach)
She wanna fuck and I say church (Preach)
Do Liv on Sunday like a church (Ahh, Preach)
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Bottle after bottle, drink until I overdose
Pull up in the Phantom watch them bitches catch the holy ghost
Everytime I step up in the dealer I be goin’ broke
Shorty wanna fuck me I say get on top and rollercoast
And I lay back, she go cray
Fuck me good, but she no stay
Murder on that pussy let her boyfriend get that DOA
Get it? And all I get is Frito Lay
Plus I’m on probation, when they test me I just pee Rozay
Cause last night, I went hard, Peach Ciroc, Patron and all
Thirty racks on Magnum bottles, I think I was born to ball
Lookin’ like a million plus, fresh I’m out that corner store
Hater I be doin’ me, you guys should be doin’ y’all
I’m stackin’ money to the ceiling
All this ice that’s in my Rollie I be chillin’
And I just made a couple million
So I could take care of them children
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Drake]
Just bought my niggas some cane, so much it came with a plane
Bought my niggas some dope, so much it came with a boat
I just bought me a crib so big it came with a moat
For niggas jumpin’ the fence I hope you niggas can float
And I just hope that I’m forgiven for carin’ ’bout how they livin’
And loanin’ a little money and keepin’ ‘em out of prison
I ain’t lyin’ in my verses I’m just telling you the basics
Of growin’ up with your friends and becoming the one that made it, Yes lord!
All gold, man I got these bitches soul
Talkin’ bout these other rappers getting old is even getting old
Worry ’bout your followers, you need to get your dollars up
Me and Meek, young niggas poppin’ like our collars up
And good ain’t good enough, and your hood ain’t hood enough
Spend my whole life putting on, you spend your whole life putting up
Ain’t no telling when I go, so there ain’t shit that I’mma wait for
I’m the type to say a prayer, then go get what I just prayed for
Nigga, church
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
Lord forgive me for my sins, I’m just tryna win
And she a devil in that dress but if she knock I let her in
And if she knock I let her in
I had her up by 12 o clock, then 3 o clock she wet again
I’m screamin’ “Oh Lord”
That pussy good, that pussy good
I’m tryin to hold on
I wish I could, you think I should?
She got that million dollar body
Shawty my Bugatti
And she said she got a man
we keep it secret illuminati
(Got Patron On deck)
And Ciroc all in my bottle
(Push it all on here)
She was on that Repressitol
(She take it all off)
And I take her off
And this bitch spinnin’ like I hit the lotto
[Chorus]
I just wanna thank God
For all the pretty women he let into my life
All the Benjamins he let me count
Wealth and health, for my family
And lettin’ me BALL on these niggas
[Hook: Meek Mill]
Now it’s a lot of bad bitches in the building (Ooh, Amen)
A couple real niggas in the building (Amen)
I’m finna kill niggas in the building (Amen)
I tell the waiter fifty bottles and she tell me say when
And I say church (Preach)
We make it light up like a church (Preach)
She wanna fuck and I say church (Preach)
Do Liv on Sunday like a church (Ahh, Preach)
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Bottle after bottle, drink until I overdose
Pull up in the Phantom watch them bitches catch the holy ghost
Everytime I step up in the dealer I be goin’ broke
Shorty wanna fuck me I say get on top and rollercoast
And I lay back, she go cray
Fuck me good, but she no stay
Murder on that pussy let her boyfriend get that DOA
Get it? And all I get is Frito Lay
Plus I’m on probation, when they test me I just pee Rozay
Cause last night, I went hard, Peach Ciroc, Patron and all
Thirty racks on Magnum bottles, I think I was born to ball
Lookin’ like a million plus, fresh I’m out that corner store
Hater I be doin’ me, you guys should be doin’ y’all
I’m stackin’ money to the ceiling
All this ice that’s in my Rollie I be chillin’
And I just made a couple million
So I could take care of them children
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Drake]
Just bought my niggas some cane, so much it came with a plane
Bought my niggas some dope, so much it came with a boat
I just bought me a crib so big it came with a moat
For niggas jumpin’ the fence I hope you niggas can float
And I just hope that I’m forgiven for carin’ ’bout how they livin’
And loanin’ a little money and keepin’ ‘em out of prison
I ain’t lyin’ in my verses I’m just telling you the basics
Of growin’ up with your friends and becoming the one that made it, Yes lord!
All gold, man I got these bitches soul
Talkin’ bout these other rappers getting old is even getting old
Worry ’bout your followers, you need to get your dollars up
Me and Meek, young niggas poppin’ like our collars up
And good ain’t good enough, and your hood ain’t hood enough
Spend my whole life putting on, you spend your whole life putting up
Ain’t no telling when I go, so there ain’t shit that I’mma wait for
I’m the type to say a prayer, then go get what I just prayed for
Nigga, church
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
Lord forgive me for my sins, I’m just tryna win
And she a devil in that dress but if she knock I let her in
And if she knock I let her in
I had her up by 12 o clock, then 3 o clock she wet again
I’m screamin’ “Oh Lord”
That pussy good, that pussy good
I’m tryin to hold on
I wish I could, you think I should?
She got that million dollar body
Shawty my Bugatti
And she said she got a man
we keep it secret illuminati
(Got Patron On deck)
And Ciroc all in my bottle
(Push it all on here)
She was on that Repressitol
(She take it all off)
And I take her off
And this bitch spinnin’ like I hit the lotto
[Chorus]
Burn lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Big Sean)
[Meek Mill]
MMG nigga, chain all VS
I ain’t with the BS
Catch me in the city riding hard through the BX
Skinny nigga, but I do it large like a 3X
The last nigga that tried to do me wrong, uhm he checked
Right back to that money slinging Os in the Pjects
I’m prolly catching milage while the pilot steer the P-jet
Because we next and we flex like…
[Big Sean]
Like 90PX, working all night
No breaks or recess
Vroom, Vroom
Yeah, I know my car sound like a T-Rex
Bitch I’m 23 years old and I ain’t riding in a Prius
My cousin finished school
Can’t believe he graduated
I threw him 20 thousand dollars
Told his ass congratulations
Cause me, I wasn’t made for that shit
But I could prolly hire him and who all paid for his shit
And to all the hoes that was dissing, I pray to god that you see me
I’m on the yacht getting hella high, smoking good, that seaweed
Bad bitch and her chacha, grabbing on her chi chi's
Million dollars bills on my email
You mad ass hell you ain’t CC'd
Chain all VS
Bitch you know its BS
Boy I run my city
[Meek Mill]
End of story, Nigga PS
All white maybach
Green Bay they pack
Y’all niggas was slackin
Remember the hard nights of me trappin
And they say life’s a game of chess
You can play checkers all on my jacket
Because it Donny Ya and rhymes away on all you pig rappers
I say yeah nigga I murder that
Pen em ear and serve em back
Niggas say they want beef
Well well the fucks my burgers at
I got white, was serving that
I been to jail, Ain’t going back
I alley-ooped your bitch off that backboard
She throw it back
I slammed dunk in that pussy
Blake Griffin’d your hoe nigga
Maybach with Ricky Ross my chain rock like I know Jigga
That’s cause I do hoe
Shout out to my new hoe
That pussy pink like Nuvo
And I dogged that, Khujo
[Big Sean]
Niggas want talk
What they gone say
I hit the pedal til that muthafucka break
Freaky bitches love the money I make
And to live like this
You muthafuckas gotta pay
So let that shit burn
Let that shit burn
Let that shit burn
Let that shit burn
Gasoline,
The roof on fire, I’m only gettin’ higher
50 racks all in my pocket, all the bottles
I’ma let that shit burn
[Big Sean]
Bitch, I had one shot and ain't blow it
Ridin’ til the wheels fell off and they tore it
I got green on top of green
Damn it's lookin’ like I grew it
D-Town, The hood behind me like a King Cobra
[Meek Mill]
Burn, Bitch
I let it burn bitch
My money straighta than a motherfuckin’ perm bitch
No navigation, you can see that is my turn shit
Shorty give me all that brain and still ain’t never learn shit
[Big Sean]
Oh that’s your girl,
Damn nigga you ain’t learn shit
She naked in my studio
I’m on that Howard Stern Shit
Yep, I swear that Mack 10 is barbell
Finally famous, the cartel
Hit your girl in my whip and now that pussy got that new car smell
Same shit, different day
I ain’t broke no more, it’s a different day
Don’t turn me down, I got shit to say
My purp strong like it’s lifting weights
It Sean Don, sippin’ Chandon I got a bad bitch with them pom poms
My rolly don’t tick tock, you shit sound like a time bomb
BOOOM…
Little Bitch…
[Big Sean]
Niggas want talk
What they gone say
I hit the pedal til that muthafucka break
Freaky bitches love the money I make
And to live like this
You muthafuckas gotta pay
So let that shit burn
[Meek Mill]
Let that shit burn
Let that shit burn
Let that shit burn
Gasoline,
The roof on fire, I’m only gettin’ higher
50 racks all in my pocket, all the bottles
I’ma let that shit burn
[Meek Mill]
Niggas want talk
What they gone say
I hit the pedal til that muthafucka break
Freaky bitches love the money i make
And to live like this
You muthafuckas gotta pay
So let that shit burn
Let that shit burn
Let that shit burn
Let that shit burn
Gasoline,
The roof on fire, I’m only gettin’ higher
50 racks all in my pocket, all the bottles
I’ma let that shit burn…burn
MMG nigga, chain all VS
I ain’t with the BS
Catch me in the city riding hard through the BX
Skinny nigga, but I do it large like a 3X
The last nigga that tried to do me wrong, uhm he checked
Right back to that money slinging Os in the Pjects
I’m prolly catching milage while the pilot steer the P-jet
Because we next and we flex like…
[Big Sean]
Like 90PX, working all night
No breaks or recess
Vroom, Vroom
Yeah, I know my car sound like a T-Rex
Bitch I’m 23 years old and I ain’t riding in a Prius
My cousin finished school
Can’t believe he graduated
I threw him 20 thousand dollars
Told his ass congratulations
Cause me, I wasn’t made for that shit
But I could prolly hire him and who all paid for his shit
And to all the hoes that was dissing, I pray to god that you see me
I’m on the yacht getting hella high, smoking good, that seaweed
Bad bitch and her chacha, grabbing on her chi chi's
Million dollars bills on my email
You mad ass hell you ain’t CC'd
Chain all VS
Bitch you know its BS
Boy I run my city
[Meek Mill]
End of story, Nigga PS
All white maybach
Green Bay they pack
Y’all niggas was slackin
Remember the hard nights of me trappin
And they say life’s a game of chess
You can play checkers all on my jacket
Because it Donny Ya and rhymes away on all you pig rappers
I say yeah nigga I murder that
Pen em ear and serve em back
Niggas say they want beef
Well well the fucks my burgers at
I got white, was serving that
I been to jail, Ain’t going back
I alley-ooped your bitch off that backboard
She throw it back
I slammed dunk in that pussy
Blake Griffin’d your hoe nigga
Maybach with Ricky Ross my chain rock like I know Jigga
That’s cause I do hoe
Shout out to my new hoe
That pussy pink like Nuvo
And I dogged that, Khujo
[Big Sean]
Niggas want talk
What they gone say
I hit the pedal til that muthafucka break
Freaky bitches love the money I make
And to live like this
You muthafuckas gotta pay
So let that shit burn
Let that shit burn
Let that shit burn
Let that shit burn
Gasoline,
