The Trillest lyrics - Meek Mill

Was the money good?
Was em bitches bad? Was they fuckin' good?
Did your hood show you love? Did the hoes say you fly?
If your friends say you're loyal, throw your rollies in the sky
For the trillest, for the trillest
As the champagne pours and the campaign roars
And the lights shine bright every night they applaud for the trillest

See my momma cry too many tears
And we been broke like too many years
It ain't too many kids, a couple homies, there ain't too many there
And they all gotta eat, they got too many kids
To many kids with no fathers, doing too many bids
Too many bids, judge gave 'em kids too many years
As soon as you get that money, that's as soon they appear
Sue me, you owe something, they assuming you’ll share
And yeah, I've been losin' touch with my family, it ain't the same
I should've gave my sister some money, but I made it rain
I should've hit the crib with my son and played a game
But instead I ended up at the jeweller to make a chain
It's a sad saying when you make money it make you change
Like four quarters, the fourth quarter, I make a lane
Shit, I had to walk forward they talkin' 'bout takin' trains
And takin' planes, I put the work in and made the name
But the question is

Was the money good?
Was them bitches bad? Was they fuckin' good?
Did your hood show you love? Did the hoes say you fly?
If your friends say you're loyal, throw your rollies in the sky
For the trillest, for the trillest
As the champagne pours and the campaign roars
And the lights shine bright every night they applaud for the trillest

I never wanted to be like Mike, I wanted to be like Mitch
Now all the lil niggas wanna be like this
I wear my chain in any city, let you see my shit
Cause I earned that, it's on me, I'mma keep my shit
I got blood on my money, ether in my soul
Do you know the feeling durin' Easter with no clothes?
Now it's stars in the ceiling, bringing ether out the rose
With the curtains on the windows, I'm just peekin' at my ghost
Money made me iller, already was realer
Young kings killin' young kings over skrilla
That's why I ride around mac on me like I was Miller
Or Reggie when I shoot for that three
They drop fetty, that's good money
Come to my city, we talk heavy and die young
When we get some paper, we cop Prezis and ride rim
20 inch rims for the dope boy
Sellin' that coke boy, trappin' on your note boy
Got that buy it all money, fuck I need a note for!?
In them school hallways, "fuck I need a note for!?"
We ain't wanna go to class, we was sellin' coke raw
The principal was coppin' too, hit him with a snowball

Was the money good?
Was them bitches bad? Was they fuckin' good?
Did your hood show you love? Did the hoes say you fly?
If your friends say you're loyal, throw your rollies in the sky
For the trillest, for the trillest
As the champagne pours and the campaign roars
And the lights shine bright every night they applaud for the trillest

Lookin' for the intro
I was at the dealer lookin' for another Benzo
Matching kicks with my Kenzo, young nigga
Heart of a lion, hungry as hippo
When I was on my last, nobody ain't tell me shit though
Flow slicker than Crisco, niggas talkin', I get low
Do my thing, they jump back, know how that shit go
And they say I'm arrogant
I'm still eatin' steak with the asparagus
When I get that money like I married it
1 milly, 2 milly, 3 milly, buried it
Since they say I'm underground, I run that bitch like Harriet
Rolls Royce pushin' real slow like a chariot
Pull up on them niggas that doubted me, shit embarrassin'
I'mma real nigga with money, never cherish it
You a fake niggas with money, it's no comparison
Told me that I couldn't get signed when I was rappin' it
And told me I couldn't do songs when I was battlin'
They told me that I couldn’t be trapper, I started trapping' it
Never listen to 'em, oh well, shit is immaculate
I'mma just go sit up in this Bach again
Smoke the weed and laugh at them
Make a couple million by accident
Couple niggas dropped on Twitter, they say they back again
Couple months later on Twitter they say us laxative
Shitted on 'em, Nicki voice, did it on 'em Benjamins
Plently of 'em Benjamins, semi on him and he on a
Whole 'nother level from before now
Tell my niggas when I see a hundred mil its going down
When I made my first mil, I was like "it's on now"
Then I made my second mil, money on the floor now
Then I made my third mil, I'm like "I need more now?"
I got in my zone and that money started pourin' down
Every time I hit the booth, microphone torn down
We couldn't get a pair of Pumas, we up in the store now, bitches!

R.I.C.O. lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Drake)

[Drake:]
Views, views, views

[Drake:]
Old ways, new women, gotta keep a balance
The girl of your dreams, to me is probably not a challenge
I've been counted out so many times I couldn't count it
Funny how now my accountant is havin' trouble tryna count it
To the people that think that I owe you shit
Payback's a bitch and you know that shit
Y'all niggas gettin' too old for this
Please don't think nobody notices
I've been up for way too many days
Y'all sleep enough for me anyway
Y'all don't be doin' shit anyway
Y'all are not true to this anyway
OVO, East End, Reps Up, we might just get hit with the R.I.C.O
Everyone home for the summer, so let's not do nothing illegal
I go make 50 million then I give some millions to my people
They gon' go Tony Montana and cop them some Shaq at the free throws
But they're from the way fam, there's not much to say fam
They told me to tell you you mans just some wastemans
And stay in your place fam
My dad is from Memphis, and I am the king
I should probably just move in to Graceland
Madonna's a ting I know and I'm the king of pop
I'm building Never-Never Land
How he hate me when I never met the man
We might just get hit with the R.I.C.O.

[Meek Mill:]
Meek Milly!
'Cause we in the field with them birds like we play for the Eagles
I'm on probation so let me not talk what's illegal
Switch it up
Today I woke up with my dream girl she rich as a Beatle
For my teachers that said I wouldn't make it here
I spend a day what you make a year
I had to drop this to make it clear
That I got it locked like Jamaican hair
All theses choppers poppin', niggas wildin', violence, why we even got to take it here
Why we even got to play these games
Run up on me catch a fade, you hear?
It's the Chasers what you thought
I come through my block like I'm Rico
Poppin' a wheelie no squealie can't talk to the cops that's illegal
I was like more Rich Porter no double-crossing on my peoples
I take an M to the table and split it with my niggas equal
I'm back on that hood shit
Ya that wish you would shit
I'm talking that cross you that fade you fourth quarter like Jordan we back on that bull shit
We came up from nothing we started on list's most wanted, but now it's the Forbes list
We really was doing shit
I can hear echoes from feds on this beat from informants
I think they recording
Shh listen you hear that

[Drake:]
We might just get hit with the R.I.C.O.
We might just get hit with the R.I.C.O.

I Got The Juice lyrics - Meek Mill

Rather eat crumbs with bums 'fore I split my steak with you snake ass niggas
I rather stay down with my day ones 'fore I come around you fake ass niggas
I rather have a broke real bitch 'fore I ever deal with y'all fake ass bitches
And I ain't with the flooding on the 'gram I don't really fuck with you, don't take my picture nigga
Posted on the corner with a 40 on my hip, Godzilla
We was getting to it when they hit my nigga Dean, that's when shit got realer
I was on the Southside really outside got guns got killers
Started from the bottom of the bottom now its bottles popping in the sky villa
Catch a body, be a body
I'm from where you couldn't talk you ain't be about it
I ain't really with the talkin', let's be G about it
When we catch you niggas slipping we gon' see about it
And these niggas get to talking like they know me
Finna turn me to the old me
Should've listened to my momma when she told me
Now these bitches throwing pussy cause they owe me

I got the juice, nigga I got the juice
Nigga I got the juice when I hop out the coupe
When I hop out the coupe
Real niggas I'mma salute
Cause I got the juice, I got the juice
Nigga I got the juice, she popping pussy
Like I'm Uncle Luke
Cause I got the juice

Counting million dollars gon' fuck something
Put an eight up in my Phantom I don't want none
Nigga looking I don't tuck nothing
My nigga Ernie got thirty trying to slump something
I'm in the car ass only and the truck coming
Yeah, patna, come dump somethin'
Bust them up we don't tuck nothing
Take a bird to the table we don't front nothing
I'm a north nigga at the end of the day
Gun butt a nigga with the end of the K
Kick you in your ass and send you away
Don't come around here like your niggas are safe
Cause all my hittas going bllllrrrt stick 'em
Fuck if you with 'em
Its money and murder if you fuck with my niggas
You come to my city I fucked all them bitches
I fucked all them bitches cause

I got the juice, nigga I got the juice
Nigga I got the juice when I hop out the coupe
When I hop out the coupe
Real niggas I'mma salute
Cause I got the juice, I got the juice
Nigga I got the juice, she popping pussy
Like I'm Uncle Luke
Cause I got the juice

All she ever wanted was a trap nigga
Every time you ever saw me I was strapped nigga
Getting blunted in the back nigga
No this ain't a 550, this a Bach, nigga
Nigga prolly spend you car money on your act nigga
Couple band 5 racks nigga
You caught beefing where you at nigga
You caught beefing when we clap niggas

I got the juice, nigga I got the juice
Nigga I got the juice when I hop out the coupe
Load up the chopper screaming R.I.P. Snupe
Bout to pop out the roof cause I got the juice


Ambitionz lyrics - Meek Mill

My ambition as a rider
Yeah, it's my ambition as a rider
Yeah, it's my ambition as a rider
Hey, it's my ambition as a rider

Rolling, joking, smoking, thinking how I got here
Loccin', loading toasters, pussy you was not there
Holding, never folding, we was on the top tier
Shackled to our ankles it was like a nightmare
You ever wash out your drawers on the same water you shit?
Doing your push ups right on the floor where you piss?
Cellies with niggas that went to war with the strip?
You got to rumble from night time down to the morning and shit
I'm tryna tell them
Forever label me felon
Clutchin' that pistol, God made me rebellious
Fuck with them niggas, teach you a lesson
Fingers on triggers, meet Smith and Wesson
I seen pussy niggas turn on me
Throw the money let it burn on 'em
If I feel like he a threat I put a bird on him
And my young hittas will swerve on him

My ambition as a rider
Oh, yeah, my ambition as a rider
Oh, yeah, my ambition as a rider
Oh, yeah, its my ambition as a rider

Money the root of evil, wait 'til them shooters see you
Lurkin in Grand Marquises, scopin' on you, your people
Made a movie with niggas, murder and you the sequel
Bullets gon' riddle you, they gon' use tubes to feed you
Momma gonna pull the plug
Head big as Hey Arnold's is, full of blood
Smell the death in the air when we pullin' up
Bullets go B-B-BRRRR, fill 'em up
Bloody murder hollow tips out the clip
I repent when I murder opposites
Pick and roll, stop and pick
I reload, spin the corner, drop the shit
And we leave no evidence for residents to grieve 'bout
Them sluggies hit you nigga, breathe out
And keep your eyes open 'til you start to wheeze out
We wipe your mothafuckin' team out

