Fuck That Check Up lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Lil Uzi Vert)

[Meek Mill:]
Lil' fish, yeah
If you can't swim, you gon' drown, hoe
We ain't gon' save you either
Ah ha ha ha ha

Bad lil thottie, she got body
I'm on perkies, she on molly
Sippin' on dirty, smokin' on Cali
Big Rolls Royce, no Maseratis
I'm 'bout to pull out that V12, I'ma shit on these niggas like Ezel
Let her ride on that dick with no seatbelt
With the money, I know she don't mean well
Niggas running their mouth like they females
When you winning, they only wanna see you fail
When you winning, they only wan' see you lose
Niggas steal and I can't let 'em see my moves
Wait (wait), ha ha
Selling that cocaina (white!)
Started off selling that crack rock (crack rock)
Now we sell out arenas (lit!)
White boys say I'm genius, white girls say I'm gnarly
Did 30 bandz in Neimans, now we 20 grand at Barney's
Ever put a pop bitch on the block list, I don't pop shit
'Cause I got shit, in the drop six with a thot bitch whole squad lit
Heard your new shit, that is not it
Whole gang with me on some mob shit
He ain't talkin' money then its nonsense
Bran got the gas, you are not lit (No way)

Fuck that check up, fuck that check up
We gettin' rich and these niggas sick, they need a check up
I'm so lit I fuck that bitch soon as I met her (Soon as I met her)
Fuck that check up (Fuck that check up)
Young nigga, fuck that check up
Fuck that check up
Light my wrist and my neck up
Fuck that check up
Young nigga, fuck that check up

Ha, yeah, back in this bitch and we litty again
I'm 'bout to land in the city again
She with the gang, he tripping again
He like you out with that nigga again?
She gettin' cocky like, "yeah I'm with him"
Five bands, Gucci coat, rockin' 1s, I'll never wear that again

[Lil Uzi Vert:]
(Huh!) Gucci swag so relaxed
Louis bag with the hat
Uzi Vert with the mac
Damn, thought I wasn't
Fuck you then hit your cousin
All hunnits don't want no twenty
Stop hatin' fuck nigga get money
Freaky bitch hit it once
Rarri them keys like vroom
My car don't got room
Yeah, I put all of them guap in the front
Yeah, my engine in the back
Little nigga we don't talk about nothing if that shit not 'bout the racks
Don't call my phone
Don't leave no message
That girl was swerving me, diamonds emergency
Better hit 911
Up all night, don't rest much
Spent two hunnid put the rest up
Young nigga fuck that check up
Young nigga, fuck that check up

[Meek Mill:]
Fuck that check up (fuck that check up)
Fuck that check up (fuck that check up)
We gettin' rich, and these niggas sick
They need a check up
I'm so lit I fucked that bitch as soon as I met her
Fuck that check up (Fuck that check up)
Young nigga, fuck that check up
Fuck that check up
Light my wrist and my neck
Fuck that check up
Young nigga, fuck that check up
Fuck that check up (fuck that check up)
Fuck that check up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Fuck that check up (fuck that check up)
Fuck that check up (fuck it up, fuck it up)

Uh, my old bitch, yo' new bitch
She wanna vibe like Q-Tip, she get tagged like you it
Nigga said he wanna fade me, we ran into him
He ain't wan' do shit
I don't care what he sayin', we ain't playin'
We just came to shoot shit
Yeah, run up them racks (run it up, run it up)
I'm gettin' back (run it up, run it up)
Niggas be tweetin' (niggas be tweetin')
They gettin' smacked
Bitches be screenshottin', tell 'em to hit me on Snap
She hit me back, oh Lord, she gettin' clapped
Ever fuck a bad bitch in the bando, air mattress
Going HAM-o, poppin' cash shit, Bape camo with the masses
Dirty young bull living lavish
Gets yo' mans up, go to Paris
20 grand up when the tab hit
You can tell we ain't never had shit, no way

Fuck that check up (fuck that check up)
Fuck that check up (fuck that check up)
We gettin' rich, and these niggas sick
They need a check up
I'm so lit I fucked that bitch as soon as I met her
Fuck that check up (Fuck that check up)
Young nigga, fuck that check up
Fuck that check up
Light my wrist and my neck
Fuck that check up
Young nigga, fuck that check up
Fuck that check up (fuck that check up)
Fuck that check up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Fuck that check up (fuck that check up)
Fuck that check up (fuck it up, fuck it up)

Whatever You Need lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Chris Brown & Ty Dolla $ign)

[YG:]
Mustard on the beat, ho

[Chris Brown (Ty Dolla $ign):]
Girl, as long as you, wrap your arms 'round me
Ooh baby, I don't care what them people say
I'm givin' you whatever you want
Girl, you know I can provide
Whatever you need
(Whatever you need, babe)
Listen to your heart, baby

[Meek Mill:]
Yeah, I'm the only young nigga who's poppin' that
Got it jumpin' out the heat there like who coppin' that?
New G Wagon got her braggin', put a lock on that
Niggas always hit her DM, she don't holla back, woo, woo, copy that
Cuffin', I've been cuffin'
Chanel bags like it's nothin', and she love them
Her last nigga, he was bluffin', she said, "Fuck him"
He let that go, I'm like, "He buggin'," now she thuggin' with a real one
I've been ballin' on you 'cause you smart and loyal
All my homies know me best, they say I'm fallin' for you
And that box be slippery like tryna walk on oil
And I'll be there long as you there when I be callin' for you, facts

[Chris Brown (Ty Dolla $ign):]
Girl, as long as you, wrap your arms 'round me
Ooh, baby I don't care what them people say
I'm givin' you whatever you want
Girl, you know I can provide
Whatever you need
(Whatever you need, babe)
Listen to your heart, baby

[Meek Mill:]
Yeah, you can get whatever you want, whatever you need
Got a one way flight 'cause I ain't lettin' you leave
We ain't fuck first night, had me beggin' you please
But you love when I'm beggin', you told me get on my knees
And I ate it, we got faded
You said, "Put some Tory Lanez on" and I played it
In Philly, we say you the main joint and we save it
Finally got a rich nigga, baby, you made it
Long as you hold me down, you know that it's goin' down
Be there when I turn around and I'll turn your world around
I had to tone it down 'cause you made me slow it down
But I got you open now, so I'm 'bout to show you now, show you now

[Ty Dolla $ign:]
What makes you think that I would try to run a game on you?
Just as sure as my name is Dolla, I'll be there for you and I'll
Treat you just like a queen and give you fine things
You'll never have to worry 'bout another in your place, so believe me when I say

[Chris Brown (Ty Dolla $ign):]
Girl, as long as you, wrap your arms 'round me
Ooh, baby I don't care what them people say
I'm givin' you whatever you want
Girl, you know I can provide
Whatever you need
(Whatever you need, babe)
Listen to your heart, baby

1942 Flows lyrics - Meek Mill

Started off poor with plans to earn more
Now we own stores and fuck the baddest whores
I was on tour with niggas that's so raw
Started selling white, we won't sell it no more
I'm like, Trump ain't feeling us, cops still killing us
Niggas taking shots, can't stop me, they ain't real enough
Cut her off, act like she's dead and it's killing her
New dawn, Hermes seats, I left the ceiling up
Just to get to kill 'em softly
Ooh, get them off me, try to crucify me
Like I'm Jesus the way she cross me
I'm too bossy and too thorough to move like a weirdo
On point like an arrow, we started off with zero
Now I'm seeing M's, diamonds like water and they jumping out the gym
Shooting like Harden if your head was the rim
'Cause niggas wanna line me like a shape up in the trim, damn

Back when I was broke, they was cool with it
Now every move I make, I'm in the news with it
Even if I ain't do it, they be like, you did it
My teacher always used to tell me you gon' lose nigga
That's why I never went to school nigga
And why I'm rapping like I got something to prove nigga
Went and bought the mansion with the pool in it
Billy with the stamp, I geting two with it'

Move with it 'cause these niggas wanna take my life
No weapon formed against me, every time I pray at night
Scoopin' thotties in the Phantom, that's the way of life
And make them fuck their best friends like they was dykes
Reaching for the Glock, every time I play the light
I'm on 12 o'clock, every time I play them bikes
I'm with the pack, huh
Getting back, yeah
Spend dope, nigga
Selling smack, gang
I'm gettin' chips off music like Rap Snacks
Yeah, 10 mil in cash of Ethika that's a fact
Money, power, respect
Eating breakfast on a jet
I know these niggas upset
They ain't see me fall yet
Wins and losses

They wanna see me fall
And I will never sell my soul
I'm on some shit that they ain't seen before
Dream chasing, catching all my goals
I don't need these hoes
I'm getting money, me and all my woes
Play with me, you know it's all I want
The young niggas going all out for us

Bloggers in the frenzy, truck to the Bently
Ain't doing no interviews, I'm busy, nigga we litty
So when you see me out don't ask me about no Nicki
Fuck I look like telling my business on Wendy
Niggas gossip like queens, we was serving fiends
.40 bust your windows out, Jazmine Sullivan
They told 'em pop Mollys, I told 'em to be kings
Sipping 1942 like it's lean
I done seen all these niggas try to down play my dreams
So I'ma give it to 'em everytime I'm on the scene
Pull up, Ghost, Ghost, Wraith, Wraith when you see me
Some suckers wanna be me and some suckers wanna live me, I know it
I go through it, don't' show it
I told niggas who wrote it, ain't taking back what I quoted
Started off with a quarter, flipped that to a half, turned that to an ounce
Got some shit in the stash, nigga say that he gon' rob me, put a brick on his ass
Now every killer in my city tryna look for his ass
And one thing 'bout Meek Milly, I'ma get to a bag
Had to starve all day just to get to it fast
Like Ramadan, toting K's like it's Palestine
Real niggas in my ambiance, bottom line
Ever since I met Ross and signed a dotted line
I gave my mama ten thousand at least a thousand times
Do the math on it

They wanna see me fall
And I will never sell my soul
I'm on some shit that they ain't seen before
Dream chasing, catching all my goals
I don't need these hoes
I'm getting money, me and all my woes
Play with me, you know it's all I want
The young niggas going all out for us

Talking, this my cocky flow
Damn Daniel, why you selling Mr. Miyagi though
This that rose gold Patek, call me like '94
Mean nothing to me, I tell how I gotta go rain slick
On that corner when the block was slow
Everybody was tryna trap, we started poppin' though
Heard that bitch say she cut me, I was like adiĆ³s
In the field, knock 'em down, it look like dominos, young nigga
I turn my Impala to a Wraith, when you get a dollar they gon' hate
Bought my mom the crib with that gate, private school for all them babies
Now they straight, nigga