The roof on fire, I’m only gettin’ higher
50 racks all in my pocket, all the bottles
I’ma let that shit burn
[Big Sean]
Bitch, I had one shot and ain't blow it
Ridin’ til the wheels fell off and they tore it
I got green on top of green
Damn it's lookin’ like I grew it
D-Town, The hood behind me like a King Cobra
[Meek Mill]
Burn, Bitch
I let it burn bitch
My money straighta than a motherfuckin’ perm bitch
No navigation, you can see that is my turn shit
Shorty give me all that brain and still ain’t never learn shit
[Big Sean]
Oh that’s your girl,
Damn nigga you ain’t learn shit
She naked in my studio
I’m on that Howard Stern Shit
Yep, I swear that Mack 10 is barbell
Finally famous, the cartel
Hit your girl in my whip and now that pussy got that new car smell
Same shit, different day
I ain’t broke no more, it’s a different day
Don’t turn me down, I got shit to say
My purp strong like it’s lifting weights
It Sean Don, sippin’ Chandon I got a bad bitch with them pom poms
My rolly don’t tick tock, you shit sound like a time bomb
BOOOM…
Little Bitch…
[Big Sean]
Niggas want talk
What they gone say
I hit the pedal til that muthafucka break
Freaky bitches love the money I make
And to live like this
You muthafuckas gotta pay
So let that shit burn
[Meek Mill]
Let that shit burn
Let that shit burn
Let that shit burn
Gasoline,
The roof on fire, I’m only gettin’ higher
50 racks all in my pocket, all the bottles
I’ma let that shit burn
[Meek Mill]
Niggas want talk
What they gone say
I hit the pedal til that muthafucka break
Freaky bitches love the money i make
And to live like this
You muthafuckas gotta pay
So let that shit burn
Let that shit burn
Let that shit burn
Let that shit burn
Gasoline,
The roof on fire, I’m only gettin’ higher
50 racks all in my pocket, all the bottles
I’ma let that shit burn…burn
A1 Everything lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Kendrick Lamar)
[Intro]
See I’m an A1 type of guy
I cruck A1 hoes (trill)
Rock A1 clothes (trill)
Drive A1 whips (trill)
And still pour A1 sauce on my shit
I come from the bottom
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Crushing all these hoes, rocking all this ice
Selling all these O’s, nigga, I done did that twice
So I’m just riding round in my Rolls, about to get on my bike
Just to touchdown in my hood and I put that on my life
I’m like yeah nigga, I’m there nigga, I ball hard all year, nigga
My diamonds all clear, smack my chain, you dead nigga
I don’t know what you heard, and I don’t know what you thought
But all my dogs they murk and all my dogs go hard (fuck that)
My new young chick look exactly like Rihanna
Ass like Nicki, but she yellow like Madonna
I take her to the mall, buy her all types of designers
YSL, fly Chanel, all that Dolce & Gabbana
I jump right back like 36, lean hard when I turn the whip
If I ain’t have my rap deal, then I still be serving bricks
So I kill a pussy, I murder shit, homicide on shorty
My gold rol cost 60 racks, my rose gold cost 40
[Hook]
I get A1 money, I’m an A1 nigga
Got a A1 swagger, I’m getting A1 bitches
I just bought me a Rollie, you can skate on nigga
If they don’t love it, they hate it, well get your hate on nigga
Cuz I got A1 everything, A1 everything
A1 everything, I get A1 everything
I got A1 credit, A1 hoes
I drive A1 whips, and I rock A1 clothes
[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Pray to God I washed my hand, but I be damned
2012 100 racks to Uncle Sam
A 24 year old millionaire
Don’t read the contract ‘less a mill in there
A1 credit, park my car bowlegged
I got a bus full of bitches, I call it Jerome Bettis
I grab my dick in the picture, your hoe be cropping the image
I let you scrape off the dishes, we eating nigga, I’ll finish it
Then come right back, hope you insomniac
Sleep on me if you wanna take a dirt nap
Bitch I’m talking ca-ca-ca-ca-ca then more ca-ca-ca-ca
Hit your roof until I pop your top up
Then more ca-ca-ca-ca, til I know I gotcha
Ballin’ like I’m baldin’, then I see Jordan in the mirror
Nigga that’s flawless VVS, CC text me what you wearing
Puttin’ my all inside your bitch, I grip her hips thats power steering
About to hydroplane when I board that plane and land inside the building
[Hook]
See I’m an A1 type of guy
I cruck A1 hoes (trill)
Rock A1 clothes (trill)
Drive A1 whips (trill)
And still pour A1 sauce on my shit
I come from the bottom
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Crushing all these hoes, rocking all this ice
Selling all these O’s, nigga, I done did that twice
So I’m just riding round in my Rolls, about to get on my bike
Just to touchdown in my hood and I put that on my life
I’m like yeah nigga, I’m there nigga, I ball hard all year, nigga
My diamonds all clear, smack my chain, you dead nigga
I don’t know what you heard, and I don’t know what you thought
But all my dogs they murk and all my dogs go hard (fuck that)
My new young chick look exactly like Rihanna
Ass like Nicki, but she yellow like Madonna
I take her to the mall, buy her all types of designers
YSL, fly Chanel, all that Dolce & Gabbana
I jump right back like 36, lean hard when I turn the whip
If I ain’t have my rap deal, then I still be serving bricks
So I kill a pussy, I murder shit, homicide on shorty
My gold rol cost 60 racks, my rose gold cost 40
[Hook]
I get A1 money, I’m an A1 nigga
Got a A1 swagger, I’m getting A1 bitches
I just bought me a Rollie, you can skate on nigga
If they don’t love it, they hate it, well get your hate on nigga
Cuz I got A1 everything, A1 everything
A1 everything, I get A1 everything
I got A1 credit, A1 hoes
I drive A1 whips, and I rock A1 clothes
[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Pray to God I washed my hand, but I be damned
2012 100 racks to Uncle Sam
A 24 year old millionaire
Don’t read the contract ‘less a mill in there
A1 credit, park my car bowlegged
I got a bus full of bitches, I call it Jerome Bettis
I grab my dick in the picture, your hoe be cropping the image
I let you scrape off the dishes, we eating nigga, I’ll finish it
Then come right back, hope you insomniac
Sleep on me if you wanna take a dirt nap
Bitch I’m talking ca-ca-ca-ca-ca then more ca-ca-ca-ca
Hit your roof until I pop your top up
Then more ca-ca-ca-ca, til I know I gotcha
Ballin’ like I’m baldin’, then I see Jordan in the mirror
Nigga that’s flawless VVS, CC text me what you wearing
Puttin’ my all inside your bitch, I grip her hips thats power steering
About to hydroplane when I board that plane and land inside the building
[Hook]
Use To Be lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Jordanne)
[Hook: Jordanne]
I use to be a use to
I use to be a use to
I use to be a use to
I used to grind in the dirt
I used to cry to 'til it hurt
I will look up to the heavens
When is my time gonna come
I use to be a use to
But I never got use to
Being what I use to, be
Said I use to be a use to
But I never got use to
Being what I use to be
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
I was never use to niggas that was use to
Being broke so I started selling coke
Times got hard was selling soap
Scheming just like the preacher in church he selling hope
Now I'm getting older, heart getting colder
Looking at my son while his head lay on my shoulder
Thinking in my head will I make it to see him grow up
Or will I catch a bullet from something these niggas throwing
Trying to take me out, in the hood trying to make it out
Niggas plotting on me cops all staking out
Trying to get a couple bricks so I can make a house
Close friends hating on me really trying to play me out
Damn, but niggas couldn't deal with me
If they had blackjack my shooters would still hit them
North side of Philly where it's real gritty
And dirty at where everyday they murder at
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
When I was young I started planning it out
My daddy got killed I was the man of the house
By the age of 16 man them hammers was out
So when niggas trying to hit me I'm just handing them out
Cause I ain't trying to see my mom crying, and my sis mourning
So I'mma let this little Mac 11 rip on them
Louis Vuitton sneaks watch the blood drip on them
For all the times I bled the tears I shed
Every time I made money it was here I said
And if my niggas asked for it it was yeah I said
Selling butter just to get the fam bread I spread
I got married to the streets and it was here I wed
Cause I was never use to being what I use to
Started off walking now the Rolls Royce a coup too
I'mma let the top down every time I shoot through
To give them motivation even though I know they hating
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
The man with the gold makes the rules
And one who makes the rules break the rules
Some niggas make it alive, some make the news
It's either family or money, I hate to choose
Cause you need money just to feed the fam, the family keep you cool
Got a nigga on the papers still I keep the tool
Niggas heard I'm getting money so they creeping through
I keep my hand up on that hammer what's for me to do?
Let these niggas kill me?
Try to line me up so they can rail me?
I'm just giving you the real me
Started with a dollar now I got it and I'm filthy
[Hook]
I use to be a use to
I use to be a use to
I use to be a use to
I used to grind in the dirt
I used to cry to 'til it hurt
I will look up to the heavens
When is my time gonna come
I use to be a use to
But I never got use to
Being what I use to, be
Said I use to be a use to
But I never got use to
Being what I use to be
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
I was never use to niggas that was use to
Being broke so I started selling coke
Times got hard was selling soap
Scheming just like the preacher in church he selling hope
Now I'm getting older, heart getting colder
Looking at my son while his head lay on my shoulder
Thinking in my head will I make it to see him grow up
Or will I catch a bullet from something these niggas throwing
Trying to take me out, in the hood trying to make it out
Niggas plotting on me cops all staking out
Trying to get a couple bricks so I can make a house
Close friends hating on me really trying to play me out
Damn, but niggas couldn't deal with me
If they had blackjack my shooters would still hit them
North side of Philly where it's real gritty
And dirty at where everyday they murder at
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
When I was young I started planning it out
My daddy got killed I was the man of the house
By the age of 16 man them hammers was out
So when niggas trying to hit me I'm just handing them out
Cause I ain't trying to see my mom crying, and my sis mourning
So I'mma let this little Mac 11 rip on them
Louis Vuitton sneaks watch the blood drip on them
For all the times I bled the tears I shed
Every time I made money it was here I said
And if my niggas asked for it it was yeah I said
Selling butter just to get the fam bread I spread
I got married to the streets and it was here I wed
Cause I was never use to being what I use to
Started off walking now the Rolls Royce a coup too
I'mma let the top down every time I shoot through
To give them motivation even though I know they hating
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
The man with the gold makes the rules
And one who makes the rules break the rules
Some niggas make it alive, some make the news
It's either family or money, I hate to choose
Cause you need money just to feed the fam, the family keep you cool
Got a nigga on the papers still I keep the tool
Niggas heard I'm getting money so they creeping through
I keep my hand up on that hammer what's for me to do?
Let these niggas kill me?
Try to line me up so they can rail me?