My ambition as a rider
Oh, yeah, my ambition as a rider
Oh, yeah, my ambition as a rider
Oh, yeah, its my ambition as a rider

Pullin' Up lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. The Weeknd)

[The Weeknd:]
We wanted the world baby
That’s why we ended how we ended
We chose to live how we live
Well now you found the one, baby
And you ain’t tryna see nobody but him
Nobody but him
Ooh, ooh
But I know you well
Ooh, ooh
Girl I know you well

[The Weeknd:]
Tell your man wait inside when I'm pullin up
Tell your man wait inside when I'm pullin up
When I'm pullin up, when I'm pullin up, when I'm pullin up
When I'm pullin up, when I'm pullin up, when I'm pullin up

[Meek Mill:]
Pull up on ya, put it on ya
Fuck you in the car, if he looking for you
Seen you with your man and said, “What up to ya”
Like you ain’t give me that work
It was California, 5 in the morning
I was plottin' on ya, we was hot as sauna
Tryna pop up on ya and fuck you good on that Purp
We linkin' up gettin' faded
We fell in love and we made it
We only fucked we never dated
Come get your lady
Holly told me she skated
That pussy was good as Crustaceans
I’m in the latest
She ride the D like Mercedes
I might just call her Mercedes
Rockin' Margiela I might just act like a mason
Don’t tell nobody you my baby
She fell in love with the real
Now she don’t fuck with the fakers
Me and her nigga was sharing a home
I’m talking like Clippers and Lakers
And she get the D from her favorite
That pussy got me going crazy
I know that these niggas gon’ hate it
But we only trip when we trip to Jamaica
Just tell ‘em

[The Weeknd:]
Tell your man wait inside when I'm pullin up
Tell your man wait inside when I'm pullin up
When I'm pullin up, when I'm pullin up, when I'm pullin up
When I'm pullin up, when I'm pullin up, when I'm pullin up

[Meek Mill:]
Pullin' up on that new thang
Mulsanne and my boo thang
And she’s a dime like who’s saying
And we kick shit, Liu Kang
Chun-Li, is only one me
I’m like Bun B how I screw things
Front stroke, back stroke
I came, you came
And your main nigga ain’t fuckin’ with me
He ain’t fuckin’ with me
Tell that nigga go wait inside
When I pull up on you, you coming with me
Talk dirty, you say its mines
You say its mine when I’m coming in it
Broke boys don’t deserve pussy
Therefore, you ain’t fucking with her
I’mma be there when that nigga get fly
Soon as he slippin, I’m making you mine
Buy you a rollie to make up for time
And flood it all out to make sure you shine girl
I never waited in line, girl
Let me just take you to my world
Soon as that nigga stop frontin’ on you
You get the D from behind, girl

[The Weeknd:]
Tell your man wait inside when I'm pullin up
Tell your man wait inside when I'm pullin up
When I'm pullin up, when I'm pullin up, when I'm pullin up
When I'm pullin up, when I'm pullin up, when I'm pullin up

[The Weeknd:]
Na na na na nah
When I'm pullin up, when I'm pullin up, when I'm pullin up

Check lyrics - Meek Mill

Counting all this money with my brothers
I've been counting all this money with my brothers
And I'mma get money motherfucker

[Hook:]
Look at these at all these young niggas flexing from the bottom, flexing from the bottom
We just want the money the respect and all the power
The money and the power fucking up a check
Check, check, check, check
Check, check, check, check
Check, check, check, check
These bitches fucking for a check
Check, check, check, check
Check, check, check, check
Check, check, check, check

Look at these at all these young niggas flexing from the bottom
Jumping out them Rari's nigga do we have a problem
They say we ain't bout it wonder why they never tried us
We be flexing on the bitches and be cutting on the robbers
Fucking up them 36's with 30 bitches
No love for them dirty niggas we pouring liquor
The way we ball they know we richer
I feel like Richard
Porter on Paid in Full Get that G like 30 Picture
Look at all these young niggas, looking like we robbed the plug nigga
I only shop if its in blood nigga
And hold that chopper like its a grudge nigga

[Hook]

Count up that money they know we balling for sure
We stack them fifties and hundreds and leave the ones on the floor
I tell her get what you wanted I bet she coming for sure
Them bad bitches be flocking soon as we come in the door
Young Philly nigga fuck a check up on your main ho
Busting down the Rollie diamond dealing like a rainbow
I do what I want to I go places that you can't go
Leaning in my motherfucking Phantom like a Kangol
I fuck all my bitches on the jet, jet, jet, jet
You fuck all your hoes and pay a check, check, check, check
She could bless the kid out of respect, pect, pect, pect
Let her count the money now she wet, wet, wet, wet

[Hook]

Look at all these young niggas, drug dealers
Lookin' like we came up on the plug nigga
Pick that fuck that check up in the club
And then buy your bitch a bag straight out of love nigga
I'm talking young niggas, drug dealers
Swerving in the Phantom sipping mud nigga
This the hit they love nigga

[Hook]

Been That lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Rick Ross)

I been that nigga 'fore the money and the fame
I been that nigga 'fore the diamonds and the chain
I been that nigga 'fore the foreigns and the clothes
I been that nigga on the corner with the most
I been that nigga, I been that nigga
My dog a shooter please don't make me send that nigga
I been that nigga, I been that nigga
If he keep talking I'll make him pin that nigga

I been that nigga on the corner nappy braids and selling hard
Now I pull up on 'em bitches got them texting oh my god
I got bitches out in Paris that be texting "ooh la la"
I hit back like "Who this" she hit back, you forgot
Real niggas gone link up but my H-town pouring drink up
Just me and Junior in the brinks truck
Doing all this shit we ain't think of
Trying to wild out cause we cranked up
I'm blue-dottin that pink stuff
Maraj putting that pussy on me
Ten bands throw her mink up
I got money all in my mind ho
What do you think think I grind for?
Condoms all in my condo
Pocket change what you signed for?
My niggas my niggas
My niggas my hitters, we finna get richer
I'm talking about bigger and bigger
They stealing my swag just look at my pictures

I been that nigga 'fore the money and the fame
I been that nigga 'fore the diamonds and the chain
I been that nigga 'fore the foreigns and the clothes
I been that nigga on the corner with the most
I been that nigga, I been that nigga
My dog a shooter please don't make me send that nigga
I been that nigga, I been that nigga
If he keep talking I'll make him pin that nigga

[Rick Ross:]
Blew a half a kilo on my cuban link to watch it swing
No short, baking soda standing at the sink
Swerving in my wraith I should just pull up at the church
Have these niggas playing on me devils wish it was a hearse
In my all black shades, motherfucking Ray Charles
I used to mop the floors now who the motherfucking boss?
I been that nigga that could get em by the two's
Snow white, no spikes, two stacks for my loubs
You a fool for your wifey and I passed her to my crew
Coke white, sour creme, butter all in my coupe
Put my dogs on celery, you see we all be blowing loud
Chopper still might judge a jury I could take this bitch to trial

I been that nigga 'fore the money and the fame
I been that nigga 'fore the diamonds and the chain
I been that nigga 'fore the foreigns and the clothes
I been that nigga on the corner with the most
I been that nigga, I been that nigga
My dog a shooter please don't make me send that nigga
I been that nigga, I been that nigga
If he keep talking I'll make him pin that nigga

Bad For You lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Nicki Minaj)

[Nicki Minaj:]
You bring out feelings in me I never show
Nobody has made me feel this way before
I'm a good girl, but I wanna be bad for you
I wanna be bad for you
I wanna be bad-ad-ad
I wanna be bad for you
I wanna be bad

[Meek Mill:]
And they say bad girls ain't no good
Good girls ain't no fun
I still can't find a nigga that touch that
I don't know one
And I ain't searching for it
Never trust but I'm working on it
Fell in love with that ride game
Swimming pool, you surfing on it
Like 'Yonce, do the surfboard, surfboard
They still think you a church girl
We linking up on your days off
And I still give you that work girl
Like work, twerk
Do it like that video
Wanted that for a long time
Cool with it, I get it though
First year we both fronted
We had feelings we didn't show
Second year we couldn't hide it
Funny part they didn't know
How could something that's so wrong feel so right?
But who to tell you this wrong, though? This your life
Word up

[Nicki Minaj:]
You bring out feelings in me I never show
Nobody has made me feel this way before
I'm a good girl, but I wanna be bad for you
I wanna be bad for you
I wanna be bad-ad-ad
I wanna be bad for you
I wanna be bad

[Meek Mill:]
We just fucking up the city, going hard every night
Niggas hating on us, you know lord they ain't right
Cause I broke a lot of hearts, ain't do them girls right
But you broke hearts too, but that boy ain't fight
So they don't deserve it, it feel like it's perfect
I'm loving your style the way you preserve it
Just look at my eyes and see what's inside
You know that it's pride, you say that I'm worth it
But said I ain't ready, really I'm ready
Really I'm ready, I'm ready like never before
I'mma just give you a key to my heart
You'll be the first that I let in the door
I used to hear that you flirt with them guys
They never would score
All you was hearing about me and the women
Ain't trust them before
You know what you're doing, fuck what they said
You know what we on
When we in bed, it's like we on stage
And I got the mic so let me perform, sing it

[Nicki Minaj:]
You bring out feelings in me I never show
Nobody has made me feel this way before
I'm a good girl, but I wanna be bad for you
I wanna be bad for you
I wanna be bad-ad-ad
I wanna be bad for you
I wanna be bad

Stand Up lyrics - Meek Mill

[Meek Mill (DJ Khaled):]
When you go out, you want an obituary or a documentary?
Which one you want Khaled?
(I want money)
A documentary, right?
(I want that too!)
We gotta make movies