They wanna see me fall
And I will never sell my soul
I'm on some shit that they ain't seen before
Dream chasing, catching all my goals
I don't need these hoes
I'm getting money, me and all my woes
Play with me, you know it's all I want
The young niggas going all out for us

Issues lyrics - Meek Mill

Lord, forgive me for my sins, used to pray to get a brick
Nigga icy like it's hockey, and I'm playin' with them sticks
He don't like me, but he gotta respect the fact we gettin' rich
Nigga threw a shot and missed me, threw 'em back and he got hit
Brrrt, brrrt
Went from public housing to a glass house (glass house)
Fuckin' famous bitches in my trap house
My main bitch fight my side bitch, Kash Doll
The only way to keep them quiet when I cash out (woo!)
What you doin'? Gettin' paid, young nigga
How you in the mob? 'Cause I'm made, young nigga
Say you need a job, come my way, young nigga
And if I point 'em out, better spray them niggas, bop!
I'm a bad influence (bad influence, yo)
Talkin' money and I speak it fluent (speak it fluent, ho)
Paid a couple mil' then went boom (went boom)
I thank God for all this sauce, hallelujah (amen, amen, amen, woo)
Yeah I knew it, hatin' on me, yeah I knew it (yeah I knew it)
Come down to that check, I'm like Nike, I just do it (I just do it)
Boy I must be poppin', they keep poppin' up with rumors (poppin')
Where and who I'm poppin', what I'm coppin', who I'm screwin' (who I'm screwin')
What you doin'? Wait a minute, gettin' paid (gettin' paid)
She said, "Meek you know my boyfriend and what's his name" (what's his name)
Yeah I know him, mhmm, he a lame (he a lame)
Don't you ever bring that fuckboy up again

Poppin' all this shit, need some tissue
I can't trust a bitch 'cause I got issues
Young rich nigga so official
Next up, disrespectful, might offend you (woah)
Bunch of bad broads on the menu
Bunch of foreign cars when we bend through
Next up, disrespectful, might offend you
When it's time for war we send the missiles (woah)

Hangin' by the rope like some dope (like some dope)
Pretty hoe, deep throat 'til she choke (ooh)
Pussy good, super wet, need a boat (need a boat)
Niggas tryna run my way, let 'em float (let 'em die)
Put my young bull on the chain 'cause I miss Snupe (miss Snupe)
Fuck a bad broad, make her kiss Snupe (kiss Snupe)
I can't ever tell a bitch, "I miss you" (miss you)
Better not tell nobody if I kiss you (bitch, you)
Kiss and tell, fuck you good, hit you well (hit you well)
I just made like 20 M's, they say it's an L (what?)
Niggas prayin' that I fall and I wish 'em well
Bitch you crazy, I'm too wavy, I'm like Biggavel'

Poppin' all this shit, need some tissue
I can't trust a bitch 'cause I got issues
Young rich nigga so official
Next up, disrespectful, might offend you (woah)
Bunch of bad broads on the menu
Bunch of foreign cars when we bend through
Next up, disrespectful, might offend you
When it's time for war we send the missiles (woah)

Hit 'em with finesse, kill 'em with success
Nigga lookin' broke, give them niggas stress (broke)
Don't do some shit you know that you gon' regret
Reachin' for my neck, that'll get you stretched (brrrt, brrrt)

Poppin' all this shit, need some tissue
I can't trust a bitch 'cause I got issues
Young rich nigga so official
Next up, disrespectful, might offend you (woah)
Bunch of bad broads on the menu
Bunch of foreign cars when we bend through
Next up, disrespectful, might offend you
When it's time for war we send the missiles (brrrt, brrrt)

We Ball lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Young Thug)

[Meek Mill:]
Yeah!
RIP Dex Osama
Lil Snupe
All the fallen soldiers
Scooter, Truce

When they killed my nigga Snupe I seen my young nigga
In the casket he ain't even have no blood in him
Prolly the reason why I keep taking these drugs quicker
Ain't got no patience for these motherfuckin' fuck niggas
I watch everybody change, they thought I lost it
But now they all bustin' U-ies its goin' cost 'em
I seen Chino shut the casket on the coffin (Truce)
Killed his only big brother and we lost him
So I'ma hold it down 'til we all win
We've been at the clear port ballin'
I just want to see my niggas flossin'
Hundred bands everytime I walk in
If you keep it trill you'll get a blessing for it
Deep down in the trenches with that Wesson on me
My mama, she can't sleep, I come here early mornings (mama)
But mama I got thirty in this dirty .40
Any weapon formed against me shall not prosper
Used to pray them Ramen noodles turned to lobster
Gotta watch my own homies on the roster
'Cause this the type of money get your lined up
And I can't trust nobody
They hit your homie and they knocked the soul out him
They said that they would ride or die but ain't nobody roll 'bout him
Three felonies, ain't graduate, no I am not your role model

[Young Thug:]
I hope the lord got us
When they killed my nigga, I seen the footage on the tape
Man I must've threw up everything I ever ate
Man I know he got some dice at the heaven gates
Kicking shit with all these bitches like he's Kevin Gates
Relax your mind and kick your feet way up
Selling dog food tryna feed my pups
Young rich nigga and I'm built Ford Tough
And I'm throwing through stuff, I don't feel no love
And I shake your body and you still wake up
Taking perkys, man I fill my cup
The feds watching and they still might come, I'm gone
I wan' see my brother with the Patek not the static
Gucci wrap your toe up, got retarded with my daddy
All they seen was red bottoms bleeding by the casket
Perkys got me focused, I done noticed all the damages
I don't see no purpose, in the county eating sandwiches
Lost so many niggas, I went crazy, I couldn't balance it
You can't question god, yeah yeah, these challenges
Sipping on this Actavis, I swear I gotta manage it
SRT the challengers
Make that work do acrobatic flip, accurate
And I'm leaning like a project banister
I'm a boss, I ain't never need a manager
Got rich with Thug scandalous, ayy

Fuck it, we ball, yeah
All the soldiers we lost, yeah
Fuck it, we ball
For all the soldiers we lost
Shawty on percocets in the bag (all the soldiers we lost)
Got a Rollie and a Pateky in my bag (all the soldiers we lost)
She just got a nose job and it went that bad (fuck it, we ball)
I was juggin' round the city, I came back
Fuck it, we ball
Yeah, fuck it, we ball
Tear down the mall, yeah
Fuck it, we ball
Tear down the mall, ayy

These Scars lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Future & Guordan Banks)

[Meek Mill:]
When I was on 'gram entertaining all the rap beefs
We was on the hood goin' to war on the backstreets
Bulletproof Caddy like who said they gon' get at me
Pull up in your hood, niggas running like a track meet
No more Rollies, I'm just buying more properties
Young niggas watching me, give 'em that game properly
Past go twice, skip jail, build a monopoly
Don't let 'em trick you outta your spot
Nigga you gotta be retard or you could treat me out this new Gallardo
Since I been gettin' it, ain't miss a season from Ricardo
Tisci when they see me, know me at Wells Fargo
Still rappin' like it's no tomorrow
So I don't have to stand, let me borrow
And let you in my circle, but that's coming with a cost though
You don't work, you gon' starve yo
Dime in the crib, tip-toeing on the marble
Rockin' all this ice, I'm just tryna hide my scars tho
Somethin' bout that Wraith and them lights, how them stars glow
Give me motivation, out in Miami, know the Haitians
All the hitters got the bitches and I'm MMG
A legend on Collins how they gon' remember me
Young niggas

[Guordan Banks:]
The land they gave us was always ours
Don't close the door, you owe us more, uh
I know that it's hard to face reality, mm
And when they changed, they were all surprised but me
And we buy Wraiths to hide behind these stars, yeah
And we rock all this ice just to hide these scars
If you never seen a dream fade away behind all these bars
And only god can touch your soul behind all these bars, oh

[Future:]
Patek on, iced out, yeah yeah (yeah yeah)
Hundred rounds, brrr, spend live by (brr)
Drankin' purple lean, fuck my sky dive
Ridin' in them Wraiths like a shotta (skrrt skrrt)
Skipped out of school, whipped a deuce to a four
Chanel on my whore, got the marble on my floor
Ten year deal just to wear Diadora
I secure the bag first round, that's of course
Cocaina white inside, that's a Porsche
Came from the gutter, nigga trapping is a sport
Young nigga don't spray the drum in the court
That's the Actavis, pop the seal like a cork
They running out of info, making rumours, what's your source?
Friends turned to foes, niggas leavin' me no choice
Hoes gettin' exposed, make a nigga cut them short
Hit a few licks before I made it out of choice

[Guordan Banks:]
The land they gave us was always ours
Don't close the door, you owe us more, uh
I know that it's hard to face reality, mm
And when they changed, they were all surprised but me
And we buy Wraiths to hide behind these stars, yeah
And we rock all this ice just to hide these scars
If you never seen a dream fade away behind all these bars
And only god can touch your soul behind all these bars, oh

Connect The Dots lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Yo Gotti & Rick Ross)

[Meek Mill:]
Yeah, gang
Chasers, Chasers, Chasers, Chasers, gang
Chasers, Chasers, Chasers, Chasers, gang
Ayy

Brand new Glock .40 with a ladder in that bitch (okay)
32 deep so it don't matter who you get (no way)
All my niggas hittin', it don't matter who you with (okay)
We gon' whack you if you tellin', it don't matter if you snitch
You done told on your homie, you a pussy (you a pussy)
In the kitchen with the Pyrex, baking cookies (cookin' work)
Every time you see me out, I got it with me (Know I got it)
Bending through that Bentley truck, they couldn't miss me
Bought his baby mama a Patek, now that nigga wanna kill me (oh man)
Yeah, bitch I'm talking fifty
If I stand up on my money they can't never overlook me
White come straight from cross the border, you can never overcook it
This that raw, this that raw, bitch I ball like Chris Paul
I switch it to Blake Griffin, they gon' blame that shit on y'all
Homie said that he a blood, we gon' paint that shit on dog
Told my bro to bring his hit, we gon' hang it on the wall
All my shooters trained to go, they've been waitin' on my call
They've been waitin' on that ring to pull that thing and chop it off
To knock you off, brrr

Connect the dots
Connect the dots
Link with the connect and we collect them blocks (that white perico)
Running to a pussy and collect his watch
When we catch him, headshot, disconnect his top