I'm just giving you the real me
Started with a dollar now I got it and I'm filthy
[Hook]
Flexing lyrics - Meek Mill
[Verse 1:]
Stuntin' all on my old hoes, styling all on my haters
Presidential is rose gold, say it's time to get paper
Glock 10 with that laser, fuck around meet yo maker
Everyone got me pissin', fuck around with them papers
So I can't smoke no kush, I can't smoke no kush
But I ran throught them hoes, and I ain't talk 'bout Reggie Bush
I say y'all fuck niggas so fold, hoes ain't never gon' look
In the kitchen with that pyrex and a 9 piece, let me cook
Now hold up, I went and bought a Phantom cause I wanted to
And now I drive the same one some stunnas do
Real nigga, 100 proof
I'm a need a 100M's to make me comfortable
[Hook:]
Stuntin' all on my old hoes, styling all on my haters
Presidential is rose gold, say it's time to get paper
Big crib with no neighbors, ball hard but no Lakers
Spent a 100 racks on my chain, all them hoes know my name
I be flexin, flexin, flexin on these niggas
I be flexin, flexin, flexin on these bitches
I be flexin, flexin, flexin on these niggas
I be flexin, flexin, flexin on these bitches
[Verse 2:]
All I know is just flex, shittin' on my ex
Bad hoes on my team, dick 'em down like Next
I rock YSL so fresh, fly as hell no jet
Waves on 360, make that pussy get so wet
She say I'm cocky, I say that's not me
She call me papi and I say ven aqui
Wrist wear on hockey, Porsche box like Ali
My sneaks they bally, in my hood I'm prolly just rollin 'round in that ghost
Watching out for them folks
Heater on my hip, trunk full of that work
I say my shooters like dirt, 10 racks and you murk
I put that on yo head nigga, first week and you dead nigga
I bottle pop, I model pop
Pull up on them bikes, let the throttle pop
Niggas know I'm nice, and I got a lot
Like fuck yo corner, I bought a block
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
I don't chase no bitches, I just chase my dream
We ridin 'round so dirty in this whip that's so clean
My old head she 30 but that dick suck so mean
And that pussy just so good for that pipe she my fein
On that pint I just lean, perk got me bent
If you ain't talking 'bout money, you ain't got no sense
Smell it on my clothes, work got that scent
In that kitchen with them birds, 'bout to serve up that's din'
Hold up! OZ's and whole keys
Straight white and no trees
Great white and OZ's and they might just OD
I stay tight with OG's
They know I'm real nigga
Pocket full of them racks
And my bank account Meek Mill nigga
[Hook]
Stuntin' all on my old hoes, styling all on my haters
Presidential is rose gold, say it's time to get paper
Glock 10 with that laser, fuck around meet yo maker
Everyone got me pissin', fuck around with them papers
So I can't smoke no kush, I can't smoke no kush
But I ran throught them hoes, and I ain't talk 'bout Reggie Bush
I say y'all fuck niggas so fold, hoes ain't never gon' look
In the kitchen with that pyrex and a 9 piece, let me cook
Now hold up, I went and bought a Phantom cause I wanted to
And now I drive the same one some stunnas do
Real nigga, 100 proof
I'm a need a 100M's to make me comfortable
[Hook:]
Stuntin' all on my old hoes, styling all on my haters
Presidential is rose gold, say it's time to get paper
Big crib with no neighbors, ball hard but no Lakers
Spent a 100 racks on my chain, all them hoes know my name
I be flexin, flexin, flexin on these niggas
I be flexin, flexin, flexin on these bitches
I be flexin, flexin, flexin on these niggas
I be flexin, flexin, flexin on these bitches
[Verse 2:]
All I know is just flex, shittin' on my ex
Bad hoes on my team, dick 'em down like Next
I rock YSL so fresh, fly as hell no jet
Waves on 360, make that pussy get so wet
She say I'm cocky, I say that's not me
She call me papi and I say ven aqui
Wrist wear on hockey, Porsche box like Ali
My sneaks they bally, in my hood I'm prolly just rollin 'round in that ghost
Watching out for them folks
Heater on my hip, trunk full of that work
I say my shooters like dirt, 10 racks and you murk
I put that on yo head nigga, first week and you dead nigga
I bottle pop, I model pop
Pull up on them bikes, let the throttle pop
Niggas know I'm nice, and I got a lot
Like fuck yo corner, I bought a block
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
I don't chase no bitches, I just chase my dream
We ridin 'round so dirty in this whip that's so clean
My old head she 30 but that dick suck so mean
And that pussy just so good for that pipe she my fein
On that pint I just lean, perk got me bent
If you ain't talking 'bout money, you ain't got no sense
Smell it on my clothes, work got that scent
In that kitchen with them birds, 'bout to serve up that's din'
Hold up! OZ's and whole keys
Straight white and no trees
Great white and OZ's and they might just OD
I stay tight with OG's
They know I'm real nigga
Pocket full of them racks
And my bank account Meek Mill nigga
[Hook]
I Get It lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Travis Scott)
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Stepping of of that lear, diamonds on me so clear
Dime hoes that I share, y'all couldn't go near
I say, pussy nigga I dare, you try and reached and get aired
You fuck around and get checked, doctor pump your chest like clear
Yea my niggas ball all year, y'all niggas so square (lame)
And all my niggas so live, why the fuck would I care
When that Lambo flow by, y'all suckas gon' stare
And all them haters gon' hate, fuck them, cause all them hoes gon' cheer
Yea my might life and my bite life got a bad bitch and she tight and nice
Cause I'm countin green in my money machine, that bitch sound like I typewrite
Hustle hard in that daytime but I ball off in that night life
My chain lit with them black stones, but they shine hard as yo white ice
Cause yo shit fake and yo shit late, no birthday but I get cake
Lame nigga yo album ain't fucking with my mixtape
Nigga smoking that Cali kush, that shit strong no lift weights
I tell niggas don't watch me while time tick on that big face
[Hook x2: Meek Mill]
Young nigga I get it, young nigga I get it
Neck full of that gold, gold Rollie go with it
Gold H on my belt, phone full of gold diggers
Sipping gold bottles of Spade, tell them hoes go figure
[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
Wake me up and I'm snoring, choking over whole gang of chains
She slept over the morning, a nigga ain't good with this naming game
Ain't need you fucking me over, pyramids on my pinky ring
And we dipping out, she pulling in, I guess she get the hang of things
So what up (what up), I told her shut the fuck up
When I run my mouth diamonds falling out, I guess that bitch done nut up
Crazy thing about it, her best friend is riding shotty
I knocked her down in her 'Rari, then drove off on Ducatti
Holy mother Mary, guess who hitting my Berry
A pair of double D's, I guess she out in Paris
Damn Tony them cantaloupes, fuck about getting Mary
She said her ex was Larry, but fuck that nigga Larry
Damn this shit is scary, I thought I seen the fairy
Fucking with that white milk, just might call it dairy
Ride around just me and Meek, a couple dimes and that's 20
Sit behind while we pull around, we might blind with canaries
[Hook x2]
Stepping of of that lear, diamonds on me so clear
Dime hoes that I share, y'all couldn't go near
I say, pussy nigga I dare, you try and reached and get aired
You fuck around and get checked, doctor pump your chest like clear
Yea my niggas ball all year, y'all niggas so square (lame)
And all my niggas so live, why the fuck would I care
When that Lambo flow by, y'all suckas gon' stare
And all them haters gon' hate, fuck them, cause all them hoes gon' cheer
Yea my might life and my bite life got a bad bitch and she tight and nice
Cause I'm countin green in my money machine, that bitch sound like I typewrite
Hustle hard in that daytime but I ball off in that night life
My chain lit with them black stones, but they shine hard as yo white ice
Cause yo shit fake and yo shit late, no birthday but I get cake
Lame nigga yo album ain't fucking with my mixtape
Nigga smoking that Cali kush, that shit strong no lift weights
I tell niggas don't watch me while time tick on that big face
[Hook x2: Meek Mill]
Young nigga I get it, young nigga I get it
Neck full of that gold, gold Rollie go with it
Gold H on my belt, phone full of gold diggers
Sipping gold bottles of Spade, tell them hoes go figure
[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
Wake me up and I'm snoring, choking over whole gang of chains
She slept over the morning, a nigga ain't good with this naming game
Ain't need you fucking me over, pyramids on my pinky ring
And we dipping out, she pulling in, I guess she get the hang of things
So what up (what up), I told her shut the fuck up
When I run my mouth diamonds falling out, I guess that bitch done nut up
Crazy thing about it, her best friend is riding shotty
I knocked her down in her 'Rari, then drove off on Ducatti
Holy mother Mary, guess who hitting my Berry
A pair of double D's, I guess she out in Paris
Damn Tony them cantaloupes, fuck about getting Mary
She said her ex was Larry, but fuck that nigga Larry
Damn this shit is scary, I thought I seen the fairy
Fucking with that white milk, just might call it dairy
Ride around just me and Meek, a couple dimes and that's 20
Sit behind while we pull around, we might blind with canaries
[Hook x2]
Everyday lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Rick Ross)
[Intro:]
Meek ain't countin' money no more.
If it ain't right, it ain't right
Zip the bag up.
MMG
Drop it right there.
[Background female voice:]
Maybach music.
[Verse 1:]
I got these niggas hating on me
But I don't give a fuck
Because they're bitches waiting on me
I'm just countin' all this money
And buyin' all these hammers,
So when these niggas play I let my shooters go bananas.
Dollars flashin' like a camera
My whip sounds like a monster
My bitch got on that shit, she got a million dollar-sponsor
These niggas gettin' sick
Somebody call a doctor
Cause all this blood's drippin' twenty racks on Louis Vuitton
I got Dolce and Gabanna,
Gucci, Louis, Prada,
Fly saddle, white socks, boy, I got a lotta.
My dream cabanas
That's where they'll probably find us
Tell me now the jail like sayonara to you others.
[Hook:]
I spoil them bitches
I employ them niggas.
Wipe my ass with the riches
Like they're some toilet tissue.
Fuck with the winner
Minx in a winner
Philadelphia millionaire
Meek be that nigga.
Your niggas hatin'
My niggas ballin',
Poppin' bands gettn' money buying them Magnum bottles,
My bitch is patient
Your bitch is boring,
Fuck her, that Friday night we both woke up this Sunday morning.
[Verse 2:]
Young nigga, lot of cash
Bad bitch, lotta ass,
Lambourghini kinda fast
It got these haters kinda mad
Make me bring them sticks out
AKA, look, they're comin'
Them niggas 're kinda nice
Which means that they kinda act.
I be on all kinds of shit
Boy, I get all kinds of cash,
Monday, I'm a wear my Jays,
Tuesday, my Prada bag,
Wednesday, I go Louie Vuitton,
And say: How you been? I say: Doin' fine.
But that ball hard like two Lebrons
I hit the booth with no shooting time
I'm Superman
My bitch is superfly
I make a hater wanna kill himself, suicide
That nigga play at me
He knows it's do-or-die
Cause I got a big Mac
And that bitch, be super-sized.