Bright lights attracted bad bitches
And attracted to mad niggas
Whoever thought lil' ol' Meek Milly'd pass Jigga?
I'm just thinkin' a tad bigger
You niggas talk fly, only fly at your last picture
And you look like the last pitcher
I just hit a home run, on clash with us
And this money, murder, power, comin' for the ass, nigga, ass, niggas
Last nigga, there were cemeteries diggin' grass, nigga
The obituary leaves the last scripture
Mama said he was a good kid, thinkin' would kid
I signed my deal with my AP on
In the drop top with the AC on
Stuntin' with Cash Money, get my Baby on
No, never fuck a chick that got Bakers on
Or no Michael Kors
I'm on the same shit that Mike was on
Jordan, Jackson, Tyson on
I've seen niggas your type twice before
I'm in that white velour, look at the flights I bought
These mothafuckin' hoes got a right to raw
When a young real nigga light the floor
Hundred black bottles, man that's lights galore
Before Tom was Ford, I'm talkin' Honda Accord
Lookin' for a plug, tryna find the cord
Niggas gettin' shot tryna find the Lord
This bust down Rollie say the time is yours
I get my grindin' on
Like rude girl in the reggae, it was mayday
Started with a water gun until I got an AK
Kids in the projects when we was by the bay, bay
Kids with the Pyrex, I hit it first, Ray J

When the lights low, and the show starts
And the champagne spill on your bow tie
And your dawg change up, playin' both sides
No it won't stop, when the dope stop
When the fed rush in the dope spot
And your main man tell 'em how the coke drop
How he rain danced with me by the boat dock
I know when he did that, I bet that your ghost drop
I hope that you stand up
Young nigga just man up
I'm just hopin' you stand up
Young nigga just man up
I just hope that you man up and don't give the fam up
I just hope that you man up and don't give the fam up
Real nigga for life

As the rain drop, drop on the pavement
I came through my hood Mulsanne'n
On the block all night like I ain't famous
I still run with the same niggas I came with
Where I came from, when I came in
We eatin' lobster and steak from Top Ramen
Oodles n'Oodles, when you're hungry them killers'll do you
And when you're gettin' to that money them people pursue you
The Feds lurkin', the streets watchin'
Them hoes talkin', like "he got it"
And he nervous, cause we plottin'
We call that boy for a burner and we rob him
Like Batman, pussy niggas gettin' backhand
Talkin' to the people you a at man
Half rack, we got more ghosts than Pac-Man
And for that paper we be grindin' like a lapdance
Get the money young nigga
Get the money, never fold, cause they comin' young nigga
When the feds get to rushin', better not tell on young nigga
Don't be selfish young nigga, just man up, don't give the fam up
Facin' 20 years when they added them grams up
Plus 5 more, he got booked with a handgun
And now he in the courtroom, givin' his mans up
Rat ass nigga

When the lights low, and the show starts
And the champagne spill on your bow tie
And your dawg change up, playin' both sides
No it won't stop, when the dope stop
When the fed rush in the dope spot
And your main man tell 'em how the coke drop
How he rain danced with me by the boat dock
I know when he did that, I bet that your ghost drop
I hope that you stand up
Young nigga just man up
I'm just hopin' you stand up
Young nigga just man up
I just hope that you man up and don't give the fam up
I just hope that you man up and don't give the fam up
Real nigga for life

Cold Hearted lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Diddy)

Yeah, yeah
I never had a role model
I was loading gold hollows in my little Glock-40
A little shorty, heart colder than December in the morning
And I think it was December when they swarmed me
Niggas is jealous, fuck can they tell us
With them dreams they try to sell us? Probably why I'm rebellious
To the fraud niggas, I lost niggas when I got paper
It's like more money I made they got faker
And it's crazy when your best friend turn into your top hater
Wanna roll up and smoke you like top paper
Damn, what a feeling when you and your homie chilling and
You know he got thoughts of probably robbing and killing you
Momma said don't ever, ever let them belittle you
And stay away from them haters cause they'll riddle you
Last year was like a bad year
Even though I touched more paper than a cashier
Small circle, I ain't never really 'round squares
They say there's levels to this shit, you niggas downstairs
Different floors for different bosses
Different tours on different jets, my niggas saw
Different city with different bitches and different whores
Sometimes I look in the mirror, Meek Milly, this your car?
Look at your arm, check out your neck, look at your charm
And to think my niggas started off with cooking raw
When it was hard the coach told me to get the ball
I step back for the three, watch it go swish and fall
And that was and-one, they thinking how we get this far?
We was just down by three and they thought we took a loss
They couldn't D me like Earl Boykins, I'm sticking soft
Tried to pick me off like Champ Bailey but I'm Randy Moss
And I ran it all for the touchdown, what now?
Gold AP all bust down, fuck clowns

My heart getting cold
Then the streets getting colder
They said I would't make it no way
I think my heart getting colder, my heart getting cold
Told them I would make it one day
Only Lord knows

Dedicated, de-terminated and disciplined
When Diddy, Hova, and Baby talking I'm listening
When I be in the jungle the Devil be whispering
Slugs flying by me I hear them, they whistling, that was a close call
Stand up nigga so I won't fall
My teacher told me I would never go far
Seen him last week, he was my chauffeur
I was like "told y'all"
Mommy was a booster, daddy was a shooter
So they couldn't blame me when I went and copped a Ruger
Looking at my homies, see the ghost of Freddy Krueger
Cause if he catch you sleeping he's going "I got your medulla oblongata"
I'm a father and my son don't see a lot of
If I don't get he gon' probably end up with a chopper
In a field out in Philly do you feel me?
Told my momma I won't let these haters kill me
Getting high even though it might derail me
And I won't ever let these bitches see the real me, do you feel me?
Times change like the Rollie did
Now I'm killing these niggas the way that Kobe did

[Diddy:]
Ayo
It gets fucked up when your own family start calling you out
Shit, money's the root of all evil
Family start telling you "you acting different nigga"
You're goddamn right I'm acting different
With all this motherfucking money
But then when it comes from your brother, your sister, your mother, your father
That shit hurts you to the core man
When they start acting like something that you ain't never motherfucking seen you done grew up motherfucker
They gave birth to you, know what I'm saying?
You got raised, you done played in the park with them
This money thing, this shit will fuck you up man
You got to watch what you ask for
You sure you want this son?
You sure you want this money?
You sure you want this fame?
You sure you want this power?
Shit have your own mama talking to you like you ain't shit
Yeah everybody want it, everybody need it, money motherfuckers
Get money don't stop but I ain't mad at them
Shit, but shit even bosses got feelings you know?
Dear mama, dear papa, family, we're all we got
Don't let this money bring us down
Shit, everybody eats B, everybody eats, everybody eats lets go

Uh, yeah
And we started off as kids, stomach's touching our ribs
And them streets all night like we ain't have nowhere to live
I remember Sundays we ain't have nothing but Liv
Thirty thousand was the tab and you ain't have nothing to give
I ain't trip, I ain't trip, I pour bottles, I ain't sip
I let niggas shine bright, you still act like I ain't shit?
Let you have them little hoes, they was all on my dick
And your main wanted to fuck me nigga, I ain't hit
Twenty chains, eight watches, can't fit on my wrist
When I speak about them things I never said it's my shit
I said it's ours nigga and when you're ready we're gonna ball nigga
Like Kobe Bryant, Metta Peace and Gasol, nigga
But i know just what I saw nigga
It was envious, you looked sideways and I remembered it
The reason that my heart's cold now on some December shit
You used to give thanks for giving on some November shit
Talking about the twenty-fifth, matter of fact the twenty-sixth
Maybe it's the twenty-eighth, fuck it though my money's straight
As long as Poppi smiling
Imma be on airplane mode flier than a pilot
I've seen it, I've seen it
Jealousy in your eyes, I swear that look was deceiving
And I was surprised man I ain't want to believe it
You said you would ride but shit I know you ain't mean it
But yeah nigga I've seen it

My heart getting cold
Then the streets getting colder
They said I wouldn't make it no way
I think my heart getting colder, my heart getting cold
Told them I would make it one day
Young lord knows

My Niggas lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. August Alsina)

I pray to God man that we ball for a hundred summers
You know me I did it for my niggas man
And I want everything my niggas want
You feel me

I want everything my niggas want
Except for the hoes they fucking
But if they happen to fuck my hoes
Then I fuck their hoes and its nothing
Cause we all living life and we stuntin'
My niggas was there when they wasn't
And these bitches be there when you buzzing
And now that we here all these bitches they fucking
And all of a sudden these niggas be hating
They told me I never would make it
My niggas was down when these niggas was faking
Now we run the town and they mad that we made it
But we wasn't mad when these niggas was on
Fuck y'all thought we was doing
When I was putting in all that time
Grind hard nigga you gon' shine
Like a diamond in the sky
And these words I can't describe
How I miss my niggas that died
I'll war with the reaper to see them two times
My brother's my keeper its never two sides
Its DC or nothing nigga
And all these niggas screaming fuck us
Cause they hoes fucking with us

[August Alsina:]
I gon' ride with my niggas
Even if a nigga ball or fall, I know I'mma be alright with my niggas
If we keep grinding, tell 'em where to buy me or find me
Everything my niggas want
I want everything, I want everything
I want everything my niggas want, everything
I want everything, I want everything
And I want everything my niggas want, everything
I want everything, I want everything
I want everything my niggas want, everything my niggas want
I want everything

I want everything my niggas want
Buy a foreign give my nigga one
Hundred thou give my sister some
Bought momma crib get her a bigger one
This year for my day ones
That stayed down when we ain't get to run
Flying jet and fucking hoes
Everybody can't get to come
Everybody can't be the boss
Keep your head up, you gon' see the stars
Put your head down you gon' see the ground
On the tour they got to see me now
All this food they got to eat it now
What all you haters forgot
What you forgot that I paid all my dues
I was like twenty I purchased a watch
Back when I prayed to God to get a brick, nigga
Prayed to God to be a rich nigga
Prayed to God to get a brand new Rollie
All flooded on my wrist nigga
Timing is everything
I love all my niggas and my family is loyal
I'm buying them everything
Put Papi through college and everything

[August Alsina:]
I gon' ride with my niggas
Even if a nigga ball or fall, I know I'mma be alright with my niggas
If we keep grinding, tell 'em where to buy me or find me
Everything my niggas want
I want everything, I want everything
I want everything my niggas want, everything
I want everything, I want everything
And I want everything my nigga want, everything
I want everything, I want everything
I want everything my nigga want, everything my niggas want
I want everything

All of my niggas its all of my niggas
I swear we won't fall out for money or hoes
All of my niggas its all of my niggas
We busting them down if they come by the load
Down by the code
Get it, you flip it, you bag it, you add it, divide and subtract it
You niggas spending your cop money profit
The fuck is you doing? Hustling backwards

How you gon' get money like that
I just talked to my nigga on the phone
He said, "Meek Milly, you did for the team again"
We gon' ball for a hundred fuckin' summers
One time for the Chasers

Main lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Jeremih)

[Jeremih:]
I got my main bitch, that's probably all I need
Do it on your knees ho
Got my side bitch she sent from overseas
You ain't got these ho
It ain't nothing couple hundred on her jeans
You ain't never seen ho
I'm a rich boy stuntin' on them D's
You ain't riding these ho

[Meek Mill & Jeremih:]
I got a main bitch, I got a side bitch
And my side bitch so bad, ain't gotta hide shit
I got a main bitch I got a side bitch
And my main bitch the one who I'mma ride with

[Meek Mill:]
Ok we fuck up the city we hit the town and we dip
You niggas know how we rocking we thirty rounding the clip
I got a crown on my noggin and got a crown on my wrist
You ever catch me in Philly I'm rolling around in a six
I'm rolling around with your ho I know you probably be sick
But if you lay off them bitches nigga you probably get rich
But if you know me you know I'm fly as the pilot could get
The plane big as a crib I got my squad in this bitch
I got my main in this ho, I got my side on this bitch
I'm thirty thou in the air trying to decide what to hit
And I'm the man of the year she switching side for the clique
She want to be on the scene she trying to be on the team
Oh lord!