[Yo Gotti:]
Let's talk about the trap, let's talk about the streets (What's up)
You looked up to Jordan we looked up to Meech (Meech)
Clean a nigga block, leave that bitch bleached (brrr)
Spend a half a quarter on a pair of sneaks (woah)
What type of boss is you, you gave your dawg a draco (draco, draco)
Real bosses put their dawgs on the payroll (payroll, payroll)
Drop Rolls Royce, that's a don nigga (don nigga)
I got pocket seats, them bitches orange, nigga (Hermes)
We CMG grizzly, we just sold out the forum
Yeah, hit a button on that new don and watch it transform (transform)
Yeah, you been misinformed
Think you can disrespect the king and hate don't come with harm
Quarter milly on the diamond chain, no charm
Milly Rockin' in the kitchen, tryna make it form (fuck it up, fuck it up)
My religion get this money, Christian or Islam
And my tradition send the money soon they said it's bond
And my lifestyle, don't leave your house without your fucking gun
The goal to leave the hood but not forget where you from

[Meek Mill:]
Connect the dots
Connect the dots
Link with the connect and we collect them blocks (that white perico)
Running to a pussy and collect his watch
When we catch him, headshot, disconnect his top

[Rick Ross:]
All about the timing and I'm feeling so correct
Got all these diamonds, bitches say I seem possessed
You scared of violence so you gotta cut the check
We always styling so my niggas fresh to death
No need for wallets, ball that shit up in my fist
Get out the projects, that's the first one on the list (mama)
Pack up your bags, mama your lil son is shit (mama)
We impeaching niggas, then we hit them with the bliff
Speaking in silence, it's okay to talk in code
It's still lil' booty boys, and gotta shout the zoes
We one of one therefore I tailor-made the clothes
I got the don setted on D's and the lows
Still fly commercial but I don't do TV shows
Fucking a actress so she gotta play the role
You seein' money, what you know, you see the most
Versace diners at a Donatella toast
Black in a 'Vetty, got IG out, watchin' post
They gave him life for living life, that boy was sauce
Who you fadin', pussy boy, go get a body bag
Renzel records, with your Tina Turner contracts
Still war ready, never run with rats
Once again, the dope boys running rap

[Meek Mill:]
Connect the dots
Connect the dots
Link with the connect and we collect them blocks (that white perico)
Running to a pussy and collect his watch
When we catch him, headshot, disconnect his top, ho!

Fall Thru lyrics - Meek Mill

Yeah
Sad to say it but I love you
Don't take no offense but you're my bitch

Yeah, you gone fall through every time a nigga call you
That's why I ball how I ball when I spoil you
We was in Miami, first time I saw you
I was in a Phantom when I pulled up on you
It was late nights, late nights in the bando
Fucking on you good got you bustin' like you Rambo
If you keep it hood so you really understand though
You was there through my ups and downs like a camel

Ass all fat say she get it from her mama
She just want the money, she ain't fuckin' with no bloggers
Fuck you on a PJ the whole way to the Bahamas
Gucci, Valentino, baby, I can be your stylist
Fuck me with your friend, yeah yeah, you was wildin'
1942 shots turn you to a monster
Thuggin' like you 2Pac, you know that I got you
Love the way you ride it, move them hips like you Rihanna
I was supposed to hit, I was never s'pose to cuff you
Put you on my homie 'cause he say he wanna fuck you
When he asked me 'bout you, I just told him that I want you
But now its quiet for you, 'cause I told him that I loved you

You gone fall thru every time a nigga call you
That's why I ball how I ball when I spoil you
We was in Miami, first time I saw you
I was in a Phantom when I pulled up on you
It was late nights, late nights in the bando
Fucking on you good got you bustin' like you Rambo
If you keep it hood so you really understand though
You was there through my ups and downs like a camel

I was locked up, I remember when I hit you
Used to write me back every letter that I sent you
You wasn't my girl but you used to pretend to
When I came home, let me beat it instrumental
Lame left you scarred so I had to reinvent you
If you was car, shit, you ride it like a Benz do
Wraith it with the stars, every time I come and get you
We be goin' hard every time you on that Hen' too
I was in the mix, actin' like a savage
Got another bitch and you told me I could have it
I know you was sick so I doubled back to grab you
So anything you wish, yeah yeah, you can have it

You gone fall thru every time a nigga call you
That's why I ball how I ball when I spoil you
We was in Miami, first time I saw you
I was in a Phantom when I pulled up on you
It was late nights, late nights in the bando
Fucking on you good got you bustin' like you Rambo
If you keep it hood so you really understand though
You was there through my ups and downs like a camel

Whoa, she just want a ride with a shotta, though
I'm an original don dada, though
Knock them all down like dominoes
Make me tell them other bitches, vamonos
Whoa, good gal, bad gal, small city, mad world
She just wanna shine, whoa
And last night was mad real, sunshades, advils, fuck you all the time

You gone fall thru every time a nigga call you
That's why I ball how I ball when I spoil you
We was in Miami, first time I saw you
I was in a Phantom when I pulled up on you
It was late nights, late nights in the bando
Fucking on you good got you bustin' like you Rambo
If you keep it hood so you really understand though
You was there through my ups and downs like a camel

Never Lose lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Lihtz Kamraz)

[Lihtz Kamraz:]
Raf Simmons on my shoes
I would never lose, I would never lose
(Infamous, infamous, infamous)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, huh

I give a fuck what you feel like (You feel)
I'm real that's in real life (Oh my)
Flood the rollie, tryna kill time (Kill)
Close your eyes and I will still shining (Shine)
My bitch tryna play me, she crazy (She crazy)
I'm fucking models on the daily (Ooh)
Anyway a nigga choose, I will never lose, I will never lose
I will never lose (Nah)
I will never lose
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I will never lose (Yeah)
I will never lose
I will never lose
I will never lose, I will never lose
I will never lose
I will never lose, I will never lose

[Meek Mill:]
I've been through hell and back
Started off broke, lost it all, and I bring it back
Talking before the rap, on the corner, was selling crack
Where was the fuck you at? (Where?)
Make sure you tell 'em that (Tell 'em)
Left on your B-day, I said that I ain't coming back
'Cause you stay where them suckers at
I'm too real for that fake shit, you know I'm too real to fuck with that
I could never lose, went and bought some better jewels
Mansion on the hills, with the better views
They was never real, bet they bet I lose
Tell 'em how you feel
Niggas sleeping on me, tell 'em let 'em snooze
When we see them niggas, treat them like they fools
Ayo with the trigger with the half a moon
Everytime I look up, I be in the news
Talking 'bout some shit I probably didn't do
All this controversy I've been through
It can never hurt me if it never murk me
Rest in piece to Snupe, Scooter, and Truz
Know the typa shit that I'm really into
I done put out lil Chino in a Benz too
I'm the motivation for them trenches too
Tell 'em bring up somethin' that I didn't do

Wins and them losses, turned us to bosses (Turned us to bosses)
Yeah, when them niggas started hated, man that's when they lost us
Yeah, I seen their bitches switchin'' sides soon as they cross us
Fuck 'em
But I never trip and I feel like that ball I'ma tourist (Love 'em)

[Lihtz Kamraz:]
I give a fuck what you feel like (You feel)
I'm real that's in real life (Oh my)
Flood the rollie, tryna kill time (Kill)
Close your eyes and I will still shining (Shine)
My bitch tryna play me, she crazy (She crazy)
I'm fucking models on the daily (Ooh)
Anyway a nigga choose, I will never lose, I will never lose
I will never lose (Nah)
I will never lose
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I will never lose (Yeah)
I will never lose
I will never lose
I will never lose, I will never lose
I will never lose
I will never lose, I will never lose

[Meek Mill:]
Yeah, they put my back to the wall
I done seen all this shit happen before
I can't forget that I came from the bottom
But if I look back, I might happen to fall
Started out trapping, was packing that rock
We was trapping that raw
Thirty six O make it back like a boss
I seen they left, they all thought that I lost
Soon as I win, they all clapped and applaud
I seen my dawgs turned their backs, it was slow
I seen that bitch turn her back like a fraud
You turn your back, you can't come back no more
Shown the real monster, just cuttin' them off
Just when they thought, they was laughing at me
I was just sittin' back laughin' at y'all
From battlin' with Reed to rapping with Ross
To bagging famous bitches at the awards
Rags to riches on the tag of the car
Swap the wraith and go and grab me the Dawn
Flood the Patek, let it wrap around my arm
Load the ladder like we ready for war
And all of the energy, they gon' remember me after I'm gone
Still while I'm here nigga, I'm puttin' on
Roll with no fear, I just roll with the storm

[Lihtz Kamraz:]
I give a fuck what you feel like (You feel)
I'm real that's in real life (Oh my)
Flood the rollie, tryna kill time (Kill)
Close your eyes and I will still shining (Shine)
My bitch tryna play me, she crazy (She crazy)
I'm fucking models on the daily (Ooh)
Anyway a nigga choose, I will never lose, I will never lose
I will never lose (Nah)
I will never lose
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I will never lose (Yeah)
I will never lose
I will never lose
I will never lose, I will never lose
I will never lose
I will never lose, I will never lose

Glow Up lyrics - Meek Mill

Da Honorable C.N.O.T.E
Yeah, lil' fish, yeah

I say, lord be my saviour
When it come to gettin' this paper
Please protect me from my haters
Just save me and I won't save her
Say Amen (Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen)
Yeah, they're fuckboys and they can't win
(Can't win, can't win, can't win, can't win, can't win)
Check, check, check, check

Glowin' up, glowin' up, glowin' up
We in this bitch and we goin' up
Glowin' up, glowin' up, glowin' up
She dirty, love my personna
Glowin' up, glowin' up, glowin' up
Remember those feds was on us
We used to trap out them Hondas
Now we pull up in the foreigns
Glow up, glow up
Walk in, show up
Smoke one, roll up
Bad bitch, hold up
Glow up, glow up
Trap boys, don't touch
We strapped, slow up
Glow up, glow up

Yeah, I'm laughin' to the bank
All new blue baby Franks
Pulled up on 'em in the tank, yeah
That guy just a rap guy
I'm so mad fly and he ain't, ooh
Pussy left me baptised
He hit until I fade, woo
I was glowin' up out Miami
They all cornballs, they can't stand me
I finesse her out them panties
I hit raw dog, get a Plan B, hoe
Top boy, that my bro, bro
Old school, that my woah, woah
She fuck me on the low, low
Got her on strings, yoyo
She post up for MCM and we like, "That nigga Jojo"
When we out and we see him he always ask for photos