Rollin with a hundred goons
Boy I got a hundred jewls
Bout to fuck a hundred hoes
All them bitches coming soon.
Tell 'em I am coming now
Tell 'em I am coming, cool.
Buy my shit, it's superhot
I named my album 'Summer June'
[Hook:]
I spoil them bitches
I employ them niggas.
Wipe my ass with the riches
Like they're some toilet tissue.
Fuck with the winner
Minx in a winner
Philadelphia millionaire
Meek be that nigga.
Your niggas hatin'
My niggas ballin',
Poppin' bands gettn' money buying them Magnum bottles,
My bitch is patient
Your bitch is boring,
Fuck her, that Friday night we both woke up this Sunday morning.
[Verse 3:]
Bugatti and Rosay
Bout to meet Jose
He said 'Did that work',
And I was like 'OK'
She said 'Give me money'
I was like 'No way'
She got mad and touched my phone
Said, 'It ain't no work if it ain't no pay'.
I'm like 'Be gone, bitch
Be gone, bitch.'
I'll pop the guard
Turn on my On switch.
Them bitches ain't on that
Nigga, cause they're on this
You put more money in,
I put more money in.
[Hook:]
I spoil them bitches
I employ them niggas.
Wipe my ass with the riches
Like they're some toilet tissue.
Fuck with the winner
Minx in a winner
Philadelphia millionaire
Meek be that nigga.
Your niggas hatin'
My niggas ballin',
Poppin' bands gettn' money buying them Magnum bottles,
My bitch is patient
Your bitch is boring,
Fuck her, that Friday night we both woke up this Sunday morning.
[Background male voice:]
Can I ask a favor?
Please embrace the fact that Meek is just that boy now
Why fight it?
You're doing yourself the service.
Meek ain't countin' money no more.
If it ain't right, it ain't right
Zip the bag up.
MMG
Drop it right there.
[Background female voice:]
Maybach music.
[Verse 1:]
I got these niggas hating on me
But I don't give a fuck
Because they're bitches waiting on me
I'm just countin' all this money
And buyin' all these hammers,
So when these niggas play I let my shooters go bananas.
Dollars flashin' like a camera
My whip sounds like a monster
My bitch got on that shit, she got a million dollar-sponsor
These niggas gettin' sick
Somebody call a doctor
Cause all this blood's drippin' twenty racks on Louis Vuitton
I got Dolce and Gabanna,
Gucci, Louis, Prada,
Fly saddle, white socks, boy, I got a lotta.
My dream cabanas
That's where they'll probably find us
Tell me now the jail like sayonara to you others.
[Hook:]
I spoil them bitches
I employ them niggas.
Wipe my ass with the riches
Like they're some toilet tissue.
Fuck with the winner
Minx in a winner
Philadelphia millionaire
Meek be that nigga.
Your niggas hatin'
My niggas ballin',
Poppin' bands gettn' money buying them Magnum bottles,
My bitch is patient
Your bitch is boring,
Fuck her, that Friday night we both woke up this Sunday morning.
[Verse 2:]
Young nigga, lot of cash
Bad bitch, lotta ass,
Lambourghini kinda fast
It got these haters kinda mad
Make me bring them sticks out
AKA, look, they're comin'
Them niggas 're kinda nice
Which means that they kinda act.
I be on all kinds of shit
Boy, I get all kinds of cash,
Monday, I'm a wear my Jays,
Tuesday, my Prada bag,
Wednesday, I go Louie Vuitton,
And say: How you been? I say: Doin' fine.
But that ball hard like two Lebrons
I hit the booth with no shooting time
I'm Superman
My bitch is superfly
I make a hater wanna kill himself, suicide
That nigga play at me
He knows it's do-or-die
Cause I got a big Mac
And that bitch, be super-sized.
Rollin with a hundred goons
Boy I got a hundred jewls
Bout to fuck a hundred hoes
All them bitches coming soon.
Tell 'em I am coming now
Tell 'em I am coming, cool.
Buy my shit, it's superhot
I named my album 'Summer June'
[Hook:]
I spoil them bitches
I employ them niggas.
Wipe my ass with the riches
Like they're some toilet tissue.
Fuck with the winner
Minx in a winner
Philadelphia millionaire
Meek be that nigga.
Your niggas hatin'
My niggas ballin',
Poppin' bands gettn' money buying them Magnum bottles,
My bitch is patient
Your bitch is boring,
Fuck her, that Friday night we both woke up this Sunday morning.
[Verse 3:]
Bugatti and Rosay
Bout to meet Jose
He said 'Did that work',
And I was like 'OK'
She said 'Give me money'
I was like 'No way'
She got mad and touched my phone
Said, 'It ain't no work if it ain't no pay'.
I'm like 'Be gone, bitch
Be gone, bitch.'
I'll pop the guard
Turn on my On switch.
Them bitches ain't on that
Nigga, cause they're on this
You put more money in,
I put more money in.
[Hook:]
I spoil them bitches
I employ them niggas.
Wipe my ass with the riches
Like they're some toilet tissue.
Fuck with the winner
Minx in a winner
Philadelphia millionaire
Meek be that nigga.
Your niggas hatin'
My niggas ballin',
Poppin' bands gettn' money buying them Magnum bottles,
My bitch is patient
Your bitch is boring,
Fuck her, that Friday night we both woke up this Sunday morning.
[Background male voice:]
Can I ask a favor?
Please embrace the fact that Meek is just that boy now
Why fight it?
You're doing yourself the service.
Racked Up Shawty lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Fabolous, French Montana)
It's MMG
All my niggas strapped up and racked up
It's a lifestyle nigga
Racked up Shawty, Racked up Shawty
All these bitches call me Racked up Shawty
Racked up Shawty, Racked up Shawty
All these bitches call me Racked up Shawty
Racks all of my wrists, racks all on my neck
I spend racks all on my bitch
Look at these racks all on my check
Nigga I'm racked up and I racked out
Fuck the bitches she tap out
Fuck a bitch and I pass out
My pockets on j Stackhouse
Cause I ball hard I'm swagged out
All black maybach's out
You'll niggas just been shit
And I live shit that I rap 'bout
These racks came from my crack house
Dirty money like Diddy
Hammers niggas ain't never seen
Got thirty off in that fifty
Now tell them hoes that I'm busy
Tell them hoes that I'm balling
I done fucking ain't answered once
Now why this hoe keep calling
You'll niggas be fowling
Acting like you all got it
That shit you call your stash nigga
That's racks off of my pocket
Racked up Shawty, Racked up Shawty
All these bitches call me Racked up Shawty
Racked up Shawty, Racked up Shawty
All these bitches call me Racked up Shawty
My shoes cost me a rack
My outfit off the rack
My presidential Rowley
I'm calling that Barack
Damn I meant Barack, too much Ciroc
Won't catch me and that passenger
That's word to Pac
That's word to Big
Rest in peace to the legends
We kill niggas for the acting
Rest in peace all them legends
Catch me in that Aston
I'm what's up fuck asking
They talk behind my bitch back
They must have seen her ass then
From H town like the astro, score card her ass ten
Pop pills no aspirin like a ski slope in Aspen
It's going down, it's going down
Now I brought my ski racks
Niggas know my flow cold
So I don't ride I ski tracks
Racked up Shawty, Racked up Shawty
All these bitches call me Racked up Shawty
Racked up Shawty, Racked up Shawty
All these bitches call me Racked up Shawty
Black Ferrari, blacked out
Black Friday, Black Map
Popping spade blackjack
Bitch I'm hotter than fish grease
Made 250 this week
Baddest bitch all in balling bitch ball center
Ass fat, can't sit straight
Bought her like green blake
Chain blue and white penn state
Touring off of mixtapes
Racked up Shawty, Chain by forty
Came here with one bitch, left here with forty
Shout my hommie Meek Mill
Shout my hommie Fabo
Bellow the crib Cup Mill
I ain't trying to brag hoe
That coke boy that Mayback
That bad boy that stay strap
That ghosts fuck that Mayback
Baddest whores say that
Racked up Shawty, Racked up Shawty
All these bitches call me Racked up Shawty
Racked up Shawty, Racked up Shawty
All these bitches call me Racked up Shawty
All my niggas strapped up and racked up
It's a lifestyle nigga
Racked up Shawty, Racked up Shawty
All these bitches call me Racked up Shawty
Racked up Shawty, Racked up Shawty
All these bitches call me Racked up Shawty
Racks all of my wrists, racks all on my neck
I spend racks all on my bitch
Look at these racks all on my check
Nigga I'm racked up and I racked out
Fuck the bitches she tap out
Fuck a bitch and I pass out
My pockets on j Stackhouse
Cause I ball hard I'm swagged out
All black maybach's out
You'll niggas just been shit
And I live shit that I rap 'bout
These racks came from my crack house
Dirty money like Diddy
Hammers niggas ain't never seen
Got thirty off in that fifty
Now tell them hoes that I'm busy
Tell them hoes that I'm balling
I done fucking ain't answered once
Now why this hoe keep calling
You'll niggas be fowling
Acting like you all got it
That shit you call your stash nigga
That's racks off of my pocket
Racked up Shawty, Racked up Shawty
All these bitches call me Racked up Shawty
Racked up Shawty, Racked up Shawty
All these bitches call me Racked up Shawty
My shoes cost me a rack
My outfit off the rack
My presidential Rowley
I'm calling that Barack
Damn I meant Barack, too much Ciroc
Won't catch me and that passenger
That's word to Pac
That's word to Big
Rest in peace to the legends
We kill niggas for the acting
Rest in peace all them legends
Catch me in that Aston
I'm what's up fuck asking
They talk behind my bitch back
They must have seen her ass then
From H town like the astro, score card her ass ten
Pop pills no aspirin like a ski slope in Aspen
It's going down, it's going down
Now I brought my ski racks
Niggas know my flow cold
So I don't ride I ski tracks
Racked up Shawty, Racked up Shawty
All these bitches call me Racked up Shawty
Racked up Shawty, Racked up Shawty
All these bitches call me Racked up Shawty
Black Ferrari, blacked out
Black Friday, Black Map
Popping spade blackjack
Bitch I'm hotter than fish grease
Made 250 this week
Baddest bitch all in balling bitch ball center
Ass fat, can't sit straight
Bought her like green blake
Chain blue and white penn state
Touring off of mixtapes
Racked up Shawty, Chain by forty
Came here with one bitch, left here with forty
Shout my hommie Meek Mill
Shout my hommie Fabo
Bellow the crib Cup Mill
I ain't trying to brag hoe
That coke boy that Mayback
That bad boy that stay strap
That ghosts fuck that Mayback
Baddest whores say that
Racked up Shawty, Racked up Shawty
All these bitches call me Racked up Shawty
Racked up Shawty, Racked up Shawty
All these bitches call me Racked up Shawty
Lean Wit It lyrics - Meek Mill
[Verse 1]
Uh, In the kitchen goin ham again
Fuckin’ with dem birds like Cam and them
I’ll tell you what’s the word when the tan is in
We dem niggas on the curb with dem hammers and
Whole brick throw it on a triple beam
It get hectic we gon’ stretch it like a limousine
Ain’t no question if I touch it then it’s Mr.Clean
I be reppin in yo’ section me my nigga Keem
Ghost boys, in a ghost nigga
I burn bread I ain’t talkin toast nigga
Whole team of killers, I’m the coach nigga
Presidential on my wrist, now take ya votes nigga
Rookie of the year, cookies in the rear
I got some bad bitches that’ll get it there
If you don’t wanna get it we gon send ‘em there
If it’s heavy then Omelly comin in a Lear
Bricksquad, like Waka and dem
If its gucci like D.Howard get a block for dem
I don’t touch I just leave it up to Tock and dem
Meek Mill started wasn’t chopper we was poppin den
[Hook]
Lean wit it, rock wit it
Throw some bake up in the pot wit it
Microwave or we gon pop whip it
When it get right we drop that ice and make it lock wit it
I tell em lean wit it, rock wit it
Throw some bake up in the pot wit it
Microwave or we gon pop whip it
When it get right we drop that ice and make it lock wit it, Ughh!