[Jeremih:]
I got my main bitch, that's probably all I need
Do it on your knees ho
Got my side bitch she sent from overseas
You ain't got these ho
It ain't nothing couple hundred on her jeans
You ain't never seen ho
I'm a rich boy stuntin' on them D's
You ain't riding these ho

[Meek Mill & Jeremih:]
I got a main bitch, I got a side bitch
And my side bitch so bad, ain't gotta hide shit
I got a main bitch I got a side bitch
And my main bitch the one who I'mma ride with

[Meek Mill:]
Standing on this Wraith do the Shmoney dance
Rollie on the left, thirty in the other hand
I send my niggas where your mother land
Trying to creep up in you window just like Bruh Man
Where the money, hundred bands
Fuck nigga you will never understand
I got bitches overseas popping pussy
Sucking dick and turning up way in Belize, nigga please
Got a main bitch I got a side bitch
I got a ho I pay monthly just to ride dick
You see my chain glist, that cost me five bricks
Cause I be makin' diamonds flashing make her eyes twitch

[Jeremih:]
I got my main bitch, that's probably all I need
Do it on your knees ho
Got my side bitch she sent from overseas
You ain't got these ho
It ain't nothing couple hundred on her jeans
You ain't never seen ho
I'm a rich boy stuntin' on them D's
You ain't riding these ho

[Meek Mill & Jeremih:]
I got a main bitch, I got a side bitch
And my side bitch so bad, ain't gotta hide shit
I got a main bitch I got a side bitch
And my main bitch the one who I'mma ride with

mixtape: "Dreamchasers 3" (2013)

I'm Leanin' (Intro) lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Travis Scott, Birdman & Diddy)

[Intro: DJ Drama]
Studies say humans forget 90% of their dream, upon the first 10 minutes of waking
{"Cardo on the beat!"} They say most people don't even remember, 99% of the dreams they ever even had
{"Cardo on the beat!"} Haheh, as Dreamchasers, we're the exception

[Meek Mill:]
Hundred grand large on the watch, blessed; quarter mil for the Mulsanne, flex
All my niggas gon' cash, checks, and all y'all niggas look mad, stressed
And we ain't even made niggas mad, yet, cause next time I grab, I'ma grab, jet
I might go Bugatti with a bad bitch beside me, nigga hotter than wasabi, get that ass, wet
Young niggas goin' hard in the streets, we ain't ever known to call the police
Got birds for the twenty-five K (WOO!) sounds like a bargain to me
Young niggas gettin' money in the Bent, leather lookin' like Spalding to me
And I don't know what no line look like; hundred bad bitches gettin' all in with me
Get 'em all in for free; started, started with a quarter ounce of hard rock
And now I got a lot of cars, if a nigga talk the foreigns, got a car lot
And everybody talkin' money but they ain't showing numbers like the call block
And all I do is count money, fuck pretty ass hoes, and car shop

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
Yeah nigga I'm leanin', leanin'; young rich nigga, I'm leanin'
Puffin' on strong, gettin' gold, bad bitches lookin' like Nia Long, I mean it
Nigga I'm leanin', leanin'; young rich nigga, I'm leanin'
Sippin' on promethazine that nigga; my team got money all season
Nigga I'm leanin'...

[Travis Scott:]
Mmm, leanin' - damn near spilled my semen (straight up)
Had a twenty-twenty on my preacher wife, damn near see my demons (La Flame!)
Loose furs, hyenas, for the love of money and Selena
Vatos losin' their nerves, there's bird niggas on the curbs and let 'em pull up and do the Macarena (AHHHHH!!)
H-Town niggas spilled Peach Crush on my jeans (nope)
Never go far with no bitch with no condoms unless they can cover the lease on my Beamer (straight up)
Ahh, you know, Louboutins don't touch my hoes (La Flame)
Let's go down in Ibiza town, we get cold, you don't need no coat
Mu'fucker, I'm leanin' (dope); don't talk to me, couple street niggas think twice before crossin' me (oh no)
Meek, these niggas shit can't last that long, why these motherfuckers keep botherin' me? (straight up)
I'm leanin', for a minute you had me then the second I caught it when it passed me
Oh no (straight up) somebody pass me a blunt and a double world cup
Mu'fucker, mu'fucker I'm...

[Chorus]

[Outro 1: Birdman (Meek Mill)]
Yeah, straight lovers to this life, nigga; parlay or nothin'
See we started trappin' before we was rappin', and then we was, trappin' and rappin'
Shining on these hoes, high life, hah
This what we live now - blowin' out the pound, heh, Italian on the floor nigga
Ya understand me? Steppin' onto a mil' nigga
(They say money rule the world, you can't pay God with it)
Step your game up nigga or lose your bitch nigga
It's just that simple...

[Outro 2: Diddy]
Yeah, we Dreamchasers
We out there gettin' this money so you can't fuck with everybody
Cause everybody ain't at you motherfuckin' level so the motherfuckers that don't understand you
They wind up motherfuckin' hatin' you, and so you know what you gotta do
And so you gotta hate those motherfuckers too
Fuck them niggas, fuck they motherfuckin' mommas
They daddies, they aunts, they uncles and they little tee-tees, too
Ayo, suck a dick; Meek Mills, let's get it

Make Me lyrics - Meek Mill

[Intro]
I ain't never give a fuck
You think I'm supposed to give a fuck now cus I'm rich?
Shit on me made me worse
Hatin' ass niggas made me worse

[Bridge]
I ain't never care what a nigga had to say about me
And I ain't never care what a bitch had to say about me
It just make me, it just make me

[Hook]
And I ain't never care what a nigga had to say about me
And I ain't never care what a bitch had to say about me
It just make me, wanna shit on ya'll niggas
It just make me, wanna shit on ya'll bitches straight up

[Verse 1]
And I done seen bitches change on me for a little paper
And I done seen niggas change on me for a little favor
It just make me, wanna stunt on ya'll niggas
It just make me, wanna fuck on ya'll bitches
And I be popping bottles in the club feelin' like Meecho
And you know my niggas gonna bring them choppers everywhere we go
And I don't ever tuck my chain I guess it's just a niggas ego
I'm just a young nigga ballin' wanna take me out the game D Rose
And that make me, wanna load up the choppers go crazy
And doors slide on every niggas that hatin' me
And stunt of every single bitch that ever played me back then
You don't wanna hear the Mac-10
No one hear the stories what you had then
Reason why I bought the Bentley and the Aston
To shit on niggas every time a nigga back in

[Hook]
And I ain't never care what a nigga had to say about me
And I ain't never care what a bitch had to say about me
It just make me, wanna shit on ya'll niggas
It just make me, wanna shit on ya'll bitches straight up

[Verse 2]
And it made me, wanna shit on ya'll niggas
Cus lately, I ain't been feelin' ya'll niggas
Try and play me, I drop a brick on ya'll niggas
And make em go crazy, on every single one of ya'll niggas straight up
And all these hoes wanna fuck with a nigga like me
But when I was locked down ain't none of these hoes write me
That's why I don't chase bitches cause the money only thing excite me
And I don't fuck with new niggas all day one niggas beside me
We got thirties, ridin' round tryna do a nigga dirty
Try and burn me, headshot bye bye for a birdie
And I ain't worried, about none of ya'll niggas tryna hurt me
I got all these killers on stand-by
And they kill any nigga tryna murk me word up

[Hook]
And I ain't never care what a nigga had to say about me
And I ain't never care what a bitch had to say about me
It just make me, wanna shit on ya'll niggas
It just make me, wanna shit on ya'll bitches straight up

[Verse 3]
We don't never hate we ain't rattin' on nobody
When I touch twenty mill I'm a go and get that Gatti'
It just make me, wanna stack this paper
It just make me, wanna wack these haters straight up
And I be in the city going hard like a nigga own that
And you be fucking with the nigga that be fucking with the niggas code rats
I can't control my dogs with them 30's they don't never hold back
Ask about me in my city they tell you that we really on that
I got the baddest bitch
I got the fliest whips
And god bless me I never ever gettin' tired of this
I ain't worried bout nothing
I ain't worried bout nothing
Cus if I was worried bout somethin'
All ya'll niggas gettin' murdered bout' somethin' straight up

[Hook]
And I ain't never care what a nigga had to say about me
And I ain't never care what a bitch had to say about me
It just make me, wanna shit on ya'll niggas
It just make me, wanna shit on ya'll bitches straight up

Dope Dealer lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Rick Ross & Nicki Minaj)

[Intro: Meek Mill]
There's three types of niggas in life
Niggas that make it happen
Niggas that watch it happen
And niggas that don't even know what the fuck is going on
Choose one...

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
I got all these bad bitches twerkin’
Waves on swim, shit surfin’
I don’t wanna yall niggas ‘round me
Broke niggas make me nervous
Shawty said she want that paper
Pop pussy like she workin’
Damn, a nigga finally famous
Rari by the Benz, I’m swervin’ (SKR SKR!, SKR! SKR!)
Fuck rap, I might sell swag
She want me ‘cause she know I got that Chanel tag
She fuck me and she gone get that Chanel swag
Her boyfriend like, “Where you get that Chanel bag?”
55 hundo, pop green, and I ball
Like Rondo
Catch me, North-South, with a dime ho
Turnt up, but I’m like keep calm ho
I go, make a million here, million there
All of my niggas, we really in here
Got a bad bitch, and she straight from the hood
But she look like a foreign, brazilian hair
And I’m grabbin' her remi
I bust like a semi, yo bitch (BA BA!)
I get your girl pregnant
You hatin’ all on me, you sick (HA HA!)
I ride in my hood in a Bently like it’s a Crown Vic (SKR SKR!)
These bitches is choosin’
You niggas is losin’
We rich
Whatchu expect?
(Haah?)