I say, lord be my saviour
When it come to gettin' this paper
Please protect me from my haters
Just save me and I won't save her
Say Amen (Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen)
Yeah, they're fuckboys and they can't win
(Can't win, can't win, can't win, can't win, can't win)
Check, check, check, check

Glowin' up, glowin' up, glowin' up
We in this bitch and we glowin' up
Glowin' up, glowin' up, glowin' up
She dirty, love my personna
Glowin' up, glowin' up, glowin' up
Remember those feds was on us
We used to trap out them Hondas
Now we pull up in the foreigns
Glow up, glow up
Walk in, show up
Smoke one, roll up
Bad bitch, hold up
Glow up, glow up
Trap boys, don't touch
We strapped, slow up
Glow up, glow up

Yeah, ate that pussy she lucky (Lucky)
I don't fuck her she fuck me (fuck me)
5 mil' cash and tuck it, ooh
Big racks on me buzzin'
I walk up in Neimans, spend 10K just like it's nothin'
I hang with the demons, they don't play by me, we cuttin'
Woo, I was coolin' out Atlanta
Mix the codeine with the Fanta
Off them Perccy's, I got stamina
I go monkey off that banana, hoe
Get with that bitch, she gon' do just what I say
Pull up on her, fast as Uber in that Wraith
She so bad but she say put it on her face
I feel guilty, I might as well just plead my case, hey

I say, lord be my saviour
When it come to gettin' this paper
Please protect me from my haters
Just save me and I won't save her
Say Amen (Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen)
Yeah, they're fuckboys and they can't win
(Can't win, can't win, can't win, can't win, can't win)
Check, check, check, check

Glowin' up, glowin' up, glowin' up
We in this bitch and we glowin' up
Glowin' up, glowin' up, glowin' up
She dirty, love my personna
Glowin' up, glowin' up, glowin' up
Remember those feds was on us
We used to trap out them Hondas
Now we pull up in the foreigns
Glow up, glow up
Walk in, show up
Smoke one, roll up
Bad bitch, hold up
Glow up, glow up
Trap boys, don't touch
We strapped, slow up
Glow up, glow up

Young Black America lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. The-Dream)

[The-Dream:]
Young black America
Young black America
Young black America
Young black America
Young black America
Young black America

[Meek Mill:]
Yeah, I was on that corner, tryna get my coins up
Coppers run up on us and we turn to Jackie Joyner
White man kill a black man, they never report us
Black man kill a white man, they gon' start a war up
Mama she was sour, sippin' on the Absolut
Young niggas brainwashed, they just wanna rap and hoop
Could've been a lawyer until they came and shackled you
Felons on your records so them jobs ain't gettin' back at you
Them kids ain't eat yet, so you can't even sleep yet
That's the only thing we ever saw, we repeat that
They was playing ball, fouled him hard, said I'd be back
Broad day, threw his life away, soon as he clapped
Gave that boy a life sentence, made his momma relapse
Damn, they don't understand
Comin' from the bottom, it's so hard to make a plan
Know them kids beefin', they let it get out of hand
OGs never told us nothin' in advance
Young niggas killing young niggas, shit is like the Klan, I said
Told my young nigga, "You the man," I said
You don't wanna end up like my man Ahmed
Praying five times a day, prostration on his head
Screamin' isha Lord that he don't make it to the feds
Caught up in the system, visit from his sister
Talkin' 'bout all these niggas, how they ain't even with him
Said they would ride or die, but it ain't even in 'em
Always postin' on the 'Gram, but hey ain't sendin' pictures
Never answer when you call, but answer for them bitches
Got you thinking twice, damn I should've been a witness
Dismantle my business, just telling my story
All guns, no glory, been going on before me
We slaves in the '40s, still slaves in the present
No toys for Christmas, ain't get us no presents
Only made us evil, made us hungry, made us desperate
Youngin' in the 9th grade, he got a Smith and Wesson
Grew up with the goons, now he need protection
He dropped outta school, then he got arrested
Lord with a blessing, I just hope he learned his lesson
They told us, if we go to jail, we would be respected
They told us, if we make a sale, we would run a check in
Threw a rock out in that field, and got intercepted
He stumbled, he fumbled, y'all niggas just rumble
They told you to hustle, them niggas don't love you

[The-Dream:]
Young black American, (na na)
Wanna live like the fairer skin, (na na)
Fall to the paradigm, (na na)
Occupied on that Marilyn, (na na)
The prophecies of the wild nigga, no church
My uncles said stop bitching nigga, no skirts
It's kinda crazy there's another world on the other side of town
Pastor rollin' up in that Rolls
Pullin' up in that Holy Ghost
Preaching, while niggas dying by the Bible code
The destruction, the hate
The obstruction of my faith
My prayers, my faith
Will never be the same

Young black America
Young black America
Young black America
Young black America
Young black America
Young black America
Young black America
Young black America
Young black America
Young black America
Young black America

Open lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Verse Simmonds)

[Verse Simmonds:]
Baby, just open, like I got the password to your heart
Got you wide open
You can open wide, you can take it off
Open, open, baby just open
Can you keep it open?

[Meek Mill:]
Yeah, fucking you like I just got out the pen
I got you open like I got the pin
Fly out the city and I'll fly you in
Girl, yeah, she bought her homie and I got a friend
She throw it back, dirty whining again
Instant replay, I rewind it again
Shawty bust it open, lay it down
Had to brush up on it, tell her say it now
Niggas hatin' on me, throwin' shade now
'Cause I'm gettin' money and I'm paid now
Had to run it up, on my way now
Only jealous 'cause them niggas lay it down
Got her in a Maybach with her pants down
Put the curtains up and put your head down
Do a headstand, put your ass up
If the pussy good, I get a cash out
If you fucking with me, better answer
Balling in the city like I'm a Raptor
She be only fucking with the trappers
Know the hatin' shit ain't gettin' past us
'Cause you only told her that I only want to hit it
Preachin' to the choir, you the baddest (Ohh)

[Verse Simmonds:]
Baby, just open, like I got the password to your heart
Got you wide open
You can open wide, you can take it off
Open, open, baby just open
Can you keep it open?

Shawty, keep it open like it's 7/11
We might make a scene and shoot that movie wherever
I'm gonna write my name on my tongue, tongue, tongue
All over your body, yeah I know what you want
Keeps them legs up in the air
All this room in the Panemera, girl, that's enough for me
I know we just did it, like do it again, girl, that wasn't enough for me
All these tender kisses, all the way, girl
Then I put them kisses below your waistline
You know I don't play around
Do you better than the last time
Going it like Curry from the baseline
Triple up and dip it low, lay it down
Hit it like I just got out of facetime
Got her thanking mama for that ass now
Got her thanking daddy 'cause you classy
Got her thanking mouth 'cause you nasty

Baby, just open, like I got the password to your heart
Got you wide open
You can open wide, you can take it off
Open, open, baby just open
Can you keep it open?

[Meek Mill:]
Lil' fish talk (Ah ha ha)
Ah, told her that I would protect her
Went to the jeweler, Patek'd her
Patek Phillipe, she grabbing it deep
She caught it like OD Beckham, pause
Had it, but she never let 'em, ah
Hit it 'cause I do it better, ah
I'm in here, changing the weather, ah
Level up, change for the better, ah
Fuck around and be on TMZ
Paparazzi popping when you be with me
I be flexin' on 'em like it's GNC see
Got that bomb, bomb, call you T.N.T
Only pom-poms when the wall in
Talking bron-bron when I hit the three
Got you open when we coastin'
Talking wraith talk when we rolling like

[Verse Simmonds:]
Baby, just open, like I got the password to your heart
Got you wide open
You can open wide, you can take it off
Open, open, baby just open
Can you keep it open?

Ball Player lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Quavo)

That, that, that, that, that, that be Maaly Raw!

[Quavo:]
Pulled off in an Aston, ten hoes in a mansion
Only two of 'em natural, other eight all plastic
They don't wanna go to college but the brain intelligent
Make me wanna do the Heisman when I drink the right medicine
Ball player, ball player, crib in the Himalayas
Put my bitch in the streets, you put your bitch on the shelves
Big weight, fish scales, blue bird in the mail
Feelin' like Blue's Clues, here come the mail, I wanna yell

[Meek Mill:]
Yeah, fuck up a check (fuck it up)
I might go flood the Patek
I'm at the jeweler, 200 in cash
I tell that nigga to bust at my neck
I'm with your bitch and she bustin' it down
Bustin' it open, we bustin' at necks
I let it go when I bust in her mouth
She come in the kitchen, you love her to death (ew)
Kickin' that shit like Bruce Lee
Zone, zone, zone, no 2, 3
I won't fuck her sushi
Stacking that paper like loose leaf
Pull up in the hood, we too deep
Big Maybach, like 'scuse me
My friends dead like Uzi's
I don't play with no goofies, hell no!