[Verse 2]
I made a million off a mixtape
Nigga get ya shit straight
I’m sellin that raw shit, you sellin that weak weight
Cookin’ up a whole bird until I make my wrist ache
When I pulled up to the club you should’ve seen ya bitch face, Ughh!
Fitfy cash in my pocket
Nigga, I got the stash in my pocket
I’m blowin money fast in my pocket
Said its lookin like I got Nicki ass in my pocket
Talkin Ass Ass Ass Ass, all I get is cash cash
Club lit my last tag, could’ve bought a fast Jag
The way these bitches wavin’ at me, you would think a cab passed
Wondered why u hatin on me, nigga wit ‘cho mad ass
Rollie on me cost a whole brick
Killers with me ain’t go no pics
These groupie bitches ain’t got no sense
So we make a movie on them bitches no script
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Thirty-six treat it like a dirty bitch
Cuz I hit it and then send it to the other strip
Call me anything don’t call me by my government
Cuz when I’m out ‘chea in the jungle we be sellin bricks
Half these niggas in my hood be on some tellin shit
We be on some if you snitchin crack ya melon shit
If I ain’t rockin with the Smith its Parabellum shit
Papi bring ‘em on the boat they know we sellin shit
Lean wit it, rock wit it
Posted Mac. 11 in the lot wit it
Seven fifty gettin’ busy wit a box in it
So when they pull us over they don’t find dem Glocks in it
[Hook]
Uh, In the kitchen goin ham again
Fuckin’ with dem birds like Cam and them
I’ll tell you what’s the word when the tan is in
We dem niggas on the curb with dem hammers and
Whole brick throw it on a triple beam
It get hectic we gon’ stretch it like a limousine
Ain’t no question if I touch it then it’s Mr.Clean
I be reppin in yo’ section me my nigga Keem
Ghost boys, in a ghost nigga
I burn bread I ain’t talkin toast nigga
Whole team of killers, I’m the coach nigga
Presidential on my wrist, now take ya votes nigga
Rookie of the year, cookies in the rear
I got some bad bitches that’ll get it there
If you don’t wanna get it we gon send ‘em there
If it’s heavy then Omelly comin in a Lear
Bricksquad, like Waka and dem
If its gucci like D.Howard get a block for dem
I don’t touch I just leave it up to Tock and dem
Meek Mill started wasn’t chopper we was poppin den
[Hook]
Lean wit it, rock wit it
Throw some bake up in the pot wit it
Microwave or we gon pop whip it
When it get right we drop that ice and make it lock wit it
I tell em lean wit it, rock wit it
Throw some bake up in the pot wit it
Microwave or we gon pop whip it
When it get right we drop that ice and make it lock wit it, Ughh!
[Verse 2]
I made a million off a mixtape
Nigga get ya shit straight
I’m sellin that raw shit, you sellin that weak weight
Cookin’ up a whole bird until I make my wrist ache
When I pulled up to the club you should’ve seen ya bitch face, Ughh!
Fitfy cash in my pocket
Nigga, I got the stash in my pocket
I’m blowin money fast in my pocket
Said its lookin like I got Nicki ass in my pocket
Talkin Ass Ass Ass Ass, all I get is cash cash
Club lit my last tag, could’ve bought a fast Jag
The way these bitches wavin’ at me, you would think a cab passed
Wondered why u hatin on me, nigga wit ‘cho mad ass
Rollie on me cost a whole brick
Killers with me ain’t go no pics
These groupie bitches ain’t got no sense
So we make a movie on them bitches no script
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Thirty-six treat it like a dirty bitch
Cuz I hit it and then send it to the other strip
Call me anything don’t call me by my government
Cuz when I’m out ‘chea in the jungle we be sellin bricks
Half these niggas in my hood be on some tellin shit
We be on some if you snitchin crack ya melon shit
If I ain’t rockin with the Smith its Parabellum shit
Papi bring ‘em on the boat they know we sellin shit
Lean wit it, rock wit it
Posted Mac. 11 in the lot wit it
Seven fifty gettin’ busy wit a box in it
So when they pull us over they don’t find dem Glocks in it
[Hook]
Big Dreams lyrics - Meek Mill
If you ain't got a dream, you ain't got nuttin'
A lot of niggas changed on me when I got money
Said it come with the game and this what I wanted
So I'm a hustle like the first time, I got fronted for the love of the dream
And the Love of the team
Put Together, a circle, they couldn't come in-between
Went from lint in my pockets, to using money machines
I got my city back poppin' and they don't want me to leave
No, they don't want me to leave
But I gotta go and get it though
Time is money, and I'm on mission though
Poppy gotta eat, niggas shootin' 'round my momma wait
Cops run in my sister crib, I swear I gotta find a way
Try to take the million dollars and I'm like a dime away
Never asked a nigga for a hand, I always grind away
Watch my little rats, smoke my little weed
Sold a little crack just to fill my little needs
I was 16, gettin' on my little knees
Askin' da lord please, help me get a little cheese
It was hot out, same time it was yard out
In a jungle where niggas will rip your heart out
Cold summers where niggas a bright starve out
Wanna be a kingpin from watch a nigga ball out
Could you blame us, devil was tryna chain us
We just tried to fix the roof leak when it was rainin'
We just tried to keep the house warm when winter came in
But they rub the detainers, lockers and cells of strangers, the razors
The animal go in cages, that's what the slave masters told the workers when they slaved us
Small city, big dreams
I've been waiting on this day since I was 16
Since I was 16
I've been waiting on this day since I was 16
Small city, big dreams
I've been waiting on this day since I was 16
Since I was 16
I've been waiting on this day since I was 16
Rock man told us sun don't shine
You know if his daddy hustled then his son gone grind
His father was locked up, now the son doin' time
When certain niggas get to starvin' know that gun shine
Two felonies on his record, he got one more time
Get that, push that, he don't want no job, lost hope
Some niggas don't even want no God
They just want a little money just to come through fly
Cause nobody ever listens to the broke nigga
Cause when you broke, be considered as a joke nigga
If you a joke, you consider as a hoe nigga
And no nigga wanna live like livin' poe nigga
Small city, big dreams
I've been waiting on this day since I was 16
Sellin white girl, I'm talkin' Christine
Young boy with dreams touching that big screen
Small city, big dreams
I've been waiting on this day since I was 16
Since I was 16
I've been waiting on this day since I was 16
Small city, big dreams
I've been waiting on this day since I was 16
Since I was 16
I've been waiting on this day since I was 16
A lot of niggas changed on me when I got money
Said it come with the game and this what I wanted
So I'm a hustle like the first time, I got fronted for the love of the dream
And the Love of the team
Put Together, a circle, they couldn't come in-between
Went from lint in my pockets, to using money machines
I got my city back poppin' and they don't want me to leave
No, they don't want me to leave
But I gotta go and get it though
Time is money, and I'm on mission though
Poppy gotta eat, niggas shootin' 'round my momma wait
Cops run in my sister crib, I swear I gotta find a way
Try to take the million dollars and I'm like a dime away
Never asked a nigga for a hand, I always grind away
Watch my little rats, smoke my little weed
Sold a little crack just to fill my little needs
I was 16, gettin' on my little knees
Askin' da lord please, help me get a little cheese
It was hot out, same time it was yard out
In a jungle where niggas will rip your heart out
Cold summers where niggas a bright starve out
Wanna be a kingpin from watch a nigga ball out
Could you blame us, devil was tryna chain us
We just tried to fix the roof leak when it was rainin'
We just tried to keep the house warm when winter came in
But they rub the detainers, lockers and cells of strangers, the razors
The animal go in cages, that's what the slave masters told the workers when they slaved us
Small city, big dreams
I've been waiting on this day since I was 16
Since I was 16
I've been waiting on this day since I was 16
Small city, big dreams
I've been waiting on this day since I was 16
Since I was 16
I've been waiting on this day since I was 16
Rock man told us sun don't shine
You know if his daddy hustled then his son gone grind
His father was locked up, now the son doin' time
When certain niggas get to starvin' know that gun shine
Two felonies on his record, he got one more time
Get that, push that, he don't want no job, lost hope
Some niggas don't even want no God
They just want a little money just to come through fly
Cause nobody ever listens to the broke nigga
Cause when you broke, be considered as a joke nigga
If you a joke, you consider as a hoe nigga
And no nigga wanna live like livin' poe nigga
Small city, big dreams
I've been waiting on this day since I was 16
Sellin white girl, I'm talkin' Christine
Young boy with dreams touching that big screen
Small city, big dreams
I've been waiting on this day since I was 16
Since I was 16
I've been waiting on this day since I was 16
Small city, big dreams
I've been waiting on this day since I was 16
Since I was 16
I've been waiting on this day since I was 16
Take U Home lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Wale, Big Sean)
[Hook:]
Girl I know you got a man, and you so in love with him
But can I get a dance? Maybe a little loving
Slim girl if I took you home, I wonder, I wonder
Maybe I was wondering
I wonder if I took you home
Would you still be in love baby?
Cause I need you tonight
I wonder if I took you home
Would you still be in love baby?
Cause I need you tonight
(Tell your man you'll see him next week, cause we gone)
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
I say Maserati stance, get it we disappearing
I tell her cut off the phones, there's nothing to interfere
She follow my every order do anything that I dare
I'm giving her everything so all my neighbors can hear it
Scream to her making her fiend more
We be making a movie they thinking it's Scream 4
Got that from [?] Jeezy and then I put Dean on
I'm 7 looking like Heaven, I love when them jeans on
We rolling get your chick stolen
Stand up paper I can't even fold it
Old bread baby, my money be moldy
Every time I'm going down it's nothing but roses, yeah
I was just on the money, never was on hoes
I told shorty play her part like some corn rows
And maybe you could get a Neiman Marcus wardrobe
I'm talking tearing down the mall when the stores close
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Wale]
Dub A.L.E. you know I'm in the house
I'm going on whatever shorty point them bitches out
They love me up top, I'm important in the South
I could talk them into drinking and then talk them out of a blouse
Look, wild youngin, brown drinking and loud loving
Living in a moment shawty it's now or never
I'm in a 911, this shit is rented though
But how I'm whippin' this muthafucka you never know
Shout out my brother Meek, O Melly what it do?