[Hook: Meek Mill]
Wanna fuck with a dope dealer?
Or keep fuckin’ them broke niggas?
And I don’t fuck with you ho niggas (NAH!)
Rollie yellow like Homer Simpson
That’s dope, nigga!

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
I got all these dope dealers serving
Cut the work up, they surgeons
I don't want y'all bitches 'round me
Whack bitches make me curve 'em
Imported rug, that's Persian
One wheel up and we swervin'
Wetter than a lake, that's Ricki!
Pop pussy like she Nicki
She want me cause she see me in that Aventador
Pull up on the curb so crazy, I done bent the door
Bad bitch wanna borrow it, I lent it to her
Make her bust that pussy open in Singapore
30 million though, Forbes list
Out in Philly in a condo, boss shit
Now they call me Young Oprah; Harpo
In the pool rockin' polo, Marco
Millionaires, never do leers
No, they can't see me, they're never my peers
Fruits of my labor, go get me my pears
Cause you're outta your element; I am your fear
So go get off my testicle, pardon my decimal, bitch!
Check up my resumé, I'm upper echelon rich
Them bikes is out and we throwing 'em up like we sick
My clothing line is out in them stores and I'm sipping a Myx
Bitch!

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
DC, Double M
Mastermind
Say my name and bitch I gotta grant your wish (BOSS!)
Sticky fingers, 30 K
You better drop that brick (drop that brick)
Philly brothers, sometimes they call me Ock! (call me Ock!)
I pray to God, everyday I drop my top (Thank you Lord!)
Humble man, with me and the Lord Meek
I'm the shit, coming down Broad Street
"Sal" Magluta, "Willy" Falcon
Flamboyant dough boy, talkin' Al Capone (ROZAY!)
From Monte Carlo to Los Muchachos
My Mexicanos not talking tacos
This jewelry tampered once, a nigga push that button
On the corner Pac-Man Jones, these niggas don’t want nothin'
You wanna fuck wit a dope dealer? Or keep fuckin' them broke niggas?
My sneaker deal like A.I.'s
We drink Belaire like St. Ides

Lil Snupe Skit lyrics - Meek Mill

[Lil Snupe]
Youngin, been about the money
These niggas know bout the youngins, these niggas know that I run it
This nigga call me on the phone
And I ain't even want him to sign me
Just knew that he knew my name so it was on
These niggas knew that I was smoking strong then
And these niggas already know I was gone come through in the Benz
These niggas know I don't really even trust friends
Cause you will commit em homie if we commitin sins
How I got to Philly, rode on the bus, Greyhound
Man I heard I had to lay it down
Nigga in the back cupped up, up in a fuckin seat
But I knew if I got to Meek I was gon kill the fuckin beat
And could I be a fuckin millionaire, trillionaire
And peope look at me, now they say yeah it's really here
These niggas here, we hated ya'll
Yea I got the 80 cocked
They tellin me, damn boy you ain't in a day top, you ain't in the car
When I roll to Philly I rolled in a Bentley
First nigga sent me my Bentley, this nigga Meek Millie
From my city you don't see shit like that
Yea it's greatness, this shit right here amazing
It's crazy to know that I rolled in a Ferrari today
First time ridin in a Ferrari was today
But see me, I'm a do it up in there, just made your way
But these niggas they tryna take me and nigga I just can't play
I'm a youngin, last week we was everywhere
Real shit, nigga we was everywhere
Flew home, Monday had a fight
Nigga we was thuggin, goin hard out all night
Then I had a wreck, man this shit right here is crazy
But I'm a fuckin star, man this life here, it's amazing
Police didn't come, that shit right there I don't believe
That this that, this shit right here happenin to me
Tuesday I was chillin
Girl named Kiara, I swear to gosh I was killin
She just knew that I was feelin
A young nigga was feelin
And she wanted me cause a nigga was fresh back from Philly
So I was rollin blunts all day
So I had to get it nigga in the hallway
Nigga I already know I was headed to the top
By 9 o'clock pussy ass niggas spinned the block
The same pussy niggas, I had a fight with on Monday
The nigga tryin to kill me, funeral by Sunday
But mama never was gon have it, mama never was gon beat it
So I had to get it, show these nigga that I believe it
My cousin sayin Snupe, wanna ride on these niggas?
Tell me if you really wanna slide on these niggas
Then Meek text me, said what would you do?
Then I said man this shit a test but what should I do?
He said Snupe if wanna get him, I'm wit him
I said fuck these niggas, in a year, we gon get em
I got it right now, I gotta go and get these millions
Told these people that I'm with it so these people gotta get it
These niggas tryna take me to the under, I'm thug
These niggas tryna Twitter beef so they can get some buzz
But me I'm a young nigga, these niggas be with the thugs
And I got niggas when I say so they really will hit you wit slugs
Happened at the battle, it was 10k
Most money I ever made, 10k
10k, it was crazy man, this shit was winnin
I won fuckin 10k up in 30 minutes
It was an easy battle
I ain't gon lie, it was simple
Pussy nigga had no brain, felt like he was mental
Young nigga comin, these niggas know that we was into
He was rappin like his ass was playin the instrumental
Fuck niggas actin like I ain't been in one
A great nigga, they invented one
Mama and daddy, they had a king for real
Man I swear I'm livin out my people dreams for real
I do my thing right now, my daddy ain't livin' dreams
Mama ain't livin' dreams, granny ain't livin' dreams
My cousins ain't livin' dreams so you know what I'm a do?
I'm a live all out through Snupe, we gonna rock

Moment of silence... for Lil Snupe

Lil Nigga Snupe lyrics - Meek Mill

[Intro]
R.I.P to my lil' nigga Snupe

[Verse 1]
Yeah, we the realest niggas in this shit
Pulling live out of Philly
Young nigga love popping bad bitches and wheelies
And I'm talking all this money, now these niggas can't feel me
Money long, team strong so these niggas can't kill me, ah
I get a rush from this lifestyle, solid gold presidential with the ice dial
When the chasers in the building turn the lights down
Cause every single nigga with me gon' be iced out
Block party, living life wild
I go to court for probation and looking like trial
The DA told me she want a nigga but right now
I'm living better than ever, I'm thinkin' like "how?"
Is it the money? Is it the cars?
Is it the way a nigga living that took me this far?
But still they want me with the sins and give me them bars
They lock a nigga in the dark I still look like a star
I shine, I grind harder, I'm working my mind smarter
I take care of my grandmama, mama, my ma's daughter
They telling me I ain't shit, I made it for my father
I just hope you pray for me, matter fact sing for me

[Hook]
Lil' Snupe...
They killed my lil nigga Snupe, my lil nigga was they truth
And all he wanted was a coupe, all he wanted was a coupe
So what's a nigga 'sposed to do?
Tell 'em put the guns down or tell lil nigga shoot?
Cause they'll do the same to me, do the same shit to you
And all these niggas in my roof, that's why I got a bulletproof

[Verse 2]
As I'm rolling through my city, nigga, all I see is murder
Ain't nobody seen it but shit everybody heard it
And ain't nobody hiring so everybody serving
And all this gunfire and shit everybody murkin, better get a strap
Young niggas selling caine just to get it back
And they busting out them racks till they sitting back
And if a nigga hit my homie, we gon' hit him back
And if you send him over here, know we gon' send him back
My flow iller, I came up from dope dealing
I been sayin' I'd make it, they telling me no
Nigga these voices all in my head just telling me go get it
I came up on four wheelers
Bananas and gorillas through the jungle
Where killers rumble and everyone perishing
Realest nigga in it no comparison
And they got the nerve to tell me I'm arrogant
But what the fuck, I'm young black, I made it in America
So I'mma ball harder than the ma'fucking Carter's
Beyoncé and Shawn, arm blue'er than their daughter
Maneuver through the water like a shark that's on a dolphin
Nigga darker, in a coffin devils on him, get em off him
I can look at your homies and tell you foul, dawg
Leaning with your left but you stand in southpaw
Be the same niggas that'll take you out, dawg
Leaving niggas hungry but you eating Mr. Chows, dawg
Where the love at? Where the love at?
I'll give up all this money to get lil cuz back
Before my nigga go starving like where the grub at
Give up the fame, start over and get my buzz back
Do it again, murder his killer him and his friend
Put the arena, step on the stage, kill him again
Look at the stands the fans coming filling them in
To give my nigga a chance, see him winning again

[Hook]

Ain't Me lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Yo Gotti & Omelly)

[Intro: DJ Drama]
Alright lets be clear
They might of done a thing or two
But there track record in the streets is "Ain't Like Me"
They ain't me

[Hook: Meek Mill]
Ain't me, ain't me, these pussy ass niggas ain't me
Got a couple main hoes that I'm fucking round with
But this one bad bitch you can't see
And all my niggas get straight to the money, these stones all clear HD
And my DC chain shine bright, shine bright with my gold AP
Ain't me, ain't me, these pussy ass niggas ain't me
Got a couple real niggas that I'm fucking round with
Can't come round a nigga ain't see
And them bricks still sell them for the high
My nigga in the drop top birds ain't cheap
These niggas still sell the work
Tell 'em work ain't that easy

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Ain't me, ain't me, these pussy ass niggas ain't me
These pussy ass niggas can't come to my hood
Cause you pussy ass niggas ain't me
I got all these shooters that's down for the cause
And they all get money like me
And, and I still ride around my hood
Quarter milli on a nigga white tee
And yall niggas still hating on it, still hating on it
Talking what they gonna do to me
But I'm strapped up & I'm waiting on it
These niggas ain't built like that
These niggas get killed like that
Running 'round my name in their mouth
Banana clips get peeled like that
And they wonder why I feel like that
Cause every other month I make a mill like that
Took my whole family up out that hood
Set 'em all nice in the hills like that, shit real like that
You ain't gotta like my shit, pay for the flow, I don't write my shit
Better pray to God I don't like your bitch
Cause if she catch eye then she might get hit! Woah!