[Quavo:]
Pulled off in an Aston, ten hoes in a mansion
Only two of 'em natural, other eight all plastic
They don't wanna go to college but the brain intelligent
Make me wanna do the Heisman when I drink the right medicine
Ball player, ball player, crib in the Himalayas
Put my bitch in the streets, you put your bitch on the shelves
Big weight, fish scales, blue bird in the mail
Feelin' like Blue's Clues, here come the mail, I wanna yell

Pickin' up dope with the U-Haul (dope)
Wrist cold like Utah (burr)
Waterboy, foosball (water)
Waterboy, foosball (let's go)
I bet you niggas can't re-up (no)
Swimmin' in dope with my knees up (dope)
Migo gang, streets need us
DreamChasers, streets need us
Put that pot in that stove, watch it come back yay
Keep your eye on that road, when you're pushin' yay
Extra percent for my assassin
Tell my shooters, "Do 'em nasty"
No witness, no evidence (no evidence)
Put 'em all in a casket

Pulled off in an Aston, ten hoes in a mansion
Only two of 'em natural, other eight all plastic
They don't wanna go to college but their brain intelligent
Make me wanna do the Heisman when drink the right medicine
Ball player, ball player, crib in the Himalayas
Put my bitch in the streets, you put your bitch on the shelves
Big weight, fish scales, blue bird in the mail
Feelin' like Blue's Clues, here come the mail, I wanna yell

Here come the mail, I wanna yell
Here come the mail, I wanna yell
Here come the mail, I wanna yell
Here come the mail, I wanna yell

[Meek Mill:]
Gang, gang, woo!
Shipping them packs through the FedEx
Send it, just give me ya address
Handling shipping, we charge you
Price up and down like it’s NASDAQ
Scoop a supermodel in the Murcielago
Hit her, make her take a cab back
You put your bitch on shelf nigga
I make my hoe bring that cash back
Put that Pyrex on the stove
Water whip, 28 jump, yeah
Trap house boomin, Feds at the door
Nigga like, "What do they want?", yeah
We shooting dice on a PJ
I put ya bitch in a 3 way
I hit her up for the replay
And she bring it back like a DJ

[Quavo:]
Pulled off in an Aston, ten hoes in a mansion
Only two of 'em natural, other eight all plastic
They don't wanna go to college but their brain intelligent
Make me wanna do the Heisman when drink the right medicine
Ball player, ball player, crib in the Himalayas
Put my bitch in the streets, you put your bitch on the shelves
Big weight, fish scales, blue bird in the mail
Feelin' like Blue's Clues, here come the mail, I wanna yell
Pulled off in an Aston, ten hoes in a mansion
Only two of 'em natural, other eight all plastic
They don't wanna go to college but their brain intelligent
Make me wanna do the Heisman when drink the right medicine
Ball player, ball player, crib in the Himalayas
Put my bitch in the streets, you put your bitch on the shelves
Big weight, fish scales, blue bird in the mail
Feelin' like Blue's Clues, here come the mail, I wanna yell

Made It From Nothing lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Teyana Taylor & Rick Ross)

[Teyana Taylor:]
I know you thought I wouldn't shine like this
They know I took my time with the shit
Diamonds on my neck, I blind them with the wrist
Hey, it feels good when you make it from nothing
I grind like this
So I can shine like this
Them diamonds on my wrist
It feels good when you make it from nothing

[Meek Mill:]
Uh, North Philly in my bloodstream, nigga
South Philly from my dad genes, nigga
I could wear my dad jeans
Bought my mom and sister a new crib when that cash came
Nigga, put some respect up on my last name
No better feelin' than seeing my cousin serve his last fiend
No better feelin' seein' lil Papi talkin French to me
All this money, these pussies will never get to me
Why you think you never hear 'bout what they did to me?
Hunnid bands, quarter milli, talking big money
I'm want you dead and nobody stopping shit, homie
Cause honestly we give a fuck about your big homie
Fuck it, posted in the jungle with a ladder
How can they compare me to a rapper?
Did it for attention 'cause he had to
Niggas broke, their opinions never mattered
Fuck 'em!

[Teyana Taylor:]
Damn, it feels good from way up here
Damn, it feels good, baby
Yeah, from way up here

I know you thought I wouldn't shine like this
They know I took my time with the shit
Diamonds on my neck, I'm blogging with the wrist
Hey, it feels good when you make it from nothin'
I grind like this
So I can shine like this
Them diamonds on my wrist
It feels good when you make it from nothin'

[Rick Ross:]
Dreamchasers, accomplishments are remarkable
Big fish, little fish
I always need a prayer before we do the toast
My circle competitive, let's see who move the most
I gave my niggas game before they knew the ropes
Now let's talk about numbers, I really do 'em both
I still got two real uncles who still be doing dope
One of them used to run with a fluky stokes
So many new faces sometimes I do get ghosts
Still one call away from ones who really knew me most
Staying in my lane out of the uzi smoke
You only beating cases based on who you know
Public defender gave him a funeral
Juvenile sent to Rikers, he never knew the rules
Assesin' religions, he don’t know who to choose
Let's bow our head over these Ramen noodles
God is the greatest and I pray for peace
Still rolling up that leaf, Mr. Drew Ali, I salute you

[Teyana Taylor:]
Damn, it feels good from way up here
Damn, it feels good, baby
Yeah, from way up here

I just want the money, baby, yeah yeah yeah, hey
What they want from me, baby? Yeah yeah yeah, whoa
And we still want it, baby
Money is coming, we still run dough
Niggas run up but we never lay low
Niggas kept it real so we never lay low, never lay low
Run through the money, going way up
Money on the wheels go way up
The doors on the coupe go way up
It's so easy to hate us
Niggas in the club spilling Aces of Spades
Popping on the bub' and they love a check
Niggas going somewhere, I'ma make it
If you ain't got my money, I'ma take that
They probably thought a nigga wouldn't shine like this
Got deals so I signed like this
Diamonds on my neck, I blind them with the wrist
Hey, yeah
I'ma change my mind on you
You know how we do
I'm eating lobster on a plate now

Price lyrics - Meek Mill

Shit, ever since I got money
I ain't been happy like I used to
They say, "You got pay the cost to be a boss"
Check this
When you the nigga with the money
Somebody go to jail, you gotta pay they bail
Somebody die, they gon' turn to you for the funeral
But I just be thinking like, "When I'm gon' be able gon' able to turn to somebody, shit"
Bosses got feelings too
I done did shit for niggas a thousand times
Told 'em no one time and watch 'em talk about me crazy, run and bite my back out
But I still stood tall

Uh, when you sitting at the top and you think you seen it all
Caught up with your dreams with nobody else to call
With tears up on my face, 'cause I know I'm gon' be straight
Had to cut a couple homies
Had to learn from my mistakes
This the price of being great
Oh, this the price of being great
They hate you when you're winning
But they love you when you're broke
This the price of being great
This the price of being great
Oh, this the price of being great
They hate you when you're winning
But they love it when you when you break
This the price of being great

This the price of having money
And the price of being great
Had to cut a couple homies
Never heard them tell me thanks
I've been washing all my problems
With these perks and all this drank
All that shit just made me tank
Had me drawn let me paint
4 in the morning 88
Graveyard shiftin' it
A dollar to my name and I remembered it
A niggas said I owe 'em. How?
That shit the sound ridiculous
Tell a nigga "No", and they gon' show you who they really is
Trappin' since little kid, did a little bid, but I bounced back like the bullet did when it ricocheted, hit the little kid
This what it is, when the ice cream truck come through
Ain't have a dollar, that shit just made me to a boss
Word to my father, woah

Uh, when you sitting at the top and you think you seen it all
Caught up with your dreams with nobody else to call
With tears up on my face, 'cause I know I'm gon' be straight
Had to cut a couple homies
Had to learn from my mistakes
This the price of being great
Oh, this the price of being great
They hate you when you're winning
But they love you when you break
This the price of being great
This the price of being great
Oh, this the price of being great
They hate you when you're winning
But they love it when you when you break
This the price of being great

Yeah, ain't no price on the money
Ain't no price in the Lord
I got outta the system, I jumped right on the Forbes
When I got out the ghetto, I jumped right on the tour
When I stunt on that Instagram, I'm just showing them more
I'm just showing them better see how to make it through any weather
Back when I said I would make it they was telling me never
Only get one chance better take it, only one shot, boy, you betta
How you survive in the jungle
He be movin' so clever
I'm talkin' Tony Baretta to make it back to my son
Talkin' crab in the barrel, they pull you back where I'm from
That's why we loadin' extendos up in the back of the gun
Posted up on that corner see the paddy wagon, we run, whoa

This the price of being great
Oh, this the price of being great
They hate you when you're winning
But they love you when you're break
This the price of being great
This the price of being great
Oh, this the price of being great
They hate you when you're winning
But they love it when you when you break
This the price of being great


EP: "Meekend Music II" (2017)

Save Me lyrics - Meek Mill

I fell in love with these streets, I seen a hundred thou
Started fuckin' bad bitches, I went running wild (gone)
I just pray Papi forgive me, ain't seen my son a while (I pray)
I go and pick him up from school to see him fucking smile (facts)
Somebody save me, save me
Tryna please a bitch, it almost drove me crazy
I was breakin' bread with niggas that was shady
I said I would never change but shit it changed me
Somebody save me, save me
Twenty-three and one, it almost drove me crazy
In a cell all alone, can't let it phase me
I just wanna make it home to see my baby

I fell in love with these streets, I seen a hundred thou
Bustin' choppers, sellin' dope, I went to runnin' wild
Threw a drum up in my forty, shoot a hundred times
Two hundred thou my cousin's case to see his daughter smile
Somebody save me, save me
All this lean and all these percs gon' drive me crazy
I see niggas switchin' sides like they KD
I can't let it kill my vibe 'cause I'm too wavy
This what I wanted, I'ma own it
Anything I ever said I'm standing on it
Got my dog in the feds, he turned informant
I just pray that he don't say some shit to harm us

I fell in love with these streets, I seen a hundred thou
Started fuckin' bad bitches, I went running wild (gone)
I just pray Papi forgive me, ain't seen my son a while (I pray)
I go and pick him up from school to see him fucking smile (facts)
Somebody save me, save me
Tryna please a bitch, it almost drove me crazy
I was breakin' bread with niggas that was shady
I said I would never change but shit it changed me
Somebody save me, save me
Twenty-three and one, it almost drove me crazy
In a cell all alone, can't let it phase me
I just wanna make it home to see my baby

One time my dog tried to lie me, must've lost his mind
When he know how we get down when niggas cross the line
And I hate to be the one that gotta call his mom
That money mix up with that greed, it happen all the time
If I can't trust you, it's fuck you
Know that money ain't a thang, I tell 'em touch you
Know them boys gon' bust your brain, I push a button
To make it home to see me son, know I'm gon' crush you
'Cause that's important, to keep it one hundred
I just wanna make it home to see my youngin (Papi)
Move my family out the ghetto all I wanted
Left me dancing with the devil, chasing this money
Amen

I fell in love with these streets, I seen a hundred thou
Started fuckin' bad bitches, I went running wild (gone)
I just pray Papi forgive me, ain't seen my son a while (I pray)
I go and pick him up from school to see him fucking smile (facts)
Somebody save me, save me
Tryna please a bitch, it almost drove me crazy
I was breakin' bread with niggas that was shady
I said I would never change but shit it changed me
Somebody save me, save me
Twenty-three and one, it almost drove me crazy
In a cell all alone, can't let it phase me
I just wanna make it home to see my baby

And I'm so tired of makin' moves and gotta keep the tool
Gotta hide it from my son, I pick him up from school
With them papers with it, some would tell me I'm a fool
But all these hating niggas wanna see me on the news
And they debating on a nigga if I'm gon' win or lose
'Bout this paper I seen real niggas forget the rules
And I can't trust these bitches, I know they gon' pick and choose
No I can't trust these bitches, I know they gon' pick and choose
Amen