We trying to find how many bitches could fit in the coupe
She addicted to bags, I'm addicted to shoes
You could buy em for me, he can buy em for you
Word. Wale Folarin
Young'un Supreme SB's, I'm a star in this muthafucka
Raw in this muthafucka, Vuitton a nigga's duffle
John Doe flow: got a car in this muthafucka
Woop! Park the Caddy in the living room
He ain't talking about no paper we don't listen to him
I try to love 'em in the physical not literal
After I'm a hit it gotta give a little nigga room!
A little space! I gotta breathe
We blew enough trees, you gotta leaf!
No Days Off, me and Meek
Young gunner, Rock Boys, double MG!
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Big Sean]
Man I like my drinks high, my lights low
And I'm stacking paper like trifolds
'Til my momma neighbors them white folks
'Til my account triple O, oh, triple o, oh
Man the bank teller thought it was a typo
I've got loose girls in tight clothes
Man, that dance floor look perfect
Only thing it's missing is Michael
Twerk that shit, berserk that shit
Finally Famous ho, I deserve that shit
Put syrup on top, I dessert that shit
Then afterwards I'm gone, I desert that shit
B.I.G. lil bitch!
[Hook]
Girl I know you got a man, and you so in love with him
But can I get a dance? Maybe a little loving
Slim girl if I took you home, I wonder, I wonder
Maybe I was wondering
I wonder if I took you home
Would you still be in love baby?
Cause I need you tonight
I wonder if I took you home
Would you still be in love baby?
Cause I need you tonight
(Tell your man you'll see him next week, cause we gone)
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
I say Maserati stance, get it we disappearing
I tell her cut off the phones, there's nothing to interfere
She follow my every order do anything that I dare
I'm giving her everything so all my neighbors can hear it
Scream to her making her fiend more
We be making a movie they thinking it's Scream 4
Got that from [?] Jeezy and then I put Dean on
I'm 7 looking like Heaven, I love when them jeans on
We rolling get your chick stolen
Stand up paper I can't even fold it
Old bread baby, my money be moldy
Every time I'm going down it's nothing but roses, yeah
I was just on the money, never was on hoes
I told shorty play her part like some corn rows
And maybe you could get a Neiman Marcus wardrobe
I'm talking tearing down the mall when the stores close
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Wale]
Dub A.L.E. you know I'm in the house
I'm going on whatever shorty point them bitches out
They love me up top, I'm important in the South
I could talk them into drinking and then talk them out of a blouse
Look, wild youngin, brown drinking and loud loving
Living in a moment shawty it's now or never
I'm in a 911, this shit is rented though
But how I'm whippin' this muthafucka you never know
Shout out my brother Meek, O Melly what it do?
We trying to find how many bitches could fit in the coupe
She addicted to bags, I'm addicted to shoes
You could buy em for me, he can buy em for you
Word. Wale Folarin
Young'un Supreme SB's, I'm a star in this muthafucka
Raw in this muthafucka, Vuitton a nigga's duffle
John Doe flow: got a car in this muthafucka
Woop! Park the Caddy in the living room
He ain't talking about no paper we don't listen to him
I try to love 'em in the physical not literal
After I'm a hit it gotta give a little nigga room!
A little space! I gotta breathe
We blew enough trees, you gotta leaf!
No Days Off, me and Meek
Young gunner, Rock Boys, double MG!
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Big Sean]
Man I like my drinks high, my lights low
And I'm stacking paper like trifolds
'Til my momma neighbors them white folks
'Til my account triple O, oh, triple o, oh
Man the bank teller thought it was a typo
I've got loose girls in tight clothes
Man, that dance floor look perfect
Only thing it's missing is Michael
Twerk that shit, berserk that shit
Finally Famous ho, I deserve that shit
Put syrup on top, I dessert that shit
Then afterwards I'm gone, I desert that shit
B.I.G. lil bitch!
[Hook]
The Ride lyrics - Meek Mill
See when I do joints like this?
I do it for the young'un in the ghetto
That you aint gon never hear his story cause he ain't gonna make it to tell it
So you know what's crazy
I went to court the other day, the D.A. say she hate me
How you gonna hate me when me and Lou just took 20 racks and put coats on them kids backs?
It's 30 degrees outside
24, how could I ask for more?
I got my deals, gettin' real, I'm makin' cash fo' sure
Stuntin' every chance I get because I had it poor
But every time I go to sleep I hear the devil at my door
And I'm on them paper so them courts are goin' back and forth
Dealin with probation, man they all said I'd be back for sure
Minds is turned to zombies from that raw because it's crack the law
You wonder why them babies runnin' crazy 'stead of clappin' off
Gettin' life before they get pussy
Cause ain't nobody love 'em so they lives get took in
Locked in cages, having fighting over cookies
And much strange, is happy them days ain't never killed 'em
Yea I remember, it was a hot December
Niggas die on top of winter cause them kids need them toys
Well Santa Claus don't see them boys
Them see the girls around here, there's Jack boys down stairs
No man with the big bag just man with the big gat
Try and take your shit back cause he feel the world owe him
And his daughter want a Barbie bike for Christmas, he gon show up
That the love is there, no mother there
Just her and little brother there
We wash our pain with Belvedere and use the drugs they brought us here
We get high to get by
Hotdogs no ribeyes with tears drip from red eyes
Is what ends don't meet the damn lies
The D.A. said she hate me but I don't understand
When I just rocked the show in front of 50.000 fans
I think that bitch racist, she probly in a clash
She take her pain out on me but she probly need a man
I took my mom from public housin', put it in the Styx
We came a long way from welfare and gettin wic
That shit just made me hungry
And now we gettin' rich and all these niggas gettin' sick
I know they wanna get me hit cause I'm Ballin
Yea, cause I'm Ballin
It's like sometimes I always gotta let these type of joints go man, just speakin' to the streets
And bitch said she hate me
I felt some time away about that
Last night we just came out giving 2-300 pair of shoes to the schools
To the girls' and the boys' basketball teams
How you hate me?
You hate me cause I'm doin' I'm supposed to do and I got that money and I'm makin more money than you?
Well, bitch you can hate me for that
Let's get it
I do it for the young'un in the ghetto
That you aint gon never hear his story cause he ain't gonna make it to tell it
So you know what's crazy
I went to court the other day, the D.A. say she hate me
How you gonna hate me when me and Lou just took 20 racks and put coats on them kids backs?
It's 30 degrees outside
24, how could I ask for more?
I got my deals, gettin' real, I'm makin' cash fo' sure
Stuntin' every chance I get because I had it poor
But every time I go to sleep I hear the devil at my door
And I'm on them paper so them courts are goin' back and forth
Dealin with probation, man they all said I'd be back for sure
Minds is turned to zombies from that raw because it's crack the law
You wonder why them babies runnin' crazy 'stead of clappin' off
Gettin' life before they get pussy
Cause ain't nobody love 'em so they lives get took in
Locked in cages, having fighting over cookies
And much strange, is happy them days ain't never killed 'em
Yea I remember, it was a hot December
Niggas die on top of winter cause them kids need them toys
Well Santa Claus don't see them boys
Them see the girls around here, there's Jack boys down stairs
No man with the big bag just man with the big gat
Try and take your shit back cause he feel the world owe him
And his daughter want a Barbie bike for Christmas, he gon show up
That the love is there, no mother there
Just her and little brother there
We wash our pain with Belvedere and use the drugs they brought us here
We get high to get by
Hotdogs no ribeyes with tears drip from red eyes
Is what ends don't meet the damn lies
The D.A. said she hate me but I don't understand
When I just rocked the show in front of 50.000 fans
I think that bitch racist, she probly in a clash
She take her pain out on me but she probly need a man
I took my mom from public housin', put it in the Styx
We came a long way from welfare and gettin wic
That shit just made me hungry
And now we gettin' rich and all these niggas gettin' sick
I know they wanna get me hit cause I'm Ballin
Yea, cause I'm Ballin
It's like sometimes I always gotta let these type of joints go man, just speakin' to the streets
And bitch said she hate me
I felt some time away about that
Last night we just came out giving 2-300 pair of shoes to the schools
To the girls' and the boys' basketball teams
How you hate me?
You hate me cause I'm doin' I'm supposed to do and I got that money and I'm makin more money than you?
Well, bitch you can hate me for that
Let's get it
Face Down lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Trey Songz, Wale, Sam Sneaker)
Okay...
Yeah..
I got a rubber in my pocket and I'm talking like this.
[CHORUS]
Face down, ass up. That's the way, we like to fuck.
There's some hoes in this house I'm tryna fuck,
There's some hoes in this house I'm tryna fuck.
Face down, ass up. That's the way, we like to fuck.
There's some hoes in this house I'm tryna fuck,
There's some hoes in this house I'm tryna fuck.
[Meek Mill]
I got all these hoes tryna fuck.
I got pussy on my mind, and got patron all in my cup.
And I got shawty on my line, tryna do the you know what.
And I ain't gotta say no words you know I swerve if you know her.
Cause I don't play. I'm like no way.
I'm killin them hoes, it's 2 on 1.
I take one home, I touch that down.
You take that home, and you gon punt.
Cause yall gon kick it, and I'm bout my business.
When it come to counting them hoes, I got no bitches.
Look, I got my city. Cause I run that shit.
But I want your face down, and your ass up.
And your ass up, and your face down.
She comin up, tryna catch breath.
And I grab her weave, like stay down.
Just breath yall...
Breath hoe...
KOD I'm balling homie, sneaker breath hoe.
Now look, I gotta rubber up in my pocket.
Never slippin, I got it!
Bad bitch she look tropic.
If she fuck me right, then she shopping.
Matter fact I'm lying.
I'm high as fuck like I'm flying.
Got perks off in my system
I tell ‘em hoes when I get up, now put ya....
[CHORUS]
Face down, ass up. That's the way, we like to fuck.
There's some hoes in this house I'm tryna fuck,
There's some hoes in this house I'm tryna fuck.
Face down, ass up. That's the way, we like to fuck.
There's some hoes in this house I'm tryna fuck,
There's some hoes in this house I'm tryna fuck.
[Trey Songz]
Her pussy good.....my dick is gold.
I'm in your hood, I probably fuck your hoe.
These bitches nasty, I need my nuts licked.
These bitches know I got that deep up in your gut, dick.
Face down, with your back arched.
Fingers spread that ass apart.
And I'm deep in, and she leaking.
Buss a couples nuts, then sleep in it.
Don't chu try to runnnnn, where that pussy going?
I eat cray on the weekday. Weekend, her 3 friends.
Got a nigga going out the deep end.
Cause I'm deep in, when I dove in.
And I'm so in, when I go in.
Pussy feeling sumtin like the ocean.
She didn't even let a nigga know when..
You just gonna leave a nigga soaking.
And I'm wit that and I get that.
Finna send another nigga his bitch back..
Hold Up!
I'm nasty and I know that.
Your ass big so throw that.
Yeah bitch throw that, HOLD UP! HOLD UP!
My dick so swell up. Deep throat, throw up.
Bad bitches you know I want your.....
[CHORUS]
Face down, ass up. That's the way, we like to fuck.