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
I'm a real ass nigga and I've been like that
Day one and I ain't gone change
In the hood nigga act a little different when I come through
Cause a nigga got a little change
Little pussy ass nigga don't test no nigga
Cause if he do then its gone be flames
That 40 gone go bang bang
Them niggas might say my name
My young niggas got rollies on
Bitches got them Birkins on
My trigger finger been itchin'
My patients short, but my money long
Its levels to this shit for real
Boy I'm dream chasing tryna see a hundred M's
Got the plug on deck if I wanna go back
Put work in the trap what you know about that
Pillow talking to ya ho hating on a nigga
Fuck around lose ya ho like that
Ain't me, ain't me, these rapping ass niggas, ain't me
Only fuck with real niggas like Meek (What up meek?)
You ain't CMG or DC

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Omelly]
Ain't me, these pussy ass niggas ain't me
Gettin' money my day ones you know we reppin' DC
Cause I dropped that bag on you, I kill you niggas for free
I got all this money on me, I got all these hundreds on me ho
Backin' up in this Panamera with some rich ass hoes
Started off with a quarter ounce, had to get that dough
Flip them, move circles on them like Tic Tac Toe
Hoes ready they fucking sucking on the get set go

[Hook]

[Outro: DJ Drama]
I guess we can't tell you enough
What you do won't make you me
Truthfully some of you niggas need to get some sleep
Your dreams aren't manifesting correctly

I B On Dat lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Nicki Minaj & Fabolous)

[Intro: Meek Mill]
Ass so fat I need a lapdance
Somebody tell the waitress bring some fuckin' racks in
The strippers runnin' to the pole when we back in
All gold Trinidad James on my Aston

[Hook x2: French Montana]
Its me ho, its me ho
Walk up in this bitch, I fuck shit up then I leave ho
I be on that, I be on that
I be on that, I be on that

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Okay, I walk up in this bitch
I fuck shit up then I leave ho
Pay your car note or get some money for that weave ho
Forty-five hundred blow it there go double C's ho
Michael throw birkin bag if you tell me please ho
She gon' make that ass clap
Pop that for a real nigga
I'm gon' throw that cash back, drop that on them real bitches
Murder on that pussy ho
I can't lie I kill bitches
You gon' get like every bag and every shoe
If I deal with you
Young nigga ballin' like I fuckin hit the lottery
You just want the money shorty
You ain't gotta lie to me
All these nigga hatin' on me
Know they wanna body me
Cause every time you see Meek Milly, I look like a robbery

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Uhh, Haah?
These bitches study my style on the Come Up DVD
Nicki Dibiase, D.D.T.
It's a rough ride, E.V.E.
But I win nigga, easy three
Bad Bitch, illegal
These ugly bitches is really boostin' my ego
It's me ho, it's me ho
I'm so fucking famous I can't do shit on the D-low
Ya'll got everybody infiltrating negros
I don't believe 'em they lyin' like Leos
Everything these bitches doing I already did it
Watch my World Star interviews, then they mimic

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3: Fabolous]
Walk up in this bitch, I fuck shit up then I leave ho
Back on my old shit, tell them niggas breathe ho
Cuban on my collar thats a Rollie on my sleeve ho
They be swagger jackin taking styles niggas thieves ho
I fuck then I heave ho
Killed that shit now grieve ho
And don't expect no gifts tomorrow, this ain't Christmas Eve ho
I tell her like them pens we gon' get rich you just better believe ho
I make them gator bags and minked coat pet peeve ho
I guess thats just me ho
Asian chick named me-ho
Do her shit, do my bitch then you come do me ho
I be on that, represent where you be born at
Real niggas can't beat em, then you gotta join that
Where my joint at?

[Hook x2]

Hip Hop lyrics - Meek Mill

Yeah, we back in the hood
I like recording in Philly, put me in my zone
(Philly, wassup?)

Yeah, I remember it was no lights (damn)
Mattress on the floor, a thousand roaches, four mice (whoa)
Yeah, I remember it was no lights {"GANGSTA!"}
Yeah, I remember it was no lights
Mattress on the floor, a thousand roaches, four mice (whoa)

Yeah, I remember all them cold nights (I do)
Niggas sold white just to live the low life (yeah)
Ralph Laurenin, I was sinnin' (I was sinnin')
The crazy part is the designer ain't wanna send it (wanna send it)
The dope dealer, was out in me
And not magic, you couldn't imagine (DAMN!)
the shit I saw, had no choice but to get involved
You either spit it raw or sell crack and dribble the ball
It's crazy when I seen my own neighbor hittin' the soft
I was thinkin' in my head like I gotta get with this raw
Shit's gettin' to' up (up) as she watch me grow up (up)
Right in front of the kids, she fuckin' her nose up
She's thinkin' like "So what? My homie got colder"
She even sold a nintendo, I'm thinking like hol' up (LORD!)
I done seen my homie Mommy turn into a zombie
And it was like (New Jersey Drive) the way we throw them (Johnnies) (SKRRT!)
The way we stole them cars, slide through like a bowling ball
Ain't had nowhere to go at all, who thought that we would go this far?
Matter fact, who thought that we would live this long? (Long)
I got the money and the power, made a nigga strong (strong)
I had respect before that, cause every fight, I fought back
Cause I was always taught that, a nigga hit you hold that
Down baby, now it's thirty rounds baby
As I'm ridin' through my hood, it's been goin' down crazy in this bitch
Where they murder for a half a pound baby
So imagine for a kilo; shark in the water, Nemo
Skinny niggas with a full pound, turn to Deebo
Got the four-five and the six, call it Cee-Lo
Y'all niggas talkin' 'bout murder, that ain't be though
Fuck around and get your life took nigga, repo
Fuck what niggas tell us, I see 'em and know they jealous (I see 'em)
Steppin' in my Margielas this nina like my umbrella (BLRRRT!)
Ballin' like I'm 'Melo and (Kingin') like I'm Coretta (yeah)
They Tina my beretta and singin' I won't do never
We shootin' at all you pussies, ringin' on all you niggas
My city body for body, my finger all on the trigger
I'm ready my niggas heavy, yellow gold all on my prezi
I'm switchin' gears in my rari, I'm feelin' like I'm Andretti
I'm Freddie all in your (dreams), lean Like I'm Kareem
My 750 my beam I'm clean fuck do you mean
My team full of gorillas, killers on 4 wheelers
They stuck me back in the trap - fresh off of tour nigga
They wanna see my demise, wanna see me with no job
Wanna see me back on the corner; fifty niggas we mob
With choppers like fuck the coppers, duckin' them helicopters
They wanna lock us in boxes, courthouses and teleprompters
They jealous my album sellin', jealous that I ain't jealous
They jealous that I ain't tellin', I'm focused no I ain't failin'
Propellin' up in the sky, jealous that I ain't die
They jealous a nigga made it, they jealous I don't know why
...I don't understand y'all suckas (I don't)
...I guess I ain't meant to (meant)
...Pussy motherfuckers (motherfucka)
...Lemme tell 'em what I been through (been through)

"GANGSTA, GRIZZLES!!"
I don't think I wanna tell 'me no more, hahaha
That was like sixty; DC, nigga
Fuck 'em, fuck 'em, FUCK 'EM! BLRRRT!

Money Ain't No Issue lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Future, Fabolous, DJ Drama, Tak)

[Intro: Tak]
Yeah, it's DC, nigga
You see what we doin in these fuckin streets
Pushin the flyest whips, fuckin the baddest chicks
Big guns with .30 shot clips; motherfuckers can't see us
All gold AP's, these niggas wearin G shocks
We send them G4 'Palas to the WingStop
Goin' where they said we wouldn't and doin' what they said we couldn't
We come from nothin nigga, let's get this fuckin money!

[DJ Drama:]
I got my money right! Call me Rich Homie Dram'
{"GANGSTA, GRIZZLES!!"} Hahahah... whattup Tak?

[Meek Mill:]
I'm sippin' on Patron nigga, my bitch bad to the bone nigga
She fucked up, I'm fucked up, she like "How we gon' get home, nigga?"
I can't smoke that strong nigga, swear that's word to my PO
That lil chick too expensive for you, I'll take her back like repo
Say shorty want a pair of red bottoms (bottoms) fucked me good then I went and got 'em (got 'em)
Percs got me fuckin' for a hour (hour); got a boyfriend? Forget about him
I got young niggas that will get it poppin (yeah) and all my niggas get a dollar (yeah)
Started of with an Impala (SKRRT!) now all my whips a hunnid thousand
Hold up - now throw your rollies up in the air and wave that shit to the side nigga
Bad bitches just pop pussy, you dead broke just die nigga
On private jets we fly nigga, sippin' lean we high nigga
Stand tall feet five nigga, they ridin' for you they die with ya
Foreign whips my fuckin' problem, got a couple, don't fuckin' drive them
My homies whip them, like fuckin' Molly; mo' money, mo' fuckin' problems!
Yo' wrist cunnin' I take that (take that) I'm everywhere that cake at (cake at)
Them hoes stunted, this the payback (payback); I'm in a Rolls-Royce screaming out Maybach - hold up!

[Chorus: Future]
Money ain't no issue, I'm on them mollies and prescription
Lean inside my cup, beat that pussy 'til she miss me (turn up!)
Fuck nigga die slow, I don't give a fuck if ya come up missin' (WOO!)
Any nigga gettin' money - I salute ya, I salute ya (WOO! WOO WOO WOO!)