I fell in love with these streets, I seen a hundred thou
Started fuckin' bad bitches, I went running wild (gone)
I just pray Papi forgive me, ain't seen my son a while (I pray)
I go and pick him up from school to see him fucking smile (facts)
Somebody save me, save me
Tryna please a bitch, it almost drove me crazy
I was breakin' bread with niggas that was shady
I said I would never change but shit it changed me
Somebody save me, save me
Twenty-three and one, it almost drove me crazy
In a cell all alone, can't let it phase me
I just wanna make it home to see my baby

Young Nigga Dreams lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. YFN Lucci & Barcelini)

[Meek Mill:]
Yeah
I got Lucci in this bitch with me
On some real shit, I remember we ain't had nothing
Dead broke, I'm talking pain and suffering
They ain't goin' feel my pain, they don't know where we come from

I can talk shit 'cause I was shit
Diamonds shining on me, need a off switch
Niggas talking crazy, get 'em all hit
Put the call in from Dubai, on some boss shit
Brand new Maybach, this ain't Ross shit
This my shit, I be talking fly shit
Clean them niggas up with that mop stick
Hating on me, that'll get your baby mom hit
Touching Caicos, spending pesos
Niggas flying private with them Draco's
Pull up in your city, like it ain't yours
Put a check up on your hitter, and it's case closed
Still change hoes like I change clothes
Chain froze, Range Rov', and I'm playin' Hov
Flashbacks, seeing cops in them plain clothes
My nigga fighting open cases and they ain't close

[YFN Lucci:]
I'm a young king
I'm a young king
Remember all them nightmares, all them bad dreams
Remember all them nights man, when we didn't have a thing
So it's only right a nigga living like a king
How you goin' tell me you ain't never had dreams
If it was to be a baller or triple beam
We goin' fuck 'em all up, with the whole team
Young nigga
Y-Young nigga dream

[Meek Mill:]
Niggas talking tough, we calling you bluff
Took a call, got him hit, while I'm talking to Puff
Man down, man I shouldn't be talking this stuff
The nigga that you claiming hitter, the target to us
Caught him in the morning, like it's [?]
Doc plugging cables to him like its Time Warner
Time to pull the plug on him, let his mom mourn him
Got a suicide squad like a bomb on him
Spin a block on a nigga talking rah rah
He was playin' with the birdies, now it's bye-bye
I know Jigga, I know Emory and Ty-Ty
Roc-Nation on my chain, 'cause it's Ta-Da
Nigga, I'm the truth, I'm like W'Allah
Every time I make a movie it be Sci-Fi
Looking scary in that Ghost when I ride by
Niggas sayin' I wouldn't make it, I'm like why lie
I know magic, I'm a savage
It's a plane, it's a bird, it's a bad bitch
I ain't trippin' 'bout her, you can have it
They was happy when we was broke, now we mad rich
Young nigga, talkin' cash shit
You can tell we ain't never really had shit
Turned my momma public house into a glass crib
Now my guest house bigger than my last crib

[YFN Lucci:]
I'm a young king
I'm a young king
Remember all them nightmares, all them bad dreams
Remember all them nights man, when we didn't have a thing
So it's only right a nigga living like a king
How you goin' tell me you ain't never had dreams
If it was to be a baller or triple beam
We goin' fuck 'em all up, with the whole team
Young nigga
Y-Young nigga dream

[Barcelini:]
See, they treated us like peasants
But we always knew we had the blood of kings pumping through our veins
Dreamchasers, we took the stone out the rubber and built a palace
Money, power, and violence
Sippin' Spade on the Island
Killin' these niggas, moment of silence-
'Cause we done rose through the slums and beat all odds
We the poster child for every young nigga in the streets
You see us on T.V., you see who your son's inspiring to be
It was plenty nights, man, we ain't had nothin' to eat
I'm talking, cup of noodles or maybe some cream of wheat
Now it's French [?] when we feel like it
We don't even do Philippe's
I mean, you wouldn't believe me if I showed you
I'm talking 10-15 thousand dollars on the tab, that's just on wine
This lifestyle, it'll blow your mind
You know, we goin' have it our way
Young kings, living out the dream
Bossed up, on every scene
The Mobb nigga, Barcelini

Organized Chaos lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Eearz)

[Meek Mill:]
Homies dead and I miss 'em
Rest caught up in the system
Trayvon Martin in a hoodie, MAC with a fully, I won't be a victim
Pyrex stove in the kitchen
Pray the lord gon' forgive us
Go to war with the realest
For the love of Benjis, saw it in my dinner
I went from captain to K
Catchin' a bus to catchin' a Wraith
Banana boy, up in my Bape
I'm tryna catch me an eighth
They tryna touch on my safe
I cannot barely can sleep
I gotta lay with my peeps
Every single fuckin' day of the week
They killed my daddy in nine-two
I had to stay in the streets
Warrin' with niggas from down the block
I had to wake up to beef
Forty gon' wake up the neighbors
They gotta wake up to me
Smokin' dope got me paranoid like the Reaper was waitin' for me
Tell my opps that we gon' die about this shit
I come from a place where niggas die about a diss
You ain't in the hood so we can't slide by your strip
Cookin' so much fuckin' work I might get high off that brick

[Eearz:]
Can't ever forget, can't ever forget
Them haters remind me, to get back on my [?]
Where I come from niggas 'round here die 'bout that shit
Me and mine so fuck the other side, I am drippy
This shit that remind me, all the days I had less
Hatin' on me but why? you should go get a check
You gon' do what to who? better say it with your chest
We gon' come for your neck, I suggest you protect

Ma died back in oh-five, it was no one but me
Popped out that pussy nine-two, fell in love with the streets
I do not do perpetuations, these real talk and the statements
Hide the masses, I hit payment
I need street participation
They said that I wouldn't be nothin'
It's just like a fuckin' nigga to be hatin'
I got business for myself and he ain't
I'm tryna pull up, make the whole block faint
The coupe stained inside, candy paint
I pass the [?] 'cause a nigga don't drank it
Only get faded on special occasions
Like when I get them new Ben Franks
I got niggas on the roof and the flank
For the ones who think diamonds be blank
We hit him up at the top of his tank
Strong arm who, bitch I get dank
Told him strip, let the lil baby spray
Now off rip name heavy in the race
Need no nigga, I depend on my faith
I bet they give me a Wraith and a [?]
Put all the play aways in the game and put a [?] out his ways
See niggas don't know about all the pain and see all my struggle
See I came straight out of them crevices and that gutter
These niggas don't know about it, better then not tell 'em I show 'em, yeah I show 'em

Can't ever forget, can't ever forget
Them haters remind me, to get back on my [?]
Where I come from niggas 'round here die 'bout that shit
Me and mine so fuck the other side, I am drippy
This shit that remind me, all the days I had less
Hatin' on me but why? you should go get a check
You gon' do what to who? better say it with your chest
We gon' come for your neck, I suggest you protect

[Meek Mill:]
Yeah, they'll smoke you for a Rollie
Niggas kill him for a Cuban
Gotta watch how I'm movin'
Freddie Kruger with the Ruger
They'll kill you when you're talkin' peace
Learned that shit from Martin Luther
Gotta move with a shooter
More jewels than a jeweler
Niggas be hating for what
You should go get you a check
Diamonds they jumping like checkers
But we still moving like chess
Head shot, head shot
Bang bang, what you gon' do with that vest?
Ran off like thirty bricks
Give a fuck 'bout who the connect
We was just living to die
Now we just dying to live
They put my dog in the sky
We spilling bottles to live
You better check your homie 'fore I put a check on the top of his head
Bitches be checking for me 'cause they know a nigga on top of his bread
I drop four like Uno
Fuck a popstar, get kudos
Two bad hoes in my two door
Flooded my fleece on [?]
Went OG on your OG
My young nigga he a fool though
We had to go get it OT
I made a milly off two O's

[Eearz:]
Can't ever forget, can't ever forget
Them haters remind me, to get back on my [?]
Where I come from niggas 'round here die 'bout that shit
Me and mine so fuck the other side, I am drippy
This shit that remind me, all the days I had less
Hatin' on me but why? you should go get a check
You gon' do what to who? better say it with your chest
We gon' come for your neck, I suggest you protect

Bag Talk lyrics - Meek Mill

I can hear it in your voice you wasn't never in this shit nigga
We still at war

Young niggas totin' Glocks
Sellin' dope, poppin' wheelies
When the feds came through, they scooped the whole South Philly
When the feds came through, they scooped the whole South Philly
We was grinding, they was hating
Perfect time to get this money, I was patient
We was Gucci, they was snaking
Only one to keep it real when they was faking
Ain't a nigga 'round me I ain't give a hundred bands to
Never falling out, about them bitches that we ran through
When you get the money like I got it they can't stand you
Fuck 'em, we at war with the system, in the streets
Bulletproof I'm in the trenches, niggas said that I got beef
I can't really trust these niggas 'bout this cash, and I can't sleep
And my homie lined my other homie up, 'cause he a creep
Show no love for that pussy ass nigga, it get deep
For the love of that Benji, we spillin' blood in them streets
And I know why they hate me, it ain't no love in them streets
He was hinting at work, we thought it was love it was cheap
He was sellin' us that reerock, pumping us on that Reebok
Damn, thought you was all here, found out that we not
Slid up on him wit three Glocks, did him dirty for three blocks
Turn that boy to a freeze pop, shoot him into a [?]
It's a dog-eat-dog environment
Young niggas killing, all the old heads retiring
And the sound of that 30 start to sound inspiring
When you pull up on them, I start firing
Please don't judge us, they done killed our brothers
We done starved all winter they gon feel our summers
I went drop top Don on 'em, we do numbers
And when we get a chance to rain on 'em, we gon' flood 'em
Fuck 'em, fuck 'em

I told 'em, I'mma pray for 'em
All that drama I feel like I'm made for
Catch a body, take it to the grave for me
And if they pop you off, you'll never change on me, no
Bag talk, put a bag on her, let that cash talk
[?]
Killed the niggas [?]
Why you take it that far?
[?] everybody, you gotta understand, dog
We the type to call the house and have a standoff
Make a thottie call your homie, that's a man-off