There's some hoes in this house I'm tryna fuck,
There's some hoes in this house I'm tryna fuck.
Face down, ass up. That's the way, we like to fuck.
There's some hoes in this house I'm tryna fuck,
There's some hoes in this house I'm tryna fuck.
[Wale]
Couple bad independent women in my section.
You be trickin dollars, I don't even pay attention.
And I do be popping bottles,
And I don't think its a problem.
So just HOLD UP...let me open up with this ganja
Put your face down, ass up.
Oh you think you all that.
I say that we see wassup and play lets see who call who back.
And now you mad, saying that I treat you bad.
Cause when I treat you high,
I treat you and leave you, you'll be needing baths
Now we in Magic and Onix tryna see what's happening.
Trust me, I throw this bag. She buss it like that Peter Pan.
See the plan, come alone or go back home.
And if they act like they don't know, play this muthafucking song!
[CHORUS]
Face down, ass up. That's the way, we like to fuck.
There's some hoes in this house I'm tryna fuck,
There's some hoes in this house I'm tryna fuck.
Face down, ass up. That's the way, we like to fuck.
There's some hoes in this house I'm tryna fuck,
There's some hoes in this house I'm tryna fuck.
Yeah..
I got a rubber in my pocket and I'm talking like this.
[CHORUS]
Face down, ass up. That's the way, we like to fuck.
There's some hoes in this house I'm tryna fuck,
There's some hoes in this house I'm tryna fuck.
Face down, ass up. That's the way, we like to fuck.
There's some hoes in this house I'm tryna fuck,
There's some hoes in this house I'm tryna fuck.
[Meek Mill]
I got all these hoes tryna fuck.
I got pussy on my mind, and got patron all in my cup.
And I got shawty on my line, tryna do the you know what.
And I ain't gotta say no words you know I swerve if you know her.
Cause I don't play. I'm like no way.
I'm killin them hoes, it's 2 on 1.
I take one home, I touch that down.
You take that home, and you gon punt.
Cause yall gon kick it, and I'm bout my business.
When it come to counting them hoes, I got no bitches.
Look, I got my city. Cause I run that shit.
But I want your face down, and your ass up.
And your ass up, and your face down.
She comin up, tryna catch breath.
And I grab her weave, like stay down.
Just breath yall...
Breath hoe...
KOD I'm balling homie, sneaker breath hoe.
Now look, I gotta rubber up in my pocket.
Never slippin, I got it!
Bad bitch she look tropic.
If she fuck me right, then she shopping.
Matter fact I'm lying.
I'm high as fuck like I'm flying.
Got perks off in my system
I tell ‘em hoes when I get up, now put ya....
[CHORUS]
Face down, ass up. That's the way, we like to fuck.
There's some hoes in this house I'm tryna fuck,
There's some hoes in this house I'm tryna fuck.
Face down, ass up. That's the way, we like to fuck.
There's some hoes in this house I'm tryna fuck,
There's some hoes in this house I'm tryna fuck.
[Trey Songz]
Her pussy good.....my dick is gold.
I'm in your hood, I probably fuck your hoe.
These bitches nasty, I need my nuts licked.
These bitches know I got that deep up in your gut, dick.
Face down, with your back arched.
Fingers spread that ass apart.
And I'm deep in, and she leaking.
Buss a couples nuts, then sleep in it.
Don't chu try to runnnnn, where that pussy going?
I eat cray on the weekday. Weekend, her 3 friends.
Got a nigga going out the deep end.
Cause I'm deep in, when I dove in.
And I'm so in, when I go in.
Pussy feeling sumtin like the ocean.
She didn't even let a nigga know when..
You just gonna leave a nigga soaking.
And I'm wit that and I get that.
Finna send another nigga his bitch back..
Hold Up!
I'm nasty and I know that.
Your ass big so throw that.
Yeah bitch throw that, HOLD UP! HOLD UP!
My dick so swell up. Deep throat, throw up.
Bad bitches you know I want your.....
[CHORUS]
Face down, ass up. That's the way, we like to fuck.
There's some hoes in this house I'm tryna fuck,
There's some hoes in this house I'm tryna fuck.
Face down, ass up. That's the way, we like to fuck.
There's some hoes in this house I'm tryna fuck,
There's some hoes in this house I'm tryna fuck.
[Wale]
Couple bad independent women in my section.
You be trickin dollars, I don't even pay attention.
And I do be popping bottles,
And I don't think its a problem.
So just HOLD UP...let me open up with this ganja
Put your face down, ass up.
Oh you think you all that.
I say that we see wassup and play lets see who call who back.
And now you mad, saying that I treat you bad.
Cause when I treat you high,
I treat you and leave you, you'll be needing baths
Now we in Magic and Onix tryna see what's happening.
Trust me, I throw this bag. She buss it like that Peter Pan.
See the plan, come alone or go back home.
And if they act like they don't know, play this muthafucking song!
[CHORUS]
Face down, ass up. That's the way, we like to fuck.
There's some hoes in this house I'm tryna fuck,
There's some hoes in this house I'm tryna fuck.
Face down, ass up. That's the way, we like to fuck.
There's some hoes in this house I'm tryna fuck,
There's some hoes in this house I'm tryna fuck.
Str8 Like That lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. 2 Chainz, Louie V)
[Intro:]
We just too turnt up
Turn up to the max
We be gettin to it
Do it straight like that
[Hook: x2]
We do it str8 like that, get money str8 like that
We run it str8 like that, who want it str8 like that?
[Bridge: x2]
We just too turnt up
Turn up to the max
We be gettin to it
Do it straight like that
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
DJ turn me up! Please don't turn me down
These niggas ain't hear me then, these niggas gonna hear me now
I got bad hoes in my section, these niggas wanna burn me down
So I'm gon' make it sparkle, tell the waiter come serve me now
Just Ciroc bottles and top models, all real niggas that pop bottles
I pulled up and I drop-topped, and my bad bitch just popped out
And like Alakazam! This shit way out of my hands!
And I'm with black card shawty, vroom-vroom jumpin out of that Lamb
Well damn, it's YSL in my shirt, fly as hell off Earth
Y'all niggas smoking on dirt, I'm on probation poppin on Perc
We sippin that lean, the fuck y'all mean
My money so long and my bitch so mean
We smokin on strong and I'm with my team
And We turned up, got your bitch tryna fuck
[Hook x2]
[Bridge x2]
[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
All I do is turn up, I'm about to show y'all
Early bird get the worm, I'm up way before y'all
I don't even know y'all, riding with the doors off
Fuck her on the lean, then I fucking doze off!
The dope man is my role model, I had a TV on top of my floor model
That bitch would show, fiends used to smoke dope out the antenna
Closet full of amphibians, aim at it and hit it
Difference between me and your girl: my girl, ass thicker
Life sentence my trunk, real niggas respect it
Dumb charm on my necklace, stupid watch on my left wrist
I ain't have a lot so I brag a lot, when I got a lot, I pop a lot
I bought a drop, bought some pussy, get head in the parking lot
My rhyme style's unorthodox, my weed stank no Tic-Tac
Asking me where I get that, Gucci sat on my flip flap!
Paint job cost 10 stacks, rims cost me another ten
So tell a friend to tell a friend to tell a friend to tell a friend
[Hook x2]
[Bridge x2]
[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
Straight like that nigga, straight like that
No birthday get cake like that
And I ball hard niggas hate like that
Cause I drop that work, come straight right back like whoa
I peeled off in the Bent, came straight right back in a Rolls
Peeled off with ya bitch, came straight right back with y'all
Nigga we share that bitch, 10 big chains I don't wear that shit
Big Glock 9, I air that shit
And a big V12, I steer that shit like skurrrt
And they be like word, I'm with a bad bitch, but I wouldn't wife her
My neck all froze and my wrist like burr
And my shit so cold, I'm a need a light fur
We turned up to the max, turned up on them racks
Got shorty all on that pole and she gon turn up for these stacks
Cause I'm ballin, like Spalding
My wrist flooded, New Orleans
And I'm shittin on 'em, no toilet
And no referee, I called it
[Hook x2]
[Bridge x2]
We just too turnt up
Turn up to the max
We be gettin to it
Do it straight like that
[Hook: x2]
We do it str8 like that, get money str8 like that
We run it str8 like that, who want it str8 like that?
[Bridge: x2]
We just too turnt up
Turn up to the max
We be gettin to it
Do it straight like that
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
DJ turn me up! Please don't turn me down
These niggas ain't hear me then, these niggas gonna hear me now
I got bad hoes in my section, these niggas wanna burn me down
So I'm gon' make it sparkle, tell the waiter come serve me now
Just Ciroc bottles and top models, all real niggas that pop bottles
I pulled up and I drop-topped, and my bad bitch just popped out
And like Alakazam! This shit way out of my hands!
And I'm with black card shawty, vroom-vroom jumpin out of that Lamb
Well damn, it's YSL in my shirt, fly as hell off Earth
Y'all niggas smoking on dirt, I'm on probation poppin on Perc
We sippin that lean, the fuck y'all mean
My money so long and my bitch so mean
We smokin on strong and I'm with my team
And We turned up, got your bitch tryna fuck
[Hook x2]
[Bridge x2]
[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
All I do is turn up, I'm about to show y'all
Early bird get the worm, I'm up way before y'all
I don't even know y'all, riding with the doors off
Fuck her on the lean, then I fucking doze off!
The dope man is my role model, I had a TV on top of my floor model
That bitch would show, fiends used to smoke dope out the antenna
Closet full of amphibians, aim at it and hit it
Difference between me and your girl: my girl, ass thicker
Life sentence my trunk, real niggas respect it
Dumb charm on my necklace, stupid watch on my left wrist
I ain't have a lot so I brag a lot, when I got a lot, I pop a lot
I bought a drop, bought some pussy, get head in the parking lot
My rhyme style's unorthodox, my weed stank no Tic-Tac
Asking me where I get that, Gucci sat on my flip flap!