[Future:]
Young nigga in a Beamer coupé with a lot of money and a lot of booze (SKRRT!)
Young nigga gettin' plenty money, I'm turnt up with my entire crew (turn up!)
Mollies all in my cup nigga, gettin' screwed up I ain't slowin' down (turn up!)
AP got 'em trigger happy nigga (SKRRT!) young niggas out Atlanta Zoo (whoa!)
Shootin the A up out the chamber, full of team niggas from North Philly too (ohh)
Bad bitch from Beverly Hills, I'mma fuck her good on TMZ
Quarter mill for the AP (switch) Quarter mill for Lambo (switch)
Quarter mill for a new truck (WOO!) quarter mil' that's on the counter (SKRRT!)
Freebandz I'm eatin' now (yeah) rock and roll, no guitar (yeah)
A lotta drugs and a lotta bitches (whoa!) I'mma fuck the bitch like a porn star

[Chorus]

[Fabolous {Tak}:]
{D.C., the Family.. Loso, let's get it}
I'm tryna chill but niggas really really want to make me talk reckless {niggas don't want that}
Heard these niggas hatin' that you don't really really want to talk necklace {niggas don't want that}
Heard you got L's in the hood you don't really really want to talk Lexus {man these niggas don't want that}
We got it right now man we killin niggas really want to talk Nexus
Ay, fuck the nigga like his bitch say (word) if she with me in a 6 trey (word)
She ride the stick every which way while shit play from the mixtape (feel me?)
She say shit go hard (go hard) she say shit go hard (go hard)
Shorty sound like big Sean (swerve) bitch keep sayin' "Oh God!" (Oh God!)
I done fucked around and got used to money, fuck game I just use the money (uh-huh)
All the suckers get is middle fingers (yeah) and bum bitches get deuces from me (yeah)
So if you getting money I salute you I'm salutin'
And if you getting mad I rebuke ya, find a solution
Niggas like y'all find excuses, niggas like us rock exclusives
I come through, beat them streets up cause my whip game so abusive nigga
It's that gettin' money music nigga
When they play it all the winners gon' lose it nigga

[Chorus]

We Ain't The Same lyrics - Meek Mill (performed by Omelly) (feat. Louie V Gutta)

[Intro: Takbar]
Aye O? What the fuck wrong with these niggas?
Everytime I turn around niggas got somethin' to say about my motherfuckin' nigga Omelly
Like he ain't been in these fuckin' STREETS!
Like he ain't been running around with that FUCKIN' heat!
Ya'll see my nigga everyday nigga tooled up and jeweled up
Lit up like a FUCKIN' Christmas tree!
I don't know what's up with these niggas
Niggas ain't never been sweet
Street suckas for life nigga we do what we want

[Omelly:]
Oh yeah, chea, chea
Catch me in that blue six, sp-sp-sp-peedin like sonic nigga
My little niggas catch a rack, don't say shit about it nigga ('bout it nigga)
Co-sign a nigga; homie you a rat you ain't ridin' nigga (you ain't ridin' nigga)
And I'm only statin' facts so keep runnin' your face and I'm slidin' nigga (I'm slidin')
Every nigga with me and they poppin' off toasters (poppin' off toasters)
Catch us every where hoppin' out of them ghosts (we swervin')
Keep it cool homie better watch how you approach us (we out'chea!)
B-b-bars so fire nigga think Meek wrote this (let's get it)
That hatin' shit I ain't got time for (time for)
I don't pop mollies, I pop dime whores (dime whores)
Got a bad model you would die for (she bad)
Lookin' through my Cazals and my Tom Fords
T-t-this AP dancin' on my WRIST (I'm flexin')
Niggas mad, they ain't doin it like THIS (they stressin')
Straight profit made a hundred off them SCRIPTS (them scripts)
I hear you talkin' pussy, you ain't gon' do shit (I'm gone)

[Chorus: Louie V Gutta]
My niggas be talkin' like they about that shit
I got on all my jewels all my designer shit (straight up)
Boy this shit what I do don't get beside yourself (yeah)
And you know I got my two don't get beside yourself
My nigga, my nigga we ain't the same (nah)
My nigga, my nigga we ain't the same at all (same at all)
My nigga, my nigga we ain't the same (nah)
My nigga, my nigga we ain't the same at all (same at all)
At all, at all, at all, at...

[Louie V Gutta:]
Said I do shit different, said my new shit different
Said my new whip different, different watch, different bitches
Say the way I'm livin, I do it a little different
And my money just different, everything different
Said I don't trust hoes, I don't love hoes, I just fuck the hoes that y'all lust
Y'all niggas talkin' like y'all about that shit but y'all know y'all don't do it like us
Brand new foreign with the cranberry guts (guts) I slide through there like yuck (yuck!)
Cause the money ain't a thing my nigga (money) shit we blow it like dust (ho!)
These hoes ain't fuckin' with you; you on Instagram, you liked a million pictures
And she shot you down you still tryna get her but I fucked her once and done forgot her nigga, damn
(Haha!) These Balenciaga, not Prada, nigga
It's Bel-Air in my bottom, nigga; all my niggas get a dollar, nigga

[Chorus]

Heaven Or Hell lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Jadakiss & Guordan Banks)

[Intro]
We all get caught in our own sins
Sometimes I have to remind myself
That on my worst day I live like somebody on their greatest
Don't let your demons take you to hell, introduce them to heaven

[Hook]
Some niggas go to college, some niggas go to jail
Some make it into heaven, some make it into hell
Nobody want to lose, nobody want to fail
Nobody want to die, nobody want to kill
The things we do just to make it through
But nobody want to lose, nobody want to fail
Nobody want to die, we're just tryna live our life out here

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Look, I got homies in the ground, skeleton and bones
And niggas doing life, they ain't ever coming home
They said I wouldn't make it or never see the throne
And my baby mama hate me cause she said I did her wrong
Cause I left to chase my dream, get it any means
I said that I'll be back, she wasn't listening to me
That back and forth arguing was getting in between
I said fuck them other niggas, I go get it with my team
If we all grind, we all shine, fuck a part time
I used to play the block early morning and dark time
Now it's G5 flights, fuck a depart time
It was hard times, nigga now it's our time
Just take a look at my life, rapping brought me back to life
Cause I was in them streets, my heart was cold as a pack of ice
Every night we strapping like we was in Iraq to fight
Cause niggas getting murdered for a block that do a stack a night
Wow, I gotta make it home to my son
On them papers with a firm hold on his gun
Before I snitch y'all gotta burn a hole in my tongue
Give me a hundred years in a hole on the sun.
In boiling water, in the world of no order
In the hood ain't no loyalty, ain't no world for your daughter
Ain't no life for your brother or no life for my mother
I'mma get the fam right, nigga you damn right

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
Yeah, I used to pop a lot of shit, now I keep it moderate
These niggas know I been iced out, hopping out of shit
Right now I'm praying for my son to get this scholarship
A nice university, one of these black colleges
Far as the hood go, I acknowledge it
But whoever ain't a snake usually a follower
Luckily, I can tell a difference
My man coming home, my other man getting sentenced
Soft niggas usually send the hate through the bitches
Jealous Instagram niggas hating on your pictures
We dream chasing, y'all niggas walking behind wishes
Without working for it, not often you find riches
Some niggas find coffins others just find ditches
Just ask around 'bout the militia, they malicious
D-block, finish that and cop more dope
I'm two-stroke, you four-stroke
If you got enough cigars we can all smoke
Ain't nothing all good when you all broke
So we could never be equal
Never bite the hand that'll feed you
Never fear a man if he bleed too
Some niggas need a head shot, some niggas need two
Play sweet in these streets and they'll leave you
You can't see the devil, he's see through

[Hook]

Fuckin Wit Me lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Tory Lanez)

[Intro: DJ Drama]
Most of us successful people could tell you a story
About when they wasn't fucking with us
Now that we're at the top, y'all ain't fucking with us

[Bridge: Tory Lanez]
They ain't fuck with me when my money low
Now they tryna ride cause my money long

[Hook: Tory Lanez]
These niggas ain't shit, half million dollar whip, nigga
Tell your bitch suck a rich nigga dick
They may hate like I ain't grind for this shit
But I ain't tripping cause you niggas ain't fucking with me
Tell 'em "nah, nah you niggas ain't fucking with me"

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Yeah, when the money came all the hoes came too
These niggas started hating, I guess that's what fame do
And I remain who? Me! Still be with the same crew
None of my niggas don't fall out for bitches
They falling for money, we ain't you, we ain't y'all niggas
Started with a dollar and I turned that to a million
Now the chasers in the building, it ain't hard nigga
I'm like oh lord what a feeling when you pull up
Drop the ceiling on them suckers that was watching while we starv
They got fat and I got slim so I shitted on them niggas when I got it
My homie caught me for some paper. They were not my friend
More money than you can ever think
Now we buying more PJ than we can ever drink
More than we could ever swallow
Get money that's my motto
When you in the lead there's nothing to follow
I know...

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
When the money came all the problems came too
And when the problems came all they had to blame was you
And niggas said I changed, you would probably change too
When niggas is hating they catching them vapors
And mad at favors that you ain't do
They gon' switch sides
I could tell you suckers want me gone
Before I let my mama mourn, you know I'm a let that shit fly
And I used to get it on
Selling crack till it was dawn
Moving fish, and I ain't talking bout no fish fry
And the reason they can't keep up, cause when they sleep you know we up
We move kilos then re-up
I do one lap, then I speed up
With a plan A, you couldn't be us
Y'all see us when it's game time
And it's 4th quarter let's D up
I'm a be up, with my feet up
And I'm a eat up every beat up
That they feed us, it's a fetus.
I have more stripes than Adidas
And my dawg told me don't ease up, kill these niggas
And what I do, murder them all me and my Philly niggas

[Hook: Tory Lanez]
These niggas ain't shit, half million dollar whip, nigga
Tell your bitch suck a rich nigga dick
They may hate like I ain't grind for this shit
But I ain't tripping cause you niggas ain't fucking with me
Tell 'em "nah, nah you niggas ain't fucking with me"

[Outro: DJ Drama]
I'm on a decade of dominating the game
With the legends, the hottest MCs, and the new niggas
It's me!
They ain't fuckin' with me
It's the [?]
DC 3

My Life lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. French Montana)

[Intro - Meek Mill:]
The world is yours and everything in it
You gonna go get it?

[Verse 1 - Meek Mill:]
Mama couldn't save me, daddy dead so he couldn't raise me
I'm still tripping off them hoes that played me
Same bitches fronting on me when I had my baby
It's crazy, and niggas say they made me
Taking credit from my mama, shit amaze me
How niggas talking down when I'm not around
But every time I'm in the building, schhh, not a sound
I line my haters up and clap them down
That choppa have nigga dancing like he Bobby Brown
I'm well-respected in my city, even out of town
And don't ever tuck my chain
Nigga, how that sound? How that look?
We don't live by the book, we just live by the code
A lot of niggas got exposed when feds came through
They was dropping names too
Niggas say I changed up but I'm with the same crew
I was always told to get the money and remain you
Never let these pussy niggas tell you what you can't do
Every time they said that I left, that was when I came through
Range new, .38 special when the flame blew
Just in case I gotta flame you
What a feeling when them people tryna frame you
Lock you in a cell when detain you
Rather die before I go out working like I'm Django
I'm gone...