We ain't never been loved, so we don't know how it feel
They so used to the fake shit, they don't know what was real
All my enemies, frenemies, I don't know who to kill
I don't know who gon' keep it silent and know who gon' squeal
I can't tell no more
I don't know who's [?]
'Cause it all got fuzzy and came down to that money
I seen niggas eatin' from me, made me watch while I'm hungry
Bitches changed for the fame, you gotta watch them they phony
I don't know where I'm going, I need navigation
They came and got a young niggas 'for they graduation
Spent some time on that Patek still ain't got no patience
Gave my nigga 20 years, put him on vacation
Every time I'm in the hood, I be on some Wraith shit
Stars all in the ceiling, feel like it's a spaceship
In them streets, we still in there, niggas think we made it
They just killed my little cousin, wish I could've saved him
'Member times out in Vegas when we did it major
Niggas turned they back on us, I feel like they played us
I feel like they try to use us, I can't do no favors
Gotta watch these niggas close 'cause they been catchin' vapors

EP: "Meekend Music" (2017)

$lay lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. A$AP Ferg)

[Meek Mill:]
Yeah
Chasing
Chasing that bag, chasing that bag
Chasing
Whoo
Aye
Lil fish

Woke up this morning I had a mƩnage
Loaded the foreigns I packed the garage
We do it big like we back in the sky
Maybe I'll sell if I rap and I lie
Maybe I'll sell if I let niggas write it
These niggas swagger jacking and they bitin'
This for my niggas trappin' out them Hondas
Tryna get designer Gucci they attire
Walk in this bitch and it's quiet
I break a heart then I buy it
I probably get her a Birkin
I take that back, shit I'm lying
I'm on the jet when I'm flying
I'm in the Bentley, I'm wheelin'
I'm in the trench with my niggas and I know the feeling to see 20 million
Funny money niggas counterfeit
I could tell you ain't been around the shit
Like a swiper, when I got the black card
80 of them burners if they counterfeit
Seen the money, and I know the sound of it
It go (vrrrt vrrrt!)
That's a lot of it
Know that language that money machine clicking
They been rap dissing, I ain't seen, niggas
Know Omelly ready, I got Dean with us
7 on me, I got Leem with us
Like that dirty dirty, how I lean niggas
My wrist so subzero like freeze niggas
Finish them niggas, I put an end to them niggas
I'm on the roof with that scope
When I hit them little bitches like Remy my nigga

[A$AP Ferg:]
You save 'em, we slay 'em
Girl I ball

Whip whip whip, whip it
Me and your bitch in a Bentley
Making it rain when she strippin'
Hold up the umbrella like Bentley
Fuck with a nigga that's righteous
Call me Mr. East Coast I'm the tightest
I remember when bedbugs was biting
God bless me like a nigga got sinus
Ooh
Holy Ghost, I'm a baptist
Fucking on ratchets
Might get a Met Gala actress
Who give me the top when I slap it
Feeling like DJ Khaled
She grabbin' on my dick getting careless
Man I had to kill this beat, I'm a savage
Meek Milly drop 20 on the atlas

[Meek Mill:]
Back in this bitch and you know we reloaded
Look at the credits and tell you who wrote it
I had that bitch on my dick and she rode it
And she wouldn't speak to you niggas and you know it
I'm out in Cali I'm looking for Khloe
Kylie, Kourtney or maybe Kendall, finesse with that swagger You know ima swindle you niggas don't getting the shit that I'm mental
Shit that I'm saying will prolly offend you
You acting rowdy like Bobby was with you
You only talk when that molly up in you
Man, you'll figure out when that tommy'll hit you
Got bad bitches in the A down in MIA talking in the bay
When I'm on the west we ain't giving fades
Cause I got the cake, draco with the lazer on it
I hit her page, I'm on it
I like her pictures for warning
DM that bitch for the kill
She answer back, I'mma swarm it
Probably all be in Florida
I put your bitch in that cool water
Say I remind her of 2Pac
32 shots in my oowop
She fuck me good, get a new bitch
She keep it tricking a new shop
Went to Miami on Monday
By Tuesday I heard that them dudes shot
I do not know about situations
Said that I ever saw two cops
I will not sleep if you made a statement
Sorry the dudes and the dudes not

[A$AP Ferg:]
You save 'em, we slay 'em
Girl I ball (Ball, ball, ball, ball)

Look at the ride it's filthy
Look at that shit man
Earlier I was just standing there looking at this shit
Like God damn
There's really a Wraith, a Bentley, a Bentley, a Maybach and a bullet proof car
This the shit I really be on you know what I'm saying
It's the life
I'm really happy around like
This is real shit

Backboard lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Young Thug)

That be Maaly Raw
(M-m-m-murda)

[Young Thug:]
Hey, 200 miles on the dashboard (skrt-skrt-skrt)
I came from serving them bags out a back-porch
(Serving them bags out a back-porch)
We hit that boy with a stick cause he asked for it
(Hit that boy with a stick caused he asked for it)
Russell just through run that brick off a backboard
(Run through that brick off a backboard)
80k on, it's a backend, backend
I hit that lil boy with a Mac-10, Mac-10
I spent like 4 racks on a jacket, fashion
I fuck that ho with a passion, I'm everlasting

[Meek Mill:]
I am a leader, (boss)
Never a follower (never a follower, whoo)
You a dick eater, your girl's a swallower (she official my nigga)
No I won't hit her, she not in my caliber (wouldn't even hit that thot)
We've been stunting a long time, I know that they tired of us (niggas is sick, woah)
I ain't around no fuck boy
Cup full [?] tub boy
Big D's on truck boy (skrt-skrt)
All my young niggas sell boy (young nigga)
Young boy going like Elroy (yeah)
Big booty back in the Goyard (Goyard)
Sit the whole thing in the [?]
These niggas [?] airborne
Flood my Patek
Young boy still getting at it (at it)
21 shots my FN (brrrr)
Young rich nigga living savage (savage)
You in the hood, gotta check in
We the side never need passes (no)
These fuck boys so swagless, 4500 my jacket, fashion
(Skrt-skrt)

[Young Thug:]
Hey, 200 miles on the dashboard (skrt-skrt-skrt)
I came from serving them bags out a back-porch
(Serving them bags out a back-porch)
We hit that boy with a stick cause he asked for it
(Hit that boy with a stick caused he asked for it)
Russell just through run that brick off a backboard
(Run through that brick off a backboard)
80k on, it's a backend, backend
I hit that lil boy with a Mac-10, Mac-10
I spent like 4 racks on a jacket, fashion
I fuck that ho with a passion, I'm everlasting

Your bitch'll call me Mr. Big
My house a year old like a kid
We murk 'em then we dodge the pigs
Put a dirt bike on your wig
Could be court side with your bitch (skrt)
Could be worldwide, I'm a trend (woah)
Make her snort a line like a pin (snh)
Nigga diamonds jumping out the gym
Take it all off, take it all off with your friends, ay
Play with my dogs, then we going off with your head, yeah
The Percocets on me, a young nigga take a lot of meds
I pop me a dirty now I walk around like I'm dead (dead man walking)
I'm high as the law, I'm lit like July the 4th
Double RC they tight, but a pussy nigga really soft (soft)
I'ma take off on sight (takeoff), run a nigga down like Moss
I got me a Draco on the flight, I came out the creek like Dawson

Hey, 200 miles on the dashboard (skrt-skrt-skrt)
I came from serving them bags out a back-porch
(Serving them bags out a back-porch)
We hit that boy with a stick cause he asked for it
(Hit that boy with a stick caused he asked for it)
Russell just through run that brick off a backboard
(Run through that brick off a backboard)
80k on, it's a backend, backend
I hit that lil boy with a Mac-10, Mac-10
I spent like 4 racks on a jacket, fashion
I fuck that ho with a passion, I'm everlasting

[21 Savage:]
Swerving, swerving, swerving, swerving
Basic bitches make me nervous
I'm so high, ain't got no service
Fuck a fuckboy bitch on purpose
Swerving, swerving, swerving, swerving
Bust a brick down, bag and serve it
We gon' take this shit the furthest
Play with me and shit get murdered (brrp-brrp)

Left Hollywood lyrics - Meek Mill

I had to get out of Hollywood
Get back to the trenches, they said they need me
Little fish

I used to cop my little reggie tryna feed myself
My cousin had that work but I didn't need no help
Man I was so fucked up I couldn't believe myself
That's why I be at the jeweler tryna freeze myself
'Cause my heart so cold, we ain't got no goals
All these young niggas killin' like they ain't got no souls
Talkin' Grand Marquis, before I cop my Rolls
It was all so sweet until Dashawn told
Really hurt my heart, ripped my feelings apart
Out in Philly it's dark, we was really so scarred
But actin' silly so hard but we just wanted some love
Mama workin', daddy dead I just wanted a hug
Why you think we spillin' spade when we go to the club
All my homies think I smoke, we just rollin' it up
I'm stressed out, niggas got drugs feel left out
So I went to chasin' them birdies, I went south, fuck it

I went from goin' to school, to totin' them tools and makin' a move
Said I would win, they said I would lose, shit
We're so confused, hope I don't make the news, oh Lord
We was breakin' the rules, trappin' to get some food
Risking freedom for shoes
Knowin' that I don't need em, I'm spending money on jewels
Jeweler like gettin' food, they told us that this was cool

Caught my first case, it was me vs the state
I just wanted some steak and some food on my plate
Came up from shit I'm like how can you hate
I'm just tryna be great, I survived with the snakes
Look what they did to Lil Kodak and Gates'
I can't lose faith, I just want shine like the stars and my wraith
We go to war in fatigues like it's bape
I don't feel safe, can't sleep without it
Master with them P's yeah boy I'm bout it bout it
Brought me to my knees back when everybody doubted
Can't let my youngins see me fold, I'm too solid
If I stand on it, I'ma stand doing it
Put some bags on the scale, put some grams on it
This the only shit I knew I seen my man done it
Tryna be like niggas who were never there for us
We ain't have no guidance

I went from goin' to school, to totin' them tools and makin' a move
Said I would win, the said I would lose, shit
We're so confused, hope I don't make the news, oh Lord
We was breakin' the rules, trappin' to get some food
Risking freedom for shoes
Knowin' that I don't need em I'm be spending money on jewels
Jeweler like gettin' food, they told us that this was cool

Coppers scoopin' niggas out their radar
Niggas puttin' niggas in the graveyard
Jobs told us beat it like an A&R
So we play with heart, fuck it we gon' play it raw
Cut the lights, told my momma they ain't stayin' off
They killed my daddy and it turned me to a man, dog
We play with rugers, play with Glocks, we ain't playin ball
Shit we tryna stay alive it's a standoff
My life for your life
Go to war like we got like four lives
Talkin' before like, all this lil' rap shit
Where I'm from if you turn eighteen, then that's More Life
For real nigga

When you have no voice
Ain't nobody hear us, so we ain't have no choice

I went from goin' to school, to totin' them tools and makin' a move
Said I would win, said I would lose, shit
We're so confused, hope I don't make the news, oh Lord
We was breakin' the rules, trappin' to get some food
Risking freedom for shoes
Knowin' that all I'ma be spending money on jewels
Jeweler like gettin' food, they told us that this was cool

mixtape: "DC4" (2016)

On The Regular lyrics - Meek Mill

Sell a lot of dope
Dodge a lot of cases
Stickin' to the basics
Rock a lot of chains
Do a lot of things
Bottles by the cases
Stickin' to the basics
Do it on the regular
Fuckin' on the regular
Drippin' on the regular
Trippin' on the regular
Count it on the regular
Sippin' on the regular
Never smokin' regular
Nigga we ain't regular

I'm out LA for a week, I'm out here playin' for keeps, yea yea
I never play in them Jeeps, double R back of the seat, yea yea
I'm out here lookin' like Meech
Flooded the Patek Philippe, yea yea
Boogers all up in the piece
We got the key to the streets, oh Lord
Remember they said I was done done
Fuck that they ain't know I'm the one one
We get your chain and it's one one
I tell my nigga I want one
I tell my nigga to get it back
He in the field 'bout to punt somethin'
I hit your main and your side piece
That's on the low but I'm on one
Wait, wait, wait
Switch sides, niggas switch side
We ain't never got to dick ride
More tickets than a fish fry
And the chopper had the big guy
Little nigga I'm the boss now
Came back on them game 7
Trap niggas got the ball now

Sell a lot of dope
Dodge a lot of cases
Stickin' to the basics
Rock a lot of chains
Do a lot of things
Bottles by the cases
Stickin' to the basics
Do it on the regular
Fuckin' on the regular
Drippin' on the regular
Trippin' on the regular
Count it on the regular
Sippin' on the regular
Never smokin' regular
Nigga we ain't regular

Woah, woah, woah
Regular, regular, regular
I do not see no competitors
Hatin' cause we got ahead of them
I'm getting money etcetera
Bad bitches all on my schedule
Felony, felony, felony
I catch a case and it's federal
Bikes out summer time aye
Mikes on number nine, yeah
Bad bitch, hella fine, woah
She don't fuck, never mind, no
I'm a get at her another time
I'm a go scoop me a yellow dime
She go both ways like the yellow line
I'm fuckin' her friends she fuckin' mine, oh shit
Still trippin' ain't no love for the other side
Rap beef turn to homicides
When we land on them and them hollows fly
Had a bag but you broke nigga
You ain't fuckin' with me bottom line
Out of sight nigga out of mind
And my Patek runnin' out of time

Sell a lot of dope
Dodge a lot of cases
Stickin' to the basics
Rock a lot of chains
Do a lot of things
Bottles by the cases
Stickin' to the basics
Do it on the regular
Fuckin' on the regular
Drippin' on the regular
Trippin' on the regular
Count it on the regular
Sippin' on the regular
Never smokin' regular
Nigga we ain't regular

Blessed Up lyrics - Meek Mill

[Sample:]
Be who you are
You ain't trying to impress nobody
Who you got to impress?
You done came through the ranks
You've been tested, you know what I mean?
And you stood up
That mean you've been tested and you stood up
And you still standing up
So who you got to impress?
You ain't trying to impress nobody man
Be who you are, you know what I mean?
You should be yourself because I'm saying you should do shit man for other people and you faking it
I don't need you to be no motherfucking gangster for me
I need you to be a man

I got God watchin' over me from courtside
Ballin' like I'm Jordan cause I'm blessed up
And niggas want me gone but I'm still alive
Wake up every morning feelin' blessed up
Pull up in that holy Ghost cause I'm blessed up
I'm a do the most cause I'm blessed up
Had to scoop my niggas out the hood now we all eatin' good like we should cause we blessed up

Its outstandin' that I'm still standin'
Mexican brand dish when beef get sandwiched
Blat, blat do it for my niggas that's scammin'
On the corner with it runnin' that tan in
Duckin' the Ds, cut through the alley, scuffin' your trees
Tossin' the profit and fuck up your re
I know the feelin' nigga
Start from a dollar, couple of Gs
Bought an Impala I'm flooding the streets
Its time to kill 'em nigga
I got an eight flipped over and I'm dealin' nigga
In a drop S coupe and I'm wheelin' nigga
Five hundred for the piece how I'm feelin' nigga
In the hood just chillin' nigga
I've seen realest niggas turn emotional all in they feelin' niggas
That's why I ain't really feelin' niggas
And if them hoes fuck with rats I ain't sayin' nothin' to them bitches
I guess I ain't really for them bitches really I'm blessed

I got God watchin' over me from courtside
Ballin' like I'm Jordan cause I'm blessed up
And niggas want me gone but I'm still alive wake up every morning feelin' blessed up
Pull up in that holy Ghost cause I'm blessed up
I'm a do the most cause I'm blessed up
Had to scoop my niggas out the hood now we all eatin' good like we should cause we blessed up

Blessings, you niggas stressin'
Mac on the dresser when I'm dressin' and never pressure
Crab in the barrel watch the bucket don't let 'em catch you
Cause if they pull you back to the bottom know you gon' suffer, fuck 'em
I done leveled up on 'em 'til where I cannot touch em
Therefore can't feel 'em, therefore I'm a hustle
New Wraith on forgis, course that's from the muscle
Course I got a bubble, new Porshce red like a devil
Go skrt skrt through the lane on you
Niggas broke and you faker than that chain on you
I told Tak when he see you go insane on you
Can't D me call it man, I clear the lane on you
Change the speed game 7 'Bron James on you
My little niggas begging me to put that flame on you
You get some money watch how all these niggas change on you
That's why I changed on 'em I don't feel a thing for them nigga I'm blessed

I got God watchin' over me from courtside
Ballin' like I'm Jordan cause I'm blessed up
And niggas want me gone but I'm still alive wake up every morning feelin' blessed up
Pull up in that holy Ghost cause I'm blessed up
I'm a do the most cause I'm blessed up
Had to scoop my niggas out the hood now we all eatin' good like we should cause we blessed up

Litty lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Tory Lanez)

[Meek Mill:]
Woo! I'm on my way to an island
And I'm popping shit at the pilot (fly shit only)
Niggas be broke and be starving
But still talking shit like they violent (niggas is broke)
They said that they honest, talk money
These niggas gon' say that they got it
Get it now boy, the key to success
And these niggas gon' blame it on Khaled
They don't want to see you win (they don't)
They don't want to see the Wraith (no)
You don't want to see your bitch caught up in the stars
Like she's outer space
Mansion at the condo, condo at the mansion and I'm running out of space
Tell your homie, keep on coming out his mouth, I'm sending somethin' round his way
Niggas barely getting lawyer money
Better get some Sig Sauer money
Running 'round like you Superman
Don't be selfish, get your mom insurance money (hah!)
'Cause I'm the one to put it on your money
I'm the one that make it happen it to you
Niggas with you fuck around and do it for me

[Tory Lanez:]
Hopped in the Wraith and I bought it, it's litty again
Fly out the piff and the tropic, it's litty again
All of my partners is poppin', you know that we litty again
All of the fours on Collins, you know that we litty again
They don't want to see the squad
They don't want to see the Wraith
They don't want to see your bitch up in the stars like she going outer space
Litty again, litty again
I got it we litty again
Litty again, litty again
I got it, we did it, we litty again

Feature money out the safe
Went and brought a Wraith
Brought it down Collins
Niggas talking like they want it, when we in the city they don't want problems
Niggas said they gon' rob us
But nigga we coming for welfare
A shooter money when I pull it out of you
Catch a bullet like a NFL player
Should've known it was litty
When bitches start lying on my dick
Lie on that pussy like I hit
Can't even be a side, side bitch
I'm hittin' 9s, 10s and you ain't even looking like you a 5
Roll bitches trying to do it for Twitter
When they used to do it for Vine
I'm the man of the hour, I'm the nigga with the airtime
Rolls Royce Wraith
Put your bitch up in the stars like she in the airline
Niggas talking 'bout my hair line
I laugh about it, I be feelin' them
See, we both be making M's
They be making memes, I be making millions
I just counted up a Quentin Miller
A QM, that's a quarter milli
They don't wanna see Jae drop "6 Fly"
Private when he go to Philly
Funny money, yeah I know it's silly
But your hoe feel me when I pull up and I got a pour a whole four on it
I promise she gon' know it's litty, motherfucker, yeah

Hopped in the Wraith and I bought it, it's litty again
Fly out the piff and the tropic, it's litty again
All of my partners is poppin', you know that we litty again
All of the fours on Collins, you know that we litty again
They don't want to see the squad
They don't want to see the Wraith
They don't want to see your bitch up in the stars like she going outer space
Litty again, litty again
I got it we litty again
Litty again, litty again
I got it, we did it, we litty again

[Meek Mill:]
All of my niggas is way up
These niggas is haters, I know that they haters (fuckers)
I score your bitch like a lay up
I make a mil' like a layup
I pop a pill just to stay up
I sip the lean just to slow it up
I'm with my team and we going up
All these foreigns, they know it's us
Whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it
Like the coco when we mix the soda up
Perfect timing and we're blowing up
Fuck it, I'm a light the Rollie up
Shawty fucking for Chanel
I ain't tripping, that's a coconut
Push the ride to the motor bus
Stack the paper fill the sofa up
Lie on that paper, I am not slacking, I stay on that paper
I feel like it's a restraining order on that money 'cause y'all stay away from that paper
I know some niggas that used to be balling but know they all feeling a way 'bout this paper
I be spending hundred, hundred, hundred, after hundred
They thought I was making this paper
Fuckin' it good, I be raping this paper
Shit I might as well get married to money
I marry Nicki, still married to money
She rich as Mariah, I carry the money
And fuck a deposit, I bury the money
(Bury the mills) I bury the money
It hang out my pocket, embarrasing money
I act like I ain't used to having this money

[Tory Lanez:]
Hopped in the Wraith and I bought it, it's litty again
Fly out the piff and the tropic, it's litty again
All of my partners is poppin', you know that we litty again
All of the fours on Collins, you know that we litty again
They don't want to see the squad
They don't want to see the Wraith
They don't want to see your bitch up in the stars like she going outer space
Litty again, litty again
I got it we litty again
Litty again, litty again
I got it, we did it, we litty again

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