Paint job cost 10 stacks, rims cost me another ten
So tell a friend to tell a friend to tell a friend to tell a friend
[Hook x2]
[Bridge x2]
[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
Straight like that nigga, straight like that
No birthday get cake like that
And I ball hard niggas hate like that
Cause I drop that work, come straight right back like whoa
I peeled off in the Bent, came straight right back in a Rolls
Peeled off with ya bitch, came straight right back with y'all
Nigga we share that bitch, 10 big chains I don't wear that shit
Big Glock 9, I air that shit
And a big V12, I steer that shit like skurrrt
And they be like word, I'm with a bad bitch, but I wouldn't wife her
My neck all froze and my wrist like burr
And my shit so cold, I'm a need a light fur
We turned up to the max, turned up on them racks
Got shorty all on that pole and she gon turn up for these stacks
Cause I'm ballin, like Spalding
My wrist flooded, New Orleans
And I'm shittin on 'em, no toilet
And no referee, I called it
[Hook x2]
[Bridge x2]
House Party Remix lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Fabolous, Wale, Mac Miller)
[Intro: Fabolous]
Ay Meek Milly, is my niggas there? (Yea)
Is there some bitches there? (Yea)
Is that Ciroc there? (Yea)
Well let's go
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
I tell her meet me in the bathroom, hold up, better yet my bedroom
I call that my V.I.P., fuck a bad bitch get some head-room
If I score and her girlfriend, I'm calling that And-1
If I murder that from the back, I'm calling it redrum
All these bad hoes in my sight
I see bad hoes on my left, I see bad hoes on my right
And they like Shots!, Shots!, Shots!, Shots! Loso bringing by Ciroc
Mac gonna bring some OG and we gonna party, La-Di-Da
Wale said he on his way with Black Cobain and BOA
MMG we in this bitch, we balling hard, no we don't play
We stacking chips like Frito Lay, flexing on these mother fuckers
I walk in the building and I'm fresher than a motherfucker
Shawty Bad, Yeah she a star
I tell her bring it back like a DVR
Ain't nobody leaving, cause we too far
I tell her my dick can't breathe and she gon' give me CPR
[Bridge:]
Ciroc all on my table, bitches in the living room
They gon ask you at the door, "what you tryna get into"
Only me and my niggas, tell her bring a friend or two
Bottles poppin models watching all in my living room
Welcome to my house party party
[Verse 2: Fabolous]
I say one big room full of real niggas
Bunch of bad bitches, and some chill niggas
Crib out in Bel-Air, No uncle Phil niggas
So I take em' in the basement and yea I feel Tigga
I don't hear niggas corny raps, yeah I feel Jigga
You little niggas do whatever make you feel bigger
Every time I'm around ya'll, something's a little fishy
I smell, I smell, I smell pussy!
What's your name, where you from? Almost done with interview
I'm into having intercourse, is that something that interests you?
Yes, no, maybe so, baby bro fix me up
Real house party shit now hold up your Dixie cup
With your other hand, do me a fucking favor
Put your middle finger up and say "Fuck the neighbors! "
And Fuck the haters they never invited
They can't get on my level, my level is private
Who fly more than me?, my level is pilot
My pockets stay fat, I'm never on diet
Don't be stuntin out of town when you get on
I do you like Kid and whoop your ass when you get home
[Hook:]
Welcome to my house party party
Welcome to my house party party
Welcome to my house party party
Welcome to my house party party
[Verse 3: Wale]
Hol' up, this gon' be one vicious flow, show me what it's hittin' for
Promise if I kill her pussy, I'll send you home in a Ghost
And we on, joe, Burberry my winter coat
Germantown my older bitch, she call me her youngin charm
Kick game in [?], I'm fucking with plenty but
Got a new [?], she got her a [?]
MMG and we out, couple blunts deep as fuck
Haters love to talk you down when bitches always pick you up
Maybach! Bitch, we the winning team
How can I illustrate, you drawing if you ain't with me
Balling like I'm in that league, flossing out, you bitch gon' leave
Party at the L-I-V, y'all gon' be like this shit O.D.!
Mansion party, yea they on the couches
Most of 'em got no conscience, I promise I keep a condom
E'ry Friday new polish, shawty fly but she modest
Double M G money speakin', bet you tired of talkin'
[Verse 4: Mac Miller]
You only getting one shot, I hope your picture takes
Bitch I'm spitting on this remix like I'm Kid and play
You know I'm getting laid like I'm Vincent Chase
I'm thinking 'Ye should hit me just say that shit is cray
Off the backboard playa, I enjoy to bank
Plus my people smoking on that pack, noise complaint
I murder beats and get away, it's First 48
But this the house of love homie, word to Courtney's place
20 racks a night, that's on merchandise
I'm rollin' up this killer, sippin' purple Sprite
Party hard then head to Europe on a early flight
Walking 'cross the London Bridge, that's that Fergie life
White boy, gone wild, every time I do a show it's like the Pope in town
And I call my girl Titanic, cause she go down
Hope she don't drown, bitch
[Hook]
[Bridge]
Ay Meek Milly, is my niggas there? (Yea)
Is there some bitches there? (Yea)
Is that Ciroc there? (Yea)
Well let's go
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
I tell her meet me in the bathroom, hold up, better yet my bedroom
I call that my V.I.P., fuck a bad bitch get some head-room
If I score and her girlfriend, I'm calling that And-1
If I murder that from the back, I'm calling it redrum
All these bad hoes in my sight
I see bad hoes on my left, I see bad hoes on my right
And they like Shots!, Shots!, Shots!, Shots! Loso bringing by Ciroc
Mac gonna bring some OG and we gonna party, La-Di-Da
Wale said he on his way with Black Cobain and BOA
MMG we in this bitch, we balling hard, no we don't play
We stacking chips like Frito Lay, flexing on these mother fuckers
I walk in the building and I'm fresher than a motherfucker
Shawty Bad, Yeah she a star
I tell her bring it back like a DVR
Ain't nobody leaving, cause we too far
I tell her my dick can't breathe and she gon' give me CPR
[Bridge:]
Ciroc all on my table, bitches in the living room
They gon ask you at the door, "what you tryna get into"
Only me and my niggas, tell her bring a friend or two
Bottles poppin models watching all in my living room
Welcome to my house party party
[Verse 2: Fabolous]
I say one big room full of real niggas
Bunch of bad bitches, and some chill niggas
Crib out in Bel-Air, No uncle Phil niggas
So I take em' in the basement and yea I feel Tigga
I don't hear niggas corny raps, yeah I feel Jigga
You little niggas do whatever make you feel bigger
Every time I'm around ya'll, something's a little fishy
I smell, I smell, I smell pussy!
What's your name, where you from? Almost done with interview
I'm into having intercourse, is that something that interests you?
Yes, no, maybe so, baby bro fix me up
Real house party shit now hold up your Dixie cup
With your other hand, do me a fucking favor
Put your middle finger up and say "Fuck the neighbors! "
And Fuck the haters they never invited
They can't get on my level, my level is private
Who fly more than me?, my level is pilot
My pockets stay fat, I'm never on diet
Don't be stuntin out of town when you get on
I do you like Kid and whoop your ass when you get home
[Hook:]
Welcome to my house party party
Welcome to my house party party
Welcome to my house party party
Welcome to my house party party
[Verse 3: Wale]
Hol' up, this gon' be one vicious flow, show me what it's hittin' for
Promise if I kill her pussy, I'll send you home in a Ghost
And we on, joe, Burberry my winter coat
Germantown my older bitch, she call me her youngin charm
Kick game in [?], I'm fucking with plenty but
Got a new [?], she got her a [?]
MMG and we out, couple blunts deep as fuck
Haters love to talk you down when bitches always pick you up
Maybach! Bitch, we the winning team
How can I illustrate, you drawing if you ain't with me
Balling like I'm in that league, flossing out, you bitch gon' leave
Party at the L-I-V, y'all gon' be like this shit O.D.!
Mansion party, yea they on the couches
Most of 'em got no conscience, I promise I keep a condom
E'ry Friday new polish, shawty fly but she modest
Double M G money speakin', bet you tired of talkin'
[Verse 4: Mac Miller]
You only getting one shot, I hope your picture takes
Bitch I'm spitting on this remix like I'm Kid and play
You know I'm getting laid like I'm Vincent Chase
I'm thinking 'Ye should hit me just say that shit is cray
Off the backboard playa, I enjoy to bank
Plus my people smoking on that pack, noise complaint
I murder beats and get away, it's First 48
But this the house of love homie, word to Courtney's place
20 racks a night, that's on merchandise
I'm rollin' up this killer, sippin' purple Sprite
Party hard then head to Europe on a early flight
Walking 'cross the London Bridge, that's that Fergie life
White boy, gone wild, every time I do a show it's like the Pope in town
And I call my girl Titanic, cause she go down
Hope she don't drown, bitch
[Hook]
[Bridge]
Real lyrics - Meek Mill
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
I said I used to get high, Just to get by
Couldn't Deal with my reality, Was livin' in a lie
Sometimes I asked God is we livin' just to die
Conversations with my dad, And he livin' in the sky
I think am I goin' crazy? Or is this shit forreal
The spirit of a nigga who will or is appealed
Fightin' to see the light and I'm fightin' to keep it real
Like a nigga with no lawyer I'm ready to take a deal
Got me feelin' like Khaled, Cause all I do is win
I don't practice no religion, Cause all I do is sin
I don't even write it down, I'm just spittin' out what's in
I don't celebrate for victory man all I do is grin
Uh, Shit I ain't braggin' I don't boast
But when it come to bread fuck a slice I need a loaf
And a little bit of toast just to keep the haters off me
Man I do this for my city, All the niggas waitin on me
[Hook: Meek Mill]
Look into my eyes, Tell me what you see
Youngin' full of pride, Tendencies of a G
I never gave a fuck what ya' heard about me
Never told, Never sold my soul nigga this is me
[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
I'm a family man, Don't you ever cross that line where my family stand
I send them boys to come and get you in that family van
Cold shooters that love them hammers like Yosemite Sam
I'm from a hood where these niggas scared to dream at
Fuck the money they wanna' kno where the lean at
They make ya' lean back, I'm talkin fade-away
Mike Jordan, Gettin' it ain't important
How can I forfeit, Niggas makin' a fortune
Livin' in fortresses, Gettin' it on some corporate shit
Go hard or go home and this the orphanage
Same niggas that I grew up I be often with
Small circle 'cause niggas a murk you
Most of the time it's niggas that know, But my niggas is purple
Hearted, I seen the snakes before they even started
Caught em, And the was dearly departed
[Hook]
I said I used to get high, Just to get by
Couldn't Deal with my reality, Was livin' in a lie
Sometimes I asked God is we livin' just to die
Conversations with my dad, And he livin' in the sky
I think am I goin' crazy? Or is this shit forreal
The spirit of a nigga who will or is appealed
Fightin' to see the light and I'm fightin' to keep it real
Like a nigga with no lawyer I'm ready to take a deal
Got me feelin' like Khaled, Cause all I do is win
I don't practice no religion, Cause all I do is sin
I don't even write it down, I'm just spittin' out what's in
I don't celebrate for victory man all I do is grin
Uh, Shit I ain't braggin' I don't boast
But when it come to bread fuck a slice I need a loaf
And a little bit of toast just to keep the haters off me
Man I do this for my city, All the niggas waitin on me
[Hook: Meek Mill]
Look into my eyes, Tell me what you see
Youngin' full of pride, Tendencies of a G
I never gave a fuck what ya' heard about me
Never told, Never sold my soul nigga this is me
[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
I'm a family man, Don't you ever cross that line where my family stand
I send them boys to come and get you in that family van
Cold shooters that love them hammers like Yosemite Sam
I'm from a hood where these niggas scared to dream at
Fuck the money they wanna' kno where the lean at
They make ya' lean back, I'm talkin fade-away
Mike Jordan, Gettin' it ain't important
How can I forfeit, Niggas makin' a fortune
Livin' in fortresses, Gettin' it on some corporate shit
Go hard or go home and this the orphanage
Same niggas that I grew up I be often with
Small circle 'cause niggas a murk you
Most of the time it's niggas that know, But my niggas is purple
Hearted, I seen the snakes before they even started
Caught em, And the was dearly departed
[Hook]
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