[Hook - French Montana:]
Niggas want me dead everyday that I wake up
Fuck you talking ‘bout, you ain’t talking paper
And here's another one, here's another one
Streets watching
A new bitch, a new car
Her ass soft, I go hard
And here's another one, here's another one
Streets watching

[Verse 2 - Meek Mill:]
If I fuck her, I'm brainless
She fuck me, she might get famous
She might get a chance to ride jet and drive Ranges
Money'll have your closest friends turning into strangers
That's dangerous, niggas shoot and they'll aim at us
Shooting in the sky, you tryna hit the angels up
Niggas tripping like y'all dipping off angel dust
And all these cubans 'round my neck getting tangled up
I only fuck with bad bitches that be trained to fuck
Five niggas, ten bitches run a train on us
Looking at these rap niggas they all lame as fuck
Mini skirts, skinny jeans with the strangest cuts
I stick to the script, switch like stick on the shift
Early mornings in the kitchen like I'm whippin' the grits
Nigga, I could score your bitch with a flick of the wrist
Swear that Audemar flash light like I'm flicking a pic

[Hook]

Rich Porter Skit lyrics - Meek Mill

"You fuckin' with the wrong nigga right now"
"What?"
"You need to be fuckin' with me man!"

"A nigga like me man.. I LOVE the game!
I love the hustle man, be feelin' like one of them ball player niggas, you know?
Yeah, you know a nigga got dough, a nigga could leave the league
But if I leave.. is friends still gon' love me man?
I get love out here.. as long as niggas is feelin' it, a nigga like me keep hustlin'
That's my gift to life, you know?"

Rich Porter lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Rick Ross)

[Hook:]
Feelin' like I'm Richard Porter, I'm really ballin'
Bad bitches got 'em calling, they really calling
My Rollie flooded like New Orleans, just like New Orleans
Ain't talking money, what you talking? Nigga what you talking?
My bitch probably wouldn't speak if you ain't talkin' money
Don't even talk to me if you ain't talkin' money
Ain't shit in life for free so we were talkin' money
You hear that sound? I think it's Benji, he talkin' to me

They got me feeling like Rich Porter, I got them hoes
Selling work we got them bricks, and got the most
If he ain't test it I don't trust em', he prolly told
Dimed out your homies, seen them statements, he got exposed
These niggas ratting and you fucking with these pussy niggas
I put these hoes up on the jet and bring that pussy with us
I bring that new thing through yo block, I see you looking nigga
36 up in the pot like what you cooking nigga?
Fish scale, I love the hustle, I'm 'bout my paper
And I'm fly as Alpo before he drop a statement
I knew I started getting money when I got them haters
Boy won't you go and kill yourself and just do God a favor

[Hook]

[Rick Ross:]
Don't you see a nigga ballin' like I'm Rayful Edmond? (No snitching)
My DC shooter Fat Trel hold up that Mac-Eleven (Dem Bitches)
Nail me to the cross I swear I'll never testify (Never)
Never will, that Maybach murder got em' petrified
I'm hard to kill, I'm counting cake up with my finest bitch
Take off her makeup and she still look like a finalist
Top models, pop bottles, catch you bitches slipping
Do em' dirty that top dollar make a major difference
I bought another Phantom, cash count that at the dealer
It took an hour, fast money for us young niggas
Can't run around, marble statues in the front and back (Boss)
With no regard for the law, cause all I want is stacks
So fuck em' all

[Hook]

Right Now lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. French Montana, Mase & Cory Gunz)

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Yea, ok the roof on fire, let the motherfucker burn (Let it burn)
Yo friend took a molly, it's yo motherfucking turn (Yo turn)
And ya'll know all my money straight (It's straight)
Like a motherfucking perm (No curves)
And all I get is brain, and still ain't motherfucking learn
Hold up, nigga right now, turn the lights down
With a thick bad bitch and she light brown
And she gone make that ass clap, for a real nigga like right now
Oh, and I'm iced down, but that pussy so wet I might drown
With my swimwear, I jump in there, like splash

[Hook: French Montana]
Light the motherfucking roof on fire
Know you see that coup when we ride
(Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up)
I'm talkin' right now, right now
Shawty slide, I'm talkin' right now, right now
Light the motherfucking roof on fire
See that coup when we ride

[Verse 2: Cory Gunz]
Fuck hoes we don't love those
Nigga you don't live by the thug code
It's levels to this shit it's metals in this shit
And several niggas getting reduced to the slump nose
Stomp niggas out till the club close, leave a nigga shirt filled with mud holes
All my flows they love those, we ain't the same set but you wearing blood clothes
I'm loaded now, fuck you talking 'bout?
I just left the judge I just met your bitch that mean it's going down

[Hook: French Montana]
Light the motherfucking roof on fire
Know you see that coup when we ride
(Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up)
I'm talkin' right now, right now
Shawty slide, I'm talkin' right now, right now
Light the motherfucking roof on fire
See that coup when we ride

[Verse 3: Mase]
Man what it look like, being a nigga got the lot of ya'll
Little snitch nigga like a fly on the wall
And I'm in a chick head like Tylenol
And I roll up in that black 'Bach, Mac black [?]
And I put another hole in your snapback, step back, act bad

The End (Outro) lyrics -

[Intro: Meek Mill]
Okay, these niggas wanna be sleek
It's nine in the morning
I ain't been asleep yet
I though sleep was for billionaires
I think I'm the last of the street niggas left
Uh...

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
When it come to stuntin', I'm like money man Meech
Brought my city with me and we coming in the fleet
And now I'm getting richer and they don't want me in the streets
I'm thinking fuck a album sales, we sold a hundred bricks this week
Thousand grams of crack, take it to the table
Bag it all up, take it to the label and tell 'em distribute it
I'm getting cake ridiculous
Rari like a frog, coming through the track, whippin' it
And they tellin' me to turn down, they say that I need riddling
Ballin' like I'm Jordan, no assists from Sottie Pippen
And it ain't enough flows, crossing over like I'm dribling
Running laps round them rappers, tired like Michelin
Started off with Tip and 'em but that wasn't it for him
Yellow, blow Cuban, diamonds blue like Michigan
Been taught you niggas
That there's levels and there's differences
See this lifestyle, the way a real nigga livin' it
I'm gettin' it, nigga put yourself in my predicament
If you was gettin' all of this fucking money
You won't spend this shit
I be at the dealership, pointing out and picking shit
Just to shake the town up, talking off the whip and shit
Take 'em to the clear port, no Instagram, picture it
Niggas taking pictures for the Instagram, twinning shit
On the jet, fifty for the flight to go to LIV and shit
Spend another thirty on the champ
And never sipped the shit
One million, two million, three million, four
I can have a million dollars knocking at my door
Ridin' in the passenger, like 2Pac Shakur
Only thing that's different is this new Glock that roar
Get rocks from the paper, a rush from the money
If money talk it's like you said hush to your money
These broke niggas say I talk too much about the money
That's what we do it for the love of the money
Nigga...

[Outro: Allen Iverson]
We're sitting here, I'm supposed to be the franchise player
And we're in here talking about practice
Not the game that I go out there and die for
And play every game like it's my last
Not the game
We talking about practice man
I mean how silly is that?
We talking about practice
What are we talkin' about?
Practice? We talking about practice man
We talking about practice
We talking about practice
We ain't talking 'bout the game
We talking about practice, man

"Dreams & Nightmares" (2012)



Dreams & Nightmares lyrics - Meek Mill

Ain't this what they've been waiting for?
You ready?

I used to pray for times like this, to rhyme like this
So I had to grind like that to shine like this
In a matter of time I spent on some locked up shit
In the back of the paddy wagon, cuffs locked on wrists
See my dreams unfold, nightmares come true
It was time to marry the game and I said, "Yeah, I do"
If you want it you gotta see it with a clear-eyed view
Got a shorty, she tryna bless me like I said, "Achoo"
Like a nigga sneezed, nigga please before them triggers squeeze
I'm gettin' cream, never let them hoes get in between
Of what we started, lil' nigga but I'm lionhearted
They love me when I was stuck and they hated when I departed
I go and get it regardless, draw it like I'm an artist
No crawlin', went straight to walkin' with foreigns in my garage
Got foreign bitches menagin', fuckin', suckin', and swallowin'
Anything for a dollar, they tell me get 'em, I got 'em
I did it without an album
I did shit with Mariah
Lil' nigga I'm on fire
Icy as a hockey rink, Philly nigga I'm Flyer
When I bought the Rolls Royce they thought it was leased
Then I bought that new Ferrari, hater rest in peace
Hater rest in peace, rest in peace to the parking lot
Phantom so big, it can't even fit in the parking spot
You ain't talkin' bout my niggas then what you talkin' bout?
Gangstas move in silence, nigga and I don't talk a lot
I don't say a word, I don't say a word
Was on my grind and now I got what I deserve fuck nigga
Hold up wait a minute, y'all thought I was finished?
When I bought that Aston Martin y'all thought it was rented?
Flexin' on these niggas, I'm like Popeye on his spinach
Double M, yeah that's my team, Rozay the captain, I'm the lieutenant
I'm the type to count a million cash then grind like I'm broke
That Lambo, my new bitch, she don't ride like my ghost
I'm ridin' around my city with my hands strapped around my toast
Cause these niggas want me dead and I gotta make it back home
Cause my momma need that bill money and my son need some milk
These niggas tryna take my life, they fuck around get killed
You fuck around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get smoked
Cause these Philly niggas I brought with me don't fuck around, no joke
All I know is murder, when it comes to me
I got young niggas that's rollin' I got niggas throwin' b's
I done did the DOAs, I done did the KODs
Every time I'm in that bitch I get to throwin' 30 G's
Now I'm hangin' out that drop head, I'm ridin' down on Collins
They let my nigga Ern back home, that young nigga be wildin'
We young niggas and we mobbin', like Batman and we're robbin' (Robin)
This two-door Maybach, with my seat all reclinin'
I'm like real nigga what up, real nigga what up
If you ain't about that murder game then pussy nigga shut up
If you diss me in yo' raps, I'll get your pussy ass stuck up
When you touchdown in my hood, no that tour life ain't good
Catch me down in MIA, at that heat game on wood
With that Puma life on my feet, like that little engine I could
Boy I slide down on your block, bike on twelve o'clock
And they be throwin' deuces on the same nigga they watch
And I'm the king of my city cause I'm still callin' them shots
And these lames talkin' that bullshit the same niggas that flock
I'm the same nigga from Berks Street with them nappy braids that lock
The same nigga that came up and I had to wait for my spot
And these niggas hatin' on me, hoes waitin' on me
Still on that hood shit, my Rolls Royce on E
They gon' remember me, I say remember me
So much money have ya friends turn into enemies
And with these beef I turn my enemies to memories
With them bricks they go from 40 ain't no 10 a key, hold up
Broke nigga turned rich, love the game like Mitch
And if I leave you think them pretty hoes gon' still suck my dick?
It was somethin' 'bout that Rollie when it first touched my wrist
Had me feelin' like that dope boy when he first touched that brick
I'm gone

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