[Meek Mill:]
You know what free is nigga?
What's free?
Free is when nobody else could tell us what to be
Free is when the TV ain't controllin' what we see
Told my niggas "I need you"
Through all the fame you know I stay true
Pray my niggas stay free
Made a few mistakes but this ain't where I wanna be
Before I'm judged by 12, put a 12 on my V
Told my niggas, "I need you"
Stay up I know these times ain't true
Real life, what's free
[Rick Ross:]
Since a lad, I was cunning
Just got a pad out in London
I keep stackin' my money, I need a ladder by summer
AK shots, niggas duckin' stray shots
Been a Top Dawg, that's before the K.Dots
Crackin' in '06, immaculate showmanship
Talk it like you Mitch, disastrous on the strip
Holdin' on your bitch, coulda never sold you a brick
With them people you never been on a list
Mona Lisa to me ain't nothin' but a bitch
Hanging pictures like niggas swinging from his dick
We so different you thought these didn't exist
The Megalodon never seen on his wrist
I'm from the South where they never make it this rich
God is the greatest, but Satan been on his shit
Walkin' the pavement, I pray I'm illuminated
Over a decade and never nobody's favorite
Pot and kilo go hand in hand like we gamblin' huf
My amigo, a million grams and we countin' 'em up
You was dead broke, I let you hold a pack
You paid for it, but I fucked around and stole the track
Screaming "gang gang" now you wanna rap
Racketeering charges caught him on a tap
Lookin' for a bond lawyers wanna tax
Purple hair got them faggots on your back
[Meek Mill:]
What's free?
Free is when nobody else could tell us what to be
Free is when the TV ain't controlling what we see
Told my niggas "I need you"
Through all the fame you know I stay true
Pray my niggas stay free
Made a few mistakes but this ain't where I wanna be
Before I'm judged by 12, put a 12 on my V
Told my niggas "I need you"
Stay up I know these times ain't true
Real life, what's free?
Fed investigations, heard they plottin' like I trap
20 mil' in cash, they know I got that off a rap
Maybe it's the Michael Rubins or the Robert Krafts
Or the billionaire from Marcy ain't no way they got my back
Seein' how I prevailed now they try to knock me back, uh
Lock me in the cell for all them nights and I won't snap, uh
Two-fifty a show and they still think I'm sellin' crack
When you bring my name up to the judge just tell em' facts
Tell em how we fundin' all these kids to go to college
Tell him how we ceasin' all these wars, stoppin' violence
Tryna fix the system and the way they designed it
I think they want me silenced (Shush)
Oh say can you see
I don't feel like I'm free
Locked down in my cell, shackled from ankle to feet
Judge bangin' that gavel turned me to slave from a king
Another day in the bing, I gotta hang from a string
Just for poppin' a wheelie, my people march in the city
From a cell to a chopper view from the top of the city
You can tell how we rockin' soon as I pop up we litty
Poppin' like Bad Boy in '94, Big Poppa and Diddy
And niggas counted me out like my accountant ain't busy
That's five milli' in twenties, sit up and count 'til I'm dizzy
Phantom, five hundred thousand, hundred round in a stizzy
Is we beefin' or rappin', I might just pop up with Drizzy like
What's free?
Free is when nobody else could tell us what to be
Free is when the TV ain't controlling what we see
Told my niggas 'I need you'
Through all the fame you know I stay true
Pray my niggas stay free
Made a few mistakes but this ain't where I wanna be
Before I'm judged by 12, put a 12 on my V
Told my niggas 'I need you'
Stay up I know these times ain't true
Real life, what's free?
[Jay-Z:]
In the land of the free, where the blacks enslaved
Three-fifth's of a man I believe's the phrase
I'm 50% of D'usse and it's debt free (Yeah)
100% of Ace of Spades, worth half a B (Uh)
Roc Nation, half of that, that's my piece
Hunnid percent of Tidal to bust it up with my G's
Since most of my niggas won't ever work together
You run a cheque up but they never give you leverage
No red hat, don't Michael and Prince me and Ye
They separate you when you got Michael and Prince's DNA, uh
I ain't one of these house niggas you bought
My house like a resort, my house bigger than yours
My spou- (C'mon man)
My route better of course
We started without food in our mouth
They gave us pork and pig intestines
Shit you discarded that we ingested, we made the project a wave
You came back, reinvested and gentrified it
Took nigga's sense of pride
Now how that's free?
And the people stole their soul and hit niggas with 360's
I ain't got a billion streams, got a billion dollars
Inflating numbers like we 'posed to be happy about this
We was praisin' Billboard but we were young
Now I look at Billboard like 'Is you dumb?'
To this day, Grandma 'fraid of what I might say
They gon' have to kill me Grandmama, I'm not they slave (Ha-ha-ha)
Check out the bizarre rappin' style used by me the HOV
Look at my hair free, care free
Niggas ain't near free
Enjoy your chains, whats your employer name with the hair piece?
I survived the hood, can't no Shaytan rob me
My accountant's so good I'm practically livin' tax free
Factory, that's me
Sold drugs, got away scot-free
That's a CC, E-copy
Guilt free, still me
And they expect me to not feel a way to this day
You would say y’all kill me
Sucker free, no shuckin me
I don't jive turkey
Say “Happy Thanksgiving"
Shit sound like murder to me
Smoke free
All of y'all calling out toll free
Labels rob you for millions yet you wanna put a hole in me
Sugar free, seasoned but I'm salt free
Lay a hand on Hov, my shooter shoot for free
I promise World War three
Send an order through a hands free, kill you in 24 hours or shorter you can't ignore the hand speed
On god, it's off the head this improv
But it's no comedy
Sign I fail, hell naw (Ha-ha-ha)
Respect The Game lyrics - Meek Mill
Yah
Big bag, got 'em big mad
A nigga gettin' to some money and his bitch bad
Jumpin' out the Rolls truck with the temp tag
I'm gettin' money, I don't get mad, ugh
Ask a nigga in my hood, he go and said it on stand
And when them situations came, I came out like a champ
When it was pourin' down rain and I came out of it damp
But now it's champagne showers when we poppin' the champ', ugh
We dodged all the feds and they traps
Niggas can't be us 'cause they rats
Stand tall, point a finger, never that
I knew a nigga had it all, went to the B, ain't get it back
That's why I'm humble as ever, and I rumble whatever
Don't chase hoes 'cause they come with this cheddar
I seen my man girl start actin' bougie when he fuck up his cheddar
Before you knew it, niggas was fuckin' her better
I knew about it and I-
Wanted to tell him, I felt funny as ever
But when I told him, he went runnin' to tell her, damn
Remember I was down bad, I'm talkin' under the cellar
Now the Rolls Royces come with umbrellas
For the rain and all the pain that we been through
If you don't feed your wolves they gon' put you on the menu
That's why I be with family and some bulls that I been knew
If money determined loyalty, we'd cut you with a Ginsu
Now I go against you, facts
Rule number one, never count your homie pockets thinkin' you deserve it
Rule number two, never trust a bitch that'll fuck you for some purses
Rule number three, save you some of that money, shit you better stop splurgin'
'Cause when it's all said and done and you back at the bottom, they gon' treat you like you worthless
Respect the game
Fuck the fame
We millionaires fuck your watch and lil' chain
Niggas disappear as quick as Lil Xan
You feelin' yourself, I know you got a lil' lane
Just hold your composure, I seen this shit happen over and over
That couple hundred thousand holdin' you over
That ain't real money
That's bill money, buy a Rollie, get a wheel money
Catch a case, pay a lawyer, take a deal money
Now you tapped out and got no appeal money
Callin' home like niggas done did you wrong
But when you had that money you could've put niggas on
And the moment they put cuffs on you, your bitch was gone
Student of the game, I'm just ahead of my class
I'm that nigga, but I never got my head up my ass
You doin' good, but I'm ready for bad
And you won't never catch me frontin' 'cause I'm used to bein' second to last
Respect the game
Rule number one, never count your homie pockets thinkin' you deserve it
Rule number two, never trust a bitch that'll fuck you for some purses
Rule number three, save you some of that money, shit you better stop splurgin'
'Cause when it's all said and done and you back at the bottom, they gon' treat you like you worthless
Respect the game
Big bag, got 'em big mad
A nigga gettin' to some money and his bitch bad
Jumpin' out the Rolls truck with the temp tag
I'm gettin' money, I don't get mad, ugh
Ask a nigga in my hood, he go and said it on stand
And when them situations came, I came out like a champ
When it was pourin' down rain and I came out of it damp
But now it's champagne showers when we poppin' the champ', ugh
We dodged all the feds and they traps
Niggas can't be us 'cause they rats
Stand tall, point a finger, never that
I knew a nigga had it all, went to the B, ain't get it back
That's why I'm humble as ever, and I rumble whatever
Don't chase hoes 'cause they come with this cheddar
I seen my man girl start actin' bougie when he fuck up his cheddar
Before you knew it, niggas was fuckin' her better
I knew about it and I-
Wanted to tell him, I felt funny as ever
But when I told him, he went runnin' to tell her, damn
Remember I was down bad, I'm talkin' under the cellar
Now the Rolls Royces come with umbrellas
For the rain and all the pain that we been through
If you don't feed your wolves they gon' put you on the menu
That's why I be with family and some bulls that I been knew
If money determined loyalty, we'd cut you with a Ginsu
Now I go against you, facts
Rule number one, never count your homie pockets thinkin' you deserve it
Rule number two, never trust a bitch that'll fuck you for some purses
Rule number three, save you some of that money, shit you better stop splurgin'
'Cause when it's all said and done and you back at the bottom, they gon' treat you like you worthless
Respect the game
Fuck the fame
We millionaires fuck your watch and lil' chain
Niggas disappear as quick as Lil Xan
You feelin' yourself, I know you got a lil' lane
Just hold your composure, I seen this shit happen over and over
That couple hundred thousand holdin' you over
That ain't real money
That's bill money, buy a Rollie, get a wheel money
Catch a case, pay a lawyer, take a deal money
Now you tapped out and got no appeal money
Callin' home like niggas done did you wrong
But when you had that money you could've put niggas on
And the moment they put cuffs on you, your bitch was gone
Student of the game, I'm just ahead of my class
I'm that nigga, but I never got my head up my ass
You doin' good, but I'm ready for bad
And you won't never catch me frontin' 'cause I'm used to bein' second to last
Respect the game
Rule number one, never count your homie pockets thinkin' you deserve it
Rule number two, never trust a bitch that'll fuck you for some purses
Rule number three, save you some of that money, shit you better stop splurgin'
'Cause when it's all said and done and you back at the bottom, they gon' treat you like you worthless
Respect the game
Splash Warning lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Future, Roddy Ricch and Young Thug)
[Future:]
Okay, ye ye, ye ye, wo-wo-wo, ay, ay
[Future:]
In that new Shahpar, ooh ooh
That's a car, ooh ooh
Money, money, ah ooh ooh
Big boss, ooh ooh
In that Richie Mille, it don't tick tock, hoo hoo
Splash warning, hoo hoo, ooh ooh
I be cookin' coco out the pot, pot, ye ye
I just gave away my lil thot, thot , ye ye
I just skrrt off in a robot, yay yay
Pushed one button the top go in the trunk, uh huh, uh huh
[Future:]
One one thousand grams I make it jump, uh huh, okay
Popped out in Yves Saint Laurent, okay, okay
I juug two thousand bands every month, okay, okay
I could get you anything you want, okay okay
Dog food, anything you want, okay okay
Any hoe you choose, which one you want? Okay, okay
[Roddy Ricch:]
I put all my dogs in Saint Laurent, yeah yeah
We had the fiends jumping at the spot, yeah yeah
I was whipping that dope up like a pot of spaghetti
The trap was hotter nigga had to fizz around the corner
Get the package every week I got the straps in Arizona
I flooded out the bitch I had to put the Patek on her
[Future:]
In that new Shahpar, ooh ooh
That's a car, ooh ooh
Money, money, ah ooh ooh
Big boss, ooh ooh
In that Richie Mille, it don't tick tock, hoo hoo
Splash warning, hoo hoo, ooh ooh
I be cookin' coco out the pot, pot, ye ye
I just gave away my lil thot, thot , ye ye
I just skrrt off in a robot, yay yay
Pushed one button the top go in the trunk, uh huh, uh huh
[Meek Mill:]
Shawty gonna pop that pussy for a Cash app, okay
Only gonna fuck that bitch twice if her ass fat, okay
I keep Benji Franklin in my nap sack, okay
I wanna sleep in that pussy, that's a cat nap, okay
Lambo truck, oh oh
Attract that bitch, your hoe
Chopper stick, two two
Threes lift your tutu
Please, you ain't cool cool
Run up on me, you lose
Hustle like I'm Nipsey
My bitch look like Lulu
[Young Thug:]
Tons money on his head cause we, cause we shottas
Diamonds blue and red, like a, like a cop car
Money on lil bitch, still ain't see what's the total
Heard he's on her crew, we gon' splash when they roll up
[Future:]
In that new Shahpar, ooh ooh
That's a car, ooh ooh
Money, money, ah ooh ooh
Big boss, ooh ooh
In that Richie Mille, it don't tick tock, hoo hoo
Splash warning, hoo hoo, ooh ooh
I be cookin' coco out the pot, pot, ye ye
I just gave away my lil thot, thot , ye ye
I just skrrt off in a robot, yay yay
Pushed one button the top go in the trunk, uh huh, uh huh
Okay, ye ye, ye ye, wo-wo-wo, ay, ay
[Future:]
In that new Shahpar, ooh ooh
That's a car, ooh ooh
Money, money, ah ooh ooh
Big boss, ooh ooh
In that Richie Mille, it don't tick tock, hoo hoo
Splash warning, hoo hoo, ooh ooh
I be cookin' coco out the pot, pot, ye ye
I just gave away my lil thot, thot , ye ye
I just skrrt off in a robot, yay yay
Pushed one button the top go in the trunk, uh huh, uh huh
[Future:]
One one thousand grams I make it jump, uh huh, okay
Popped out in Yves Saint Laurent, okay, okay
I juug two thousand bands every month, okay, okay
I could get you anything you want, okay okay
Dog food, anything you want, okay okay
Any hoe you choose, which one you want? Okay, okay
[Roddy Ricch:]
I put all my dogs in Saint Laurent, yeah yeah
We had the fiends jumping at the spot, yeah yeah
I was whipping that dope up like a pot of spaghetti
The trap was hotter nigga had to fizz around the corner
Get the package every week I got the straps in Arizona
I flooded out the bitch I had to put the Patek on her
[Future:]
In that new Shahpar, ooh ooh
That's a car, ooh ooh
Money, money, ah ooh ooh
Big boss, ooh ooh
In that Richie Mille, it don't tick tock, hoo hoo
Splash warning, hoo hoo, ooh ooh
I be cookin' coco out the pot, pot, ye ye
I just gave away my lil thot, thot , ye ye
I just skrrt off in a robot, yay yay
Pushed one button the top go in the trunk, uh huh, uh huh
[Meek Mill:]
Shawty gonna pop that pussy for a Cash app, okay
Only gonna fuck that bitch twice if her ass fat, okay
I keep Benji Franklin in my nap sack, okay
I wanna sleep in that pussy, that's a cat nap, okay
Lambo truck, oh oh
Attract that bitch, your hoe
Chopper stick, two two
Threes lift your tutu
Please, you ain't cool cool
Run up on me, you lose
Hustle like I'm Nipsey
My bitch look like Lulu
[Young Thug:]
Tons money on his head cause we, cause we shottas
Diamonds blue and red, like a, like a cop car
Money on lil bitch, still ain't see what's the total
Heard he's on her crew, we gon' splash when they roll up
[Future:]
In that new Shahpar, ooh ooh
That's a car, ooh ooh
Money, money, ah ooh ooh
Big boss, ooh ooh
In that Richie Mille, it don't tick tock, hoo hoo
Splash warning, hoo hoo, ooh ooh
I be cookin' coco out the pot, pot, ye ye
I just gave away my lil thot, thot , ye ye
I just skrrt off in a robot, yay yay
Pushed one button the top go in the trunk, uh huh, uh huh
Championships lyrics - Meek Mill
Yeah, uh
All the youngins in my hood popping percs now
Gettin' high they get by, it's gettin' worse now
You gotta tell 'em put them guns and the percs down
Them new jails got ten yards in 'em and that's your first down, uh
And I ain't come here to preach
I just had to say somethin' 'cause I'm the one with the reach
Youngin' gotta quarter ounce, he tryna turn into Meech
Ain't had no daddy, he's had to learn from the streets
I used to be a honor roll student, damn
Then I turned to a beast
The first time I seen a nigga get some blood on his sneaks
He had on Air Max 93s but was slumped in the street
His mama cryin', that there's a sign to me, oh Lord
The shit I'm doin' for my hood I won't get an Award
I used to sell Reggie, damn how' I get to the Forbes
I take a shot if I miss I'm gettin' on boards
Ain't quittin' no more, like give me some more
We went Old Navy it felt like Christian Dior
Was dead broke but rich in soul, was we really that poor?
Was we really that dumb? 'Cause we carry a gun
And every nigga in my neighborhood carryin' one
'Cause we had nightmares of our mamas got to bury her son
I'm speakin' to you as a prophet as rare as they come, uh
Gunshots sound like music hangin' out the Buick
Why you wanna be a shooter?
Mama told me not to do it but I did it
Now I'm locked up in a prison
Callin' mama like I shouldn't have did it
Watch my dream shatter in an instant
I'm on a visit posin' for the picture
Like I'm going for my prom or somethin'
Like I ain't facing time or somethin'
Ride for these niggas like that shit ain't hurt my mom or somethin'
Only one gon' get me commissary or even buy me somethin'
When it all fall down
I can call y'all now
Even if I hit your phone
That won't get me home
Seen so many different times , these niggas did me wrong
Shit that's the reason that I did this song
Shit we was kids used to play on the step
A couple years later we flirtin' with the angel of death
I was eleven years old, I got my hands on the Tec
When I first touched it that shit gave me a rush
My homie's dying I'm like "Maybe we next"
That just made me a threat
Knowin' the niggas smoke my daddy it just made me upset
Made me a man shit I was five when God gave me my test
Go to court with a court apointed and he won't say object
Now it's you against the state and you ain't got no cake
Jail overpopulated they ain't got no space
I know a youngin' that got murked ain't get to drive no Wraith
But he in hearse on the way to church, I know his mom gon' faint
When she smell like embalment fluid, cologne all on her baby
Pastor said he sendin' you home, she goin' crazy
When they drop that casket all in the ground, who gon' save me?
How could you blame me? When I'm tryna stay alive and just survive and beat them odds when niggas die by twenty-five
When I stop fearin' for my life, when I decide to change my mind And stop tokin'
Tryna smoke the pain away, they lock us up for smoking
Put 'em on probation, lock you up if you ain't perfect
Victims of the system like a rain drop in the ocean
They closin' all the schools and all the prisons gettin' open
Yeah
See comin' from where I come from
We had to beat the streets
Beat the system, beat racism, beat poverty
And now we made it through all that we at the championship
All the youngins in my hood popping percs now
Gettin' high they get by, it's gettin' worse now
You gotta tell 'em put them guns and the percs down
Them new jails got ten yards in 'em and that's your first down, uh
And I ain't come here to preach
I just had to say somethin' 'cause I'm the one with the reach
Youngin' gotta quarter ounce, he tryna turn into Meech
Ain't had no daddy, he's had to learn from the streets
I used to be a honor roll student, damn
Then I turned to a beast
The first time I seen a nigga get some blood on his sneaks
He had on Air Max 93s but was slumped in the street
His mama cryin', that there's a sign to me, oh Lord
The shit I'm doin' for my hood I won't get an Award
I used to sell Reggie, damn how' I get to the Forbes
I take a shot if I miss I'm gettin' on boards
Ain't quittin' no more, like give me some more
We went Old Navy it felt like Christian Dior
Was dead broke but rich in soul, was we really that poor?
Was we really that dumb? 'Cause we carry a gun
And every nigga in my neighborhood carryin' one
'Cause we had nightmares of our mamas got to bury her son
I'm speakin' to you as a prophet as rare as they come, uh
Gunshots sound like music hangin' out the Buick
Why you wanna be a shooter?
Mama told me not to do it but I did it
Now I'm locked up in a prison
Callin' mama like I shouldn't have did it
Watch my dream shatter in an instant
I'm on a visit posin' for the picture
Like I'm going for my prom or somethin'
Like I ain't facing time or somethin'
Ride for these niggas like that shit ain't hurt my mom or somethin'
Only one gon' get me commissary or even buy me somethin'
When it all fall down
I can call y'all now
Even if I hit your phone
That won't get me home
Seen so many different times , these niggas did me wrong
Shit that's the reason that I did this song
Shit we was kids used to play on the step
A couple years later we flirtin' with the angel of death
I was eleven years old, I got my hands on the Tec
When I first touched it that shit gave me a rush
My homie's dying I'm like "Maybe we next"
That just made me a threat
Knowin' the niggas smoke my daddy it just made me upset
Made me a man shit I was five when God gave me my test
Go to court with a court apointed and he won't say object
Now it's you against the state and you ain't got no cake
Jail overpopulated they ain't got no space
I know a youngin' that got murked ain't get to drive no Wraith
But he in hearse on the way to church, I know his mom gon' faint
When she smell like embalment fluid, cologne all on her baby
Pastor said he sendin' you home, she goin' crazy
When they drop that casket all in the ground, who gon' save me?
How could you blame me? When I'm tryna stay alive and just survive and beat them odds when niggas die by twenty-five
When I stop fearin' for my life, when I decide to change my mind And stop tokin'
Tryna smoke the pain away, they lock us up for smoking
Put 'em on probation, lock you up if you ain't perfect
Victims of the system like a rain drop in the ocean
They closin' all the schools and all the prisons gettin' open
Yeah
See comin' from where I come from
We had to beat the streets
Beat the system, beat racism, beat poverty
And now we made it through all that we at the championship
Going Bad lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Drake)
[Drake (Future):]
Yeah
(Wheezy outta here)
G, G
[Drake:]
Back home, smokin' legal (Legal)
I got more slaps than The Beatles (Beatles)
Foreign shit runnin' on diesel, dawg
Playin' with my name, that shit is lethal, dawg (Who you say you was?)
Don Corleone
Trust me, at the top it isn't lonely (Strapped)
Everybody actin' like they know me, dawg
Don't just say you're down, you gotta show me (What you gotta do?)
Bring the clip back empty (It's empty)
You asked to see the boss, so they sent me, dawg (Sent me, dawg)
I just broke her off with a 10-piece, dawg (10-piece, dawg)
That ain't nothin', I'm just bein' friendly, dawg
It's just a lil' 10-piece for her
Just to blow it in the mall, doesn't mean that we're involved
I just... what? I just... uh, put a Richard on the card
I ain't grow up playin' ball, but I'll show you how the fuck you gotta do it
If you really wanna ball 'til you fall
When your back against the wall
And a bunch of niggas need you to go away
Still goin' bad on 'em anyway
Saw you last night, but did it broad day
Yeah, lot of Murakami in the hallway (What?)
Got a sticky and I keep it at my dawg's place
Girl, I left your love at Magic, now it's all shade
Still goin' bad on you anyway
[Meek Mill:]
Whoa, whoa, ooh, whoa
Whoa, whoa, ah
I could fit like 80 racks in my Amiris (80 racks)
Me and Drizzy back-to-back, it's gettin' scary (Back-to-back)
If you fuckin' with my opps, it's don't come near me (Get outta my way)
Put some bands all on your head like Jason Terry (Brrt, brrt, ooh)
Richard Mille cost a Lambo (That's a Lambo)
Known to keep the baddest bitches on commando (Salute)
Every time I'm in my trap, I move like Rambo (Extended)
Ain't a neighborhood in Philly that I can't go (That's a Fendi)
For real
She said, "Oh, you rich rich?" ("You rich rich")
Bitch, I graduated, call me "Big Fish" (Ballin')
I got Laurie Harrier on my wish list (That's Laurie)
That's the only thing I want for Christmas (True story, uh)
I've been had my way out here, yeah, know that's facts (Facts)
You ain't livin' that shit you sell, yeah, we know that's cap (That's cap)
You ain't got to ask me when you see me, know I'm strapped (Brrt)
DC, OVO, we back again, we goin' plat' (Ooh, ooh)
[Drake:]
It's just a lil' 10-piece for her
Just to blow it in the mall, doesn't mean that we're involved
I just... what? I just... uh, put a Richard on the card
I ain't grow up playin' ball, but I'll show you how the fuck you gotta do it
If you really wanna ball 'til you fall
When your back against the wall
And a bunch of niggas need you to go away
Still goin' bad on 'em anyway
Saw you last night, but did it broad day
[Future:]
Wheezy outta here
Yeah
(Wheezy outta here)
G, G
[Drake:]
Back home, smokin' legal (Legal)
I got more slaps than The Beatles (Beatles)
Foreign shit runnin' on diesel, dawg
Playin' with my name, that shit is lethal, dawg (Who you say you was?)
Don Corleone
Trust me, at the top it isn't lonely (Strapped)
Everybody actin' like they know me, dawg
Don't just say you're down, you gotta show me (What you gotta do?)
Bring the clip back empty (It's empty)
You asked to see the boss, so they sent me, dawg (Sent me, dawg)
I just broke her off with a 10-piece, dawg (10-piece, dawg)
That ain't nothin', I'm just bein' friendly, dawg
It's just a lil' 10-piece for her
Just to blow it in the mall, doesn't mean that we're involved
I just... what? I just... uh, put a Richard on the card
I ain't grow up playin' ball, but I'll show you how the fuck you gotta do it
If you really wanna ball 'til you fall
When your back against the wall
And a bunch of niggas need you to go away
Still goin' bad on 'em anyway
Saw you last night, but did it broad day
Yeah, lot of Murakami in the hallway (What?)
Got a sticky and I keep it at my dawg's place
Girl, I left your love at Magic, now it's all shade
Still goin' bad on you anyway
[Meek Mill:]
Whoa, whoa, ooh, whoa
Whoa, whoa, ah
I could fit like 80 racks in my Amiris (80 racks)
Me and Drizzy back-to-back, it's gettin' scary (Back-to-back)
If you fuckin' with my opps, it's don't come near me (Get outta my way)
Put some bands all on your head like Jason Terry (Brrt, brrt, ooh)
Richard Mille cost a Lambo (That's a Lambo)
Known to keep the baddest bitches on commando (Salute)
Every time I'm in my trap, I move like Rambo (Extended)
Ain't a neighborhood in Philly that I can't go (That's a Fendi)
For real
She said, "Oh, you rich rich?" ("You rich rich")
Bitch, I graduated, call me "Big Fish" (Ballin')
I got Laurie Harrier on my wish list (That's Laurie)
That's the only thing I want for Christmas (True story, uh)
I've been had my way out here, yeah, know that's facts (Facts)
You ain't livin' that shit you sell, yeah, we know that's cap (That's cap)
You ain't got to ask me when you see me, know I'm strapped (Brrt)
DC, OVO, we back again, we goin' plat' (Ooh, ooh)
[Drake:]
It's just a lil' 10-piece for her
Just to blow it in the mall, doesn't mean that we're involved
I just... what? I just... uh, put a Richard on the card
I ain't grow up playin' ball, but I'll show you how the fuck you gotta do it
If you really wanna ball 'til you fall
When your back against the wall
And a bunch of niggas need you to go away
Still goin' bad on 'em anyway
Saw you last night, but did it broad day
[Future:]
Wheezy outta here
Almost Slipped lyrics - Meek Mill
Ugh, every bitch I'm fuckin' say they only fuckin' me
I even bought you diamonds, put you in that double seat
The way you love the game, you couldn't be in love with me
I work too hard for my name to let a bitch put mud on me
So how can I trust you? (Trust you)
When all the rich niggas fucked you (Fucked you)
Make you my baby, I'd love to (Love to)
You was a dime, but I dubbed you (Dubbed you)
When I first bagged you that shit had me excited
Swimming in that pussy, girl, I swear there's nothing like it
I got plans to cut you off, I know that you won't like it
I knew that it would come to this, I seen it like psychic
Turned you to a savage (Savage)
I won't forget you, you a bad bitch (Bad bitch)
I set you up so you could level up (Level up)
But you was used to being average (Average)
Jumpin' on jets, you was caught up in the life
They gassed you on Instagram, you caught up in the hype
A ho gon' be a ho, so ain't no use for no advice
When you crossed me, you lost me, can't let you cross me twice
I almost fell in love with a thottie (Oh)
My dawg said "You got too many bodies" (Ooh)
Girl, that pussy had me like a zombie (Oh)
I gotta pour out my feelings that's inside me, yeah
What happened in the dark is gon' come to the light (Come to the light)
Magic from the start, you was fuckin' me right (Fuckin' me right)
Treat me like a king baby talk to me nice (Talk to me)
You fucking with a ball player and now acting bougie
Seen you out in traffic you act like you never knew me
I just bust out laughing when I seen with you that goofy (Ha)
Savage for that money, you like Ginger from the movie, ooh
I almost fell in love with a ho
I still dream of me fuckin' you slow
Ass so fat all the stuff from the back
I still watch all our old videos
And I still hear that pussy callin' (Callin')
It's so wet, slippery, it let me fall in
And from the way you treated me, almost went all in (All in)
Had to check your mileage and I started stallin' (Stallin')
'Cause relationships turn into situationships
I know you don't wanna hear this player shit, but baby I'm made for this
You made your bed, you gotta lay in it
My heart can't play with this (No)
Gotta save myself before I try to save a bitch (Woah)
I ain't been cuffing on no hoes and I ain't gon' start
Had to protect my wrist, protect my heart (Protect my heart)
Had to protect my wrist, protect my heart
Because this cold game left my heart cold, now I promise it ain't my fault
I almost fell in love with a thottie (Oh)
My dawg said "You got too many bodies" (Ooh)
Girl, that pussy had me like a zombie (Oh)
I gotta pour out my feelings that's inside me, yeah
What happened in the dark is gon' come to the light (Come to the light)
Magic from the start, you was fuckin' me right (Fuckin' me right)
Treat me like a king baby talk to me nice (Talk to me)
Ugh, I gotta keep a vest on my heart (On my heart)
You the reason the good women got it hard (Got it hard)
Shit, we was good until our feelings got involved
That's when I did homework and then I really got involved, oh
Oh, and I don't know how I'ma go 'bout it
Now a nigga coldhearted, baby, nobody
Get this hard, you suck the soul out me
Found out you a whole thottie
And you got a whole lotta bodies, nobody
No, you let what we had die young (Die young)
And that's word to low-rider (Low-rider, no, no)
Soon as I thought I got one, I was like
I almost fell in love with a thottie (Oh)
My dawg said "You got too many bodies" (Ooh)
Girl, that pussy had me like a zombie (Oh)
I gotta pour out my feelings that's inside me, yeah
What happened in the dark is gon' come to the light (Come to the light)
Magic from the start, you was fuckin' me right (Fuckin' me right)
Treat me like a king baby talk to me nice (Talk to me)
I even bought you diamonds, put you in that double seat
The way you love the game, you couldn't be in love with me
I work too hard for my name to let a bitch put mud on me
So how can I trust you? (Trust you)
When all the rich niggas fucked you (Fucked you)
Make you my baby, I'd love to (Love to)
You was a dime, but I dubbed you (Dubbed you)
When I first bagged you that shit had me excited
Swimming in that pussy, girl, I swear there's nothing like it
I got plans to cut you off, I know that you won't like it
I knew that it would come to this, I seen it like psychic
Turned you to a savage (Savage)
I won't forget you, you a bad bitch (Bad bitch)
I set you up so you could level up (Level up)
But you was used to being average (Average)
Jumpin' on jets, you was caught up in the life
They gassed you on Instagram, you caught up in the hype
A ho gon' be a ho, so ain't no use for no advice
When you crossed me, you lost me, can't let you cross me twice
I almost fell in love with a thottie (Oh)
My dawg said "You got too many bodies" (Ooh)
Girl, that pussy had me like a zombie (Oh)
I gotta pour out my feelings that's inside me, yeah
What happened in the dark is gon' come to the light (Come to the light)
Magic from the start, you was fuckin' me right (Fuckin' me right)
Treat me like a king baby talk to me nice (Talk to me)
You fucking with a ball player and now acting bougie
Seen you out in traffic you act like you never knew me
I just bust out laughing when I seen with you that goofy (Ha)
Savage for that money, you like Ginger from the movie, ooh
I almost fell in love with a ho
I still dream of me fuckin' you slow
Ass so fat all the stuff from the back
I still watch all our old videos
And I still hear that pussy callin' (Callin')
It's so wet, slippery, it let me fall in
And from the way you treated me, almost went all in (All in)
Had to check your mileage and I started stallin' (Stallin')
'Cause relationships turn into situationships
I know you don't wanna hear this player shit, but baby I'm made for this
You made your bed, you gotta lay in it
My heart can't play with this (No)
Gotta save myself before I try to save a bitch (Woah)
I ain't been cuffing on no hoes and I ain't gon' start
Had to protect my wrist, protect my heart (Protect my heart)
Had to protect my wrist, protect my heart
Because this cold game left my heart cold, now I promise it ain't my fault
I almost fell in love with a thottie (Oh)
My dawg said "You got too many bodies" (Ooh)
Girl, that pussy had me like a zombie (Oh)
I gotta pour out my feelings that's inside me, yeah
What happened in the dark is gon' come to the light (Come to the light)
Magic from the start, you was fuckin' me right (Fuckin' me right)
Treat me like a king baby talk to me nice (Talk to me)
Ugh, I gotta keep a vest on my heart (On my heart)
You the reason the good women got it hard (Got it hard)
Shit, we was good until our feelings got involved
That's when I did homework and then I really got involved, oh
Oh, and I don't know how I'ma go 'bout it
Now a nigga coldhearted, baby, nobody
Get this hard, you suck the soul out me
Found out you a whole thottie
And you got a whole lotta bodies, nobody
No, you let what we had die young (Die young)
And that's word to low-rider (Low-rider, no, no)
Soon as I thought I got one, I was like
I almost fell in love with a thottie (Oh)
My dawg said "You got too many bodies" (Ooh)
Girl, that pussy had me like a zombie (Oh)
I gotta pour out my feelings that's inside me, yeah
What happened in the dark is gon' come to the light (Come to the light)
Magic from the start, you was fuckin' me right (Fuckin' me right)
Treat me like a king baby talk to me nice (Talk to me)
Tic Tac Toe lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Kodak Black)
[Meek Mill:]
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
It's a Kodak moment, got Kodak in this bitch
Uh, yeah, yeah
Lil' fish, uh
I did a Saks Fifth run (Yeah)
I did a bad bitch run, uh
I just bought a new AP (AP)
'Bout to get the bad bitch one (Yeah)
Nigga like the new Jay-Z (Woo)
Pockets on fat, Big Pun (Big bag)
I be goin' too crazy (Crazy)
Hit a famous ho, which one? Yeah
Ain't no stopping me
Talk on the 'net, don't apply to me
I can't be with these rap niggas
I know my dawgs gon' slide for me
All that talk, that's cap, nigga
Y'all be soundin' like cops to me
Layin' on the jet with a MAC, nigga
Bust down, ain't no robbin' me
I don’t want my old bitch back (I don't wanna her)
Shit, damn, but I still wanna fuck, uh (Yeah)
I be overload with the drip (Drip)
Shit might spill in my cup, uh
I can't fuck with these niggas (Fuck 'em)
But I still send 'em my love (Yeah)
I ain't gotta trap no more (No)
I'ma just give 'em my plug (Yeah)
New bitch ass too fat (Ass too fat)
Put a price tag on that (Price tag)
No, I'm not cuffin' these thots (No)
You ain't gotta ask me that (No)
I be tryna run up this guap (Run it up)
Nigga, you can have 'em back (Yeah)
Two big boy Rolls Royces (What?)
And we goin' back to back, huh
[Kodak Black:]
Poppin' niggas like tic-tac-toe
Sippin' Ace of Spades, I do
Got the K everywhere I go
Don't come to me 'bout no ho
Poppin' niggas like Tic Tac Toe
Sippin' Ace of Spades, I do
Got the K everywhere I go
Don't come to me 'bout no ho
Don't come to me 'bout no rumor
My partner, he got a tumor
Every day, I keep a ruler
Just me, I don't need no shooter
Don't come to me 'bout no mess
Want beef, I'm sayin' less
It ain't nothin' to get you wet
Make a movie on your set
[Meek Mill:]
Benji, Benji, Benji on Benjis (Benjis)
Keepin' my hoes in that Fendi (That Fendi)
Whippin' that Rolls like a hemi (Skrrt)
Face down, smearin' her Fenty, uh
Niggas, they always got somethin' to say
See 'em, it's nothin' to talk about (Nothin')
Catch you and you tried to stunt in the club
You gettin' smoked in the parking lot
Came on the block (Uh), brand new Saint Laurent (Whoa)
I gotta lay off designer 'cause honestly I've just been makin' 'em hot (Yeah)
I'm not a Muslim but I had to put in them prayers to make it sell out (Woo)
I know my way to the top
I took a circle and made it a block, run (Break it down)
Red fish, blue fish, old bitch, new bitch (New bitch)
Niggas said it's on sight, see me, he ain't do shit, uh
We got them thirties on thirties (Thirties)
Phantom is newer than Jersey (Jersey)
I put that bitch in a figure four
Fuck it, I'm doin' her dirty (Dirty)
Don't even know what I'm in it for (I don't)
I probably get her a Rollie (A Rollie)
I probably get her Chanel, Chanel
And then she know I'm fuckin' her homies (Her homies)
Keep a bad bitch in my face (My face)
She tryin' to get to first place (First place)
We don't pop X, pop Ace (Pop Ace)
And we only cop by case, huh
[Kodak Black:]
Poppin' niggas like tic-tac-toe
Sippin' Ace of Spades, I do
Got the K everywhere I go
Don't come to me 'bout no ho
Poppin' niggas like Tic Tac Toe
Sippin' Ace of Spades, I do
Got the K everywhere I go
Don't come to me 'bout no ho
Don't come to me 'bout no rumor
My partner, he got a tumor
Every day, I keep a ruler
Just me, I don't need no shooter
Don't come to me 'bout no mess
Want beef, I'm sayin' less
It ain't nothin' to get you wet
Make a movie on your set
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
It's a Kodak moment, got Kodak in this bitch
Uh, yeah, yeah
Lil' fish, uh
I did a Saks Fifth run (Yeah)
I did a bad bitch run, uh
I just bought a new AP (AP)
'Bout to get the bad bitch one (Yeah)
Nigga like the new Jay-Z (Woo)
Pockets on fat, Big Pun (Big bag)
I be goin' too crazy (Crazy)
Hit a famous ho, which one? Yeah
Ain't no stopping me
Talk on the 'net, don't apply to me
I can't be with these rap niggas
I know my dawgs gon' slide for me
All that talk, that's cap, nigga
Y'all be soundin' like cops to me
Layin' on the jet with a MAC, nigga
Bust down, ain't no robbin' me
I don’t want my old bitch back (I don't wanna her)
Shit, damn, but I still wanna fuck, uh (Yeah)
I be overload with the drip (Drip)
Shit might spill in my cup, uh
I can't fuck with these niggas (Fuck 'em)
But I still send 'em my love (Yeah)
I ain't gotta trap no more (No)
I'ma just give 'em my plug (Yeah)
New bitch ass too fat (Ass too fat)
Put a price tag on that (Price tag)
No, I'm not cuffin' these thots (No)
You ain't gotta ask me that (No)
I be tryna run up this guap (Run it up)
Nigga, you can have 'em back (Yeah)
Two big boy Rolls Royces (What?)
And we goin' back to back, huh
[Kodak Black:]
Poppin' niggas like tic-tac-toe
Sippin' Ace of Spades, I do
Got the K everywhere I go
Don't come to me 'bout no ho
Poppin' niggas like Tic Tac Toe
Sippin' Ace of Spades, I do
Got the K everywhere I go
Don't come to me 'bout no ho
Don't come to me 'bout no rumor
My partner, he got a tumor
Every day, I keep a ruler
Just me, I don't need no shooter
Don't come to me 'bout no mess
Want beef, I'm sayin' less
It ain't nothin' to get you wet
Make a movie on your set
[Meek Mill:]
Benji, Benji, Benji on Benjis (Benjis)
Keepin' my hoes in that Fendi (That Fendi)
Whippin' that Rolls like a hemi (Skrrt)
Face down, smearin' her Fenty, uh
Niggas, they always got somethin' to say
See 'em, it's nothin' to talk about (Nothin')
Catch you and you tried to stunt in the club
You gettin' smoked in the parking lot
Came on the block (Uh), brand new Saint Laurent (Whoa)
I gotta lay off designer 'cause honestly I've just been makin' 'em hot (Yeah)
I'm not a Muslim but I had to put in them prayers to make it sell out (Woo)
I know my way to the top
I took a circle and made it a block, run (Break it down)
Red fish, blue fish, old bitch, new bitch (New bitch)
Niggas said it's on sight, see me, he ain't do shit, uh
We got them thirties on thirties (Thirties)
Phantom is newer than Jersey (Jersey)
I put that bitch in a figure four
Fuck it, I'm doin' her dirty (Dirty)
Don't even know what I'm in it for (I don't)
I probably get her a Rollie (A Rollie)
I probably get her Chanel, Chanel
And then she know I'm fuckin' her homies (Her homies)
Keep a bad bitch in my face (My face)
She tryin' to get to first place (First place)
We don't pop X, pop Ace (Pop Ace)
And we only cop by case, huh
[Kodak Black:]
Poppin' niggas like tic-tac-toe
Sippin' Ace of Spades, I do
Got the K everywhere I go
Don't come to me 'bout no ho
Poppin' niggas like Tic Tac Toe
Sippin' Ace of Spades, I do
Got the K everywhere I go
Don't come to me 'bout no ho
Don't come to me 'bout no rumor
My partner, he got a tumor
Every day, I keep a ruler
Just me, I don't need no shooter
Don't come to me 'bout no mess
Want beef, I'm sayin' less
It ain't nothin' to get you wet
Make a movie on your set
24/7 lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Ella Mai)
[Beyoncé:]
End, that's what I found out
[Ella Mai:]
Tell me how you want it, yeah
Call me and I'm on my way
Tell me that you need me, yeah
I'll give it to you night and day
I'm talkin' 'bout Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday Saturday, Sunday
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday
All day, 24/7
Yeah, all day, 24/7
[Meek Mill:]
Uh-huh-uh
Lovin' the shit out you, fuckin' the shit out you
For seven days straight, and now I can't even live without you
And if we ever broke up, I won't have a kid without you
You forever in my heart, I won't forget about you
I be crushin' you on Monday like it's Wednesday
You pressed about that nigga, what your friends say?
Oh, G63 is what your Benz say
I'm so happy you ain't listen to your friends, babe
You can tell me how you want it, how you need it, I don't mind
Need you right here by my side, 'cause out of sight is out of mind
And out of spite you hit decline, but I was hype
I hit your line a few more times than you hit back I'm gon' respond
[Ella Mai (Meek Mill):]
Tell me how you want it, yeah
Call me and I'm on my way (On my way, on my way, woah)
Tell me that you need me, yeah
I'll give it to you night and day (Night and day, night and day, go)
I'm talkin' 'bout Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday Saturday, Sunday
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday
All day, 24/7
Yeah, all day, 24/7
[Meek Mill:]
Uh, yeah
You be throwin' that shit back like it's a Thursday
I be treatin' you like everyday your birthday
Them hoes ain't fuckin' with you on your worst day
I got you on a new level like what Ferg say
When you fell down, I pick you up
Put on your crown, and lift you up
I put a rock all on your finger, so much ice could push a puck
Heard they feelings 'bout you, baby, tell them hoes I wish 'em luck
Talkin' relationship goals, this could be us, yuh
24/7, what's the 411?
When you see me kneel like Kaepernick, call a reverend
See, I got a milli' in a stash for a weddin'
If you ready, let me know, 'cause it's whatever
[Ella Mai:]
But I know you in the worst way
Yeah, our anniversary
'Bout to suit up on my birthday
'Cause I know they keep you thirsty
Ain't no playin', this is us
Boy, be gentle, ain't no rush
365, you're the only one I trust
No, I can't get enough
And all my ladies, if you feel me, help me sing it out
Yeah, yeah
I'm talkin' 'bout Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday Saturday
Tell me how you want it, yeah
Call me and I'm on my way
Tell me that you need me, yeah
I'll give it to you night and day
I'm talkin' 'bout Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday Saturday, Sunday
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday
All day, 24/7
Yeah, all day, 24/7
Oh yeah
[Beyoncé:]
End
What I found out-
I took a vow that from now on
I'm gonna be my own best
End, that's what I found out
[Ella Mai:]
Tell me how you want it, yeah
Call me and I'm on my way
Tell me that you need me, yeah
I'll give it to you night and day
I'm talkin' 'bout Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday Saturday, Sunday
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday
All day, 24/7
Yeah, all day, 24/7
[Meek Mill:]
Uh-huh-uh
Lovin' the shit out you, fuckin' the shit out you
For seven days straight, and now I can't even live without you
And if we ever broke up, I won't have a kid without you
You forever in my heart, I won't forget about you
I be crushin' you on Monday like it's Wednesday
You pressed about that nigga, what your friends say?
Oh, G63 is what your Benz say
I'm so happy you ain't listen to your friends, babe
You can tell me how you want it, how you need it, I don't mind
Need you right here by my side, 'cause out of sight is out of mind
And out of spite you hit decline, but I was hype
I hit your line a few more times than you hit back I'm gon' respond
[Ella Mai (Meek Mill):]
Tell me how you want it, yeah
Call me and I'm on my way (On my way, on my way, woah)
Tell me that you need me, yeah
I'll give it to you night and day (Night and day, night and day, go)
I'm talkin' 'bout Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday Saturday, Sunday
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday
All day, 24/7
Yeah, all day, 24/7
[Meek Mill:]
Uh, yeah
You be throwin' that shit back like it's a Thursday
I be treatin' you like everyday your birthday
Them hoes ain't fuckin' with you on your worst day
I got you on a new level like what Ferg say
When you fell down, I pick you up
Put on your crown, and lift you up
I put a rock all on your finger, so much ice could push a puck
Heard they feelings 'bout you, baby, tell them hoes I wish 'em luck
Talkin' relationship goals, this could be us, yuh
24/7, what's the 411?
When you see me kneel like Kaepernick, call a reverend
See, I got a milli' in a stash for a weddin'
If you ready, let me know, 'cause it's whatever
[Ella Mai:]
But I know you in the worst way
Yeah, our anniversary
'Bout to suit up on my birthday
'Cause I know they keep you thirsty
Ain't no playin', this is us
Boy, be gentle, ain't no rush
365, you're the only one I trust
No, I can't get enough
And all my ladies, if you feel me, help me sing it out
Yeah, yeah
I'm talkin' 'bout Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday Saturday
Tell me how you want it, yeah
Call me and I'm on my way
Tell me that you need me, yeah
I'll give it to you night and day
I'm talkin' 'bout Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday Saturday, Sunday
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday
All day, 24/7
Yeah, all day, 24/7
Oh yeah
[Beyoncé:]
End
What I found out-
I took a vow that from now on
I'm gonna be my own best
Oodles O' Noodles Babies lyrics - Meek Mill
This shit right here for my Oodles o' Noodles babies
His ma’ smoked the crack while she was pregnant so he can't even help that he crazy
He goin' to jail, it’s inevitable, for real
I ain't had nobody to give me no hope
I hope my momma ain't doin' no coke
I used to wish that my daddy was livin'
I had a dream that I see him a ghost
I used to act up when I went to school
Thought it was cool, but I really was hurt
Wanted my family to come to my games
My mama couldn't make it 'cause she was at work
Lived with my grandma, she took me to church
Really no I ain't wanna go
Remember I kissed my aunt in the casket
And her forehead was cold
I was like 4 years old
We couldn’t afford no clothes
It was hand me down
Who would think a nigga get a Grammy now?
Got a black judge tryna tear me down
All this jail time probably wear me down
Turn the lights off in the bathroom
Screaming, "Bloody, Bloody, Bloody Mary" now
Havin’ nightmares about Candyman
With the tool on me like a handyman
Killed my lil' cousin, I’m like, "Damn it, man"
Had to see the footage on a camera, man
On the pavement, with his brains out
With the white sheet, he was laid out
Wanna ask 'Ye, "Is this a choice?"
It was like this when I came out
What the fuck is you really complaining 'bout?
I know niggas that's never gon’ make it out
This that shit you won't see in the media
Poor get poorer and the rich gettin' greedier
Lot of daddies goin' back and forth out of jail
Lot of sons growin' up and repeating them
This the belly of the beast, you won't make it out
Man, this shit was designed just to eat us up
And my momma told, "Nigga, keep it up
You gon' end up in prison, just sweepin' up"
Remember, nobody never believed in us
When they see us now, they can't believe it's us, no
I think it's funny how
We used to go to school, play SEGA's
And then, next thing you know, you runnin' 'round with Glock .40s
We ain't never believed in the police, they was shootin' us
Yeah, they called it the projects, they put us in projects
What they gon' do with us? Can't call the cops yet
You might just get popped at
'Cause they the ones shootin' us
I'm on my mom's steps, it's like a bomb threat
The violence pursuing us, I ain't meet God yet
'Cause I'm on the block where
It's just me and Lucifer, look what they do to us
They know we in poverty
When I went to court, the judge said, "Meek, you a menace to society"
Huh, you said, you would give me a chance, your honor, why would you lie to me?
16 more years of probation, you know you gon' get more time on me, huh
Whole hood goin' crazy, babies havin' babies
She was fourteen, actin' like she eighteen
Got pregnant by a nigga that was locked up in them cages
And the story goes on, if you make it, you amazing (Word up)
See, I got homie that's a billionaire
And I be tryin' to explain to him like
If your mom ain't on crack or if she got a job and she doing eight hours a day
And your daddy in the graveyard or in the jail cell, who the fuck gon' babysit?
His ma’ smoked the crack while she was pregnant so he can't even help that he crazy
He goin' to jail, it’s inevitable, for real
I ain't had nobody to give me no hope
I hope my momma ain't doin' no coke
I used to wish that my daddy was livin'
I had a dream that I see him a ghost
I used to act up when I went to school
Thought it was cool, but I really was hurt
Wanted my family to come to my games
My mama couldn't make it 'cause she was at work
Lived with my grandma, she took me to church
Really no I ain't wanna go
Remember I kissed my aunt in the casket
And her forehead was cold
I was like 4 years old
We couldn’t afford no clothes
It was hand me down
Who would think a nigga get a Grammy now?
Got a black judge tryna tear me down
All this jail time probably wear me down
Turn the lights off in the bathroom
Screaming, "Bloody, Bloody, Bloody Mary" now
Havin’ nightmares about Candyman
With the tool on me like a handyman
Killed my lil' cousin, I’m like, "Damn it, man"
Had to see the footage on a camera, man
On the pavement, with his brains out
With the white sheet, he was laid out
Wanna ask 'Ye, "Is this a choice?"
It was like this when I came out
What the fuck is you really complaining 'bout?
I know niggas that's never gon’ make it out
This that shit you won't see in the media
Poor get poorer and the rich gettin' greedier
Lot of daddies goin' back and forth out of jail
Lot of sons growin' up and repeating them
This the belly of the beast, you won't make it out
Man, this shit was designed just to eat us up
And my momma told, "Nigga, keep it up
You gon' end up in prison, just sweepin' up"
Remember, nobody never believed in us
When they see us now, they can't believe it's us, no
I think it's funny how
We used to go to school, play SEGA's
And then, next thing you know, you runnin' 'round with Glock .40s
We ain't never believed in the police, they was shootin' us
Yeah, they called it the projects, they put us in projects
What they gon' do with us? Can't call the cops yet
You might just get popped at
'Cause they the ones shootin' us
I'm on my mom's steps, it's like a bomb threat
The violence pursuing us, I ain't meet God yet
'Cause I'm on the block where
It's just me and Lucifer, look what they do to us
They know we in poverty
When I went to court, the judge said, "Meek, you a menace to society"
Huh, you said, you would give me a chance, your honor, why would you lie to me?
16 more years of probation, you know you gon' get more time on me, huh
Whole hood goin' crazy, babies havin' babies
She was fourteen, actin' like she eighteen
Got pregnant by a nigga that was locked up in them cages
And the story goes on, if you make it, you amazing (Word up)
See, I got homie that's a billionaire
And I be tryin' to explain to him like
If your mom ain't on crack or if she got a job and she doing eight hours a day
And your daddy in the graveyard or in the jail cell, who the fuck gon' babysit?
Pay You Back lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. 21 Savage)
[Meek Mill (Future):]
Yeah, ooh
(Wheezy outta here)
We gon' wake yo' dog up on that cash, huh (Brr)
Play I'll put them demons on yo' ass, huh
I got too much problems, don't make me mad, huh (Don't make me mad)
I'm too rich to send a hit, you better be glad, huh (Better be glad)
Deep down in them trenches, started up in extensions, (No)
Touch down in the clipboard, now we back in business (Business)
Pull up in my hood, these niggas be actin' different (For what?)
They gon' keep it cool 'cause we'll rat them niggas
Huh, livin' to die, nigga we dyin' to live (Dyin' to live)
Had to sacrifice my life just for my mom and kids (Mom and kids)
Beefin' with some real killers, they at my momma crib
Turn me to a monster, gotta show you niggas what time it is, huh
I got a rush, now none of these niggas wanna hit me up (Boom boom boom)
I was taught to kill a real killer, and it'll get you loved (Get you loved)
Fast game a nigga thirty years and he stuck (And he stuck)
Still prayin' he don't get me up, huh
We gon' wake yo' dog up on that cash, huh (Brr)
Send a message to 'em with no mask, huh (With no mask)
You don't wanna see my lil' nigga in yo' grass, huh (In yo' grass)
Hangin' all out the window, swingin' that Mac, huh (Straight up)
Pay you back, nigga gon' pay you back (Pay you back) (21, 21)
Leave 'em with some real rich niggas that'll get you wet (Get you what?)
We ain't ever fittin' with no nigga with like, "Where you at?" (21, 21)
Pay you back, niggas gon' pay you back
[21 Savage:]
I can't lie, I feel like John Wick with a stick (Straight up)
Bought a trap phone just to greenlight hit (Straight up)
All that talkin' make that chopper give you lip filler (21)
I come from the six, where they kill killers (Straight up)
This AK got so many bodies I call it Charles Manson (Straight up)
We was tryna find a lick, y'all niggas was somewhere dancing (Bitch)
Them young niggas still had respect when they was broke, huh (God)
The whole city know that 21 gang got smoke, some
If you want a wack, it's gon' cost ten nickels (Fifty)
Bring a hundred racks, it could get done quicker (Quickie)
Desert Eagle bullets same size as a pickle (Straight up)
We could lie to opps and then we fuck all they sisters (On god)
All the guns I own got hollow tips in 'em (Straight up)
Nigga pick a side and you gon' die in the middle (Lil' bitch)
Dreamchaser shoot 'em wit' the 38 through the pillow
Wish I rapped in the 90's 'cause this 2k shit full of weirdos (Weirdos)
[Meek Mill:]
We gon' wake yo' dog up on that cash, huh (Brr)
Send a message to 'em with no mask, huh (With no mask)
You don't wanna see my lil' nigga in yo' grass, huh (In yo' grass)
Hangin' all out the window, swingin' that Mac, huh
Pay you back, nigga gon' pay you back (Pay you back)
Leave 'em with some real rich niggas that'll get you wet (Wet)
We ain't ever fittin' with no nigga with like, "Where you at?" (Where you whoo)
Pay you back, niggas gon' pay you back, huh
I'm like free all my young niggas that's incarcerated (Free 'em)
See 20 mil by 32, I feel obligated (Yeah)
I say nigga don't want no smoke, you ain't no carburetor (Brr)
Try to kill me, I come right back, Arnold Schwarzenegger (Ha)
AP terminator (Terminator), gon' make me burn a hater (Burn a hater)
No bitch shitted on me back then, I had to return the favor (Whoo)
I feel first night, I ain't hit her back, and I don't wanna fight
You can get it back, I ain't beatin' 'bout no dog hoe
Can't find a bitch like Waldo
'Cause she was tryna buy the bitch all though
Nigga this that Chanel money
This that so much work, if you get coach, you better not tell money
This that out yo' league, I smell like Creed while buying smell money
Fly them bells in, right to your doorstep, that's Mel money
Young bull did his first hit and he turnt up, huh
If gettin' money was a sin nigga, I'd be burnt up, huh
If you know a nigga from back then, oh I was fucked up, huh
Get to playin' fingers and they swingin' through like a nunchuck (Gang)
We gon' wake yo' dog up on that cash, huh (Brr)
Send a message to 'em with no mask, huh (With no mask)
You don't wanna see my lil' nigga in yo' grass, huh (In yo' grass)
Hangin' all out the window, swingin' that Mac, huh (Boom boom boom)
Pay you back, nigga gon' pay you back (Pay you back)
Leave 'em with some real rich niggas that'll get you wet (Wet)
We ain't ever fittin' no nigga with like, "Where you at?" (Where you whoo)
Pay you back, niggas gon' pay you back, ho
Yeah, ooh
(Wheezy outta here)
We gon' wake yo' dog up on that cash, huh (Brr)
Play I'll put them demons on yo' ass, huh
I got too much problems, don't make me mad, huh (Don't make me mad)
I'm too rich to send a hit, you better be glad, huh (Better be glad)
Deep down in them trenches, started up in extensions, (No)
Touch down in the clipboard, now we back in business (Business)
Pull up in my hood, these niggas be actin' different (For what?)
They gon' keep it cool 'cause we'll rat them niggas
Huh, livin' to die, nigga we dyin' to live (Dyin' to live)
Had to sacrifice my life just for my mom and kids (Mom and kids)
Beefin' with some real killers, they at my momma crib
Turn me to a monster, gotta show you niggas what time it is, huh
I got a rush, now none of these niggas wanna hit me up (Boom boom boom)
I was taught to kill a real killer, and it'll get you loved (Get you loved)
Fast game a nigga thirty years and he stuck (And he stuck)
Still prayin' he don't get me up, huh
We gon' wake yo' dog up on that cash, huh (Brr)
Send a message to 'em with no mask, huh (With no mask)
You don't wanna see my lil' nigga in yo' grass, huh (In yo' grass)
Hangin' all out the window, swingin' that Mac, huh (Straight up)
Pay you back, nigga gon' pay you back (Pay you back) (21, 21)
Leave 'em with some real rich niggas that'll get you wet (Get you what?)
We ain't ever fittin' with no nigga with like, "Where you at?" (21, 21)
Pay you back, niggas gon' pay you back
[21 Savage:]
I can't lie, I feel like John Wick with a stick (Straight up)
Bought a trap phone just to greenlight hit (Straight up)
All that talkin' make that chopper give you lip filler (21)
I come from the six, where they kill killers (Straight up)
This AK got so many bodies I call it Charles Manson (Straight up)
We was tryna find a lick, y'all niggas was somewhere dancing (Bitch)
Them young niggas still had respect when they was broke, huh (God)
The whole city know that 21 gang got smoke, some
If you want a wack, it's gon' cost ten nickels (Fifty)
Bring a hundred racks, it could get done quicker (Quickie)
Desert Eagle bullets same size as a pickle (Straight up)
We could lie to opps and then we fuck all they sisters (On god)
All the guns I own got hollow tips in 'em (Straight up)
Nigga pick a side and you gon' die in the middle (Lil' bitch)
Dreamchaser shoot 'em wit' the 38 through the pillow
Wish I rapped in the 90's 'cause this 2k shit full of weirdos (Weirdos)
[Meek Mill:]
We gon' wake yo' dog up on that cash, huh (Brr)
Send a message to 'em with no mask, huh (With no mask)
You don't wanna see my lil' nigga in yo' grass, huh (In yo' grass)
Hangin' all out the window, swingin' that Mac, huh
Pay you back, nigga gon' pay you back (Pay you back)
Leave 'em with some real rich niggas that'll get you wet (Wet)
We ain't ever fittin' with no nigga with like, "Where you at?" (Where you whoo)
Pay you back, niggas gon' pay you back, huh
I'm like free all my young niggas that's incarcerated (Free 'em)
See 20 mil by 32, I feel obligated (Yeah)
I say nigga don't want no smoke, you ain't no carburetor (Brr)
Try to kill me, I come right back, Arnold Schwarzenegger (Ha)
AP terminator (Terminator), gon' make me burn a hater (Burn a hater)
No bitch shitted on me back then, I had to return the favor (Whoo)
I feel first night, I ain't hit her back, and I don't wanna fight
You can get it back, I ain't beatin' 'bout no dog hoe
Can't find a bitch like Waldo
'Cause she was tryna buy the bitch all though
Nigga this that Chanel money
This that so much work, if you get coach, you better not tell money
This that out yo' league, I smell like Creed while buying smell money
Fly them bells in, right to your doorstep, that's Mel money
Young bull did his first hit and he turnt up, huh
If gettin' money was a sin nigga, I'd be burnt up, huh
If you know a nigga from back then, oh I was fucked up, huh
Get to playin' fingers and they swingin' through like a nunchuck (Gang)
We gon' wake yo' dog up on that cash, huh (Brr)
Send a message to 'em with no mask, huh (With no mask)
You don't wanna see my lil' nigga in yo' grass, huh (In yo' grass)
Hangin' all out the window, swingin' that Mac, huh (Boom boom boom)
Pay you back, nigga gon' pay you back (Pay you back)
Leave 'em with some real rich niggas that'll get you wet (Wet)
We ain't ever fittin' no nigga with like, "Where you at?" (Where you whoo)
Pay you back, niggas gon' pay you back, ho
100 Summers lyrics - Meek Mill
I gotta place my rear view when I pull outta the parking lot
'Cause where I'm from all you niggas die in the parking lot
Get ten seconds on the news, they barely talk about us
You gotta watch the way you move, they'll make a target outchea
Oh, the Reaper comin', gotta keep it on me
I told my momma I won't leave her lonely
Too much drama, get these demons off me
You still at war, I got that thing in arm reach
Fuck what happened
That's what my momma told me when they caught me with the ratchet
Rather see me in a cell than see me in a casket
I show love to all my fans 'cause I prevail through all this rapping bull
I got homies that died young and I miss 'em, tell the truth
I feel like I let 'em down and that's word to Lil Snupe
I put diamonds in yo face so when they see me they see you
Know they'd kill me in my hood, but I just keep on comin' through
Still wit' it, the graveyard throwing a party for all the real niggas
They invited me, but shit I got a meal ticket
When everybody want me to get out we gotta deal wit' it
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I did something that I had to regret
I say some things I could never forget
The Reaper took my homie's soul, feel like he after me next, hol' up
I just wanna ball hunnid summers
Seen too many of my dogs goin' under
How I made it out alive sometimes I wonder
We been goin' to war since Contra
Grew up 'round them monsters they'll shoot you in your face
Ain't used to showin' no love that's 'cause we grew up in that hate
Live by the sword, die by the sword way
Tried to make it home, they shot him in the hallway
Tears on my face feel like I be cryin' blood
Momma see her son again, we call that blind love
I can't trust these niggas, they'll get you lined up
Tried to rob me, he got smoke for a Rollie, his time's up
You gon' be a killer or a homicide
Make your momma shed a tear before my momma cry
Was young and great, but they still smoked him at the waffle spot
Only God can judge me when when I clutch him and let that chopper rock
Philly shit
I wrote this in blood, this some of my realest shit
They say if he rich as fuck, why he movin' so militant
'Cause in my hood it ain't no love and I know what I'm dealin' wit'
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I did something that I had to regret
I say some things I could never forget
The Reaper took my homie's soul, feel like he after me next, hol' up
I just wanna ball hunnid summers
Seen too many of my dogs goin' under
How I made it out alive sometimes I wonder
We been goin' to war since Contra
Oh, yeah yeah
'Cause where I'm from all you niggas die in the parking lot
Get ten seconds on the news, they barely talk about us
You gotta watch the way you move, they'll make a target outchea
Oh, the Reaper comin', gotta keep it on me
I told my momma I won't leave her lonely
Too much drama, get these demons off me
You still at war, I got that thing in arm reach
Fuck what happened
That's what my momma told me when they caught me with the ratchet
Rather see me in a cell than see me in a casket
I show love to all my fans 'cause I prevail through all this rapping bull
I got homies that died young and I miss 'em, tell the truth
I feel like I let 'em down and that's word to Lil Snupe
I put diamonds in yo face so when they see me they see you
Know they'd kill me in my hood, but I just keep on comin' through
Still wit' it, the graveyard throwing a party for all the real niggas
They invited me, but shit I got a meal ticket
When everybody want me to get out we gotta deal wit' it
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I did something that I had to regret
I say some things I could never forget
The Reaper took my homie's soul, feel like he after me next, hol' up
I just wanna ball hunnid summers
Seen too many of my dogs goin' under
How I made it out alive sometimes I wonder
We been goin' to war since Contra
Grew up 'round them monsters they'll shoot you in your face
Ain't used to showin' no love that's 'cause we grew up in that hate
Live by the sword, die by the sword way
Tried to make it home, they shot him in the hallway
Tears on my face feel like I be cryin' blood
Momma see her son again, we call that blind love
I can't trust these niggas, they'll get you lined up
Tried to rob me, he got smoke for a Rollie, his time's up
You gon' be a killer or a homicide
Make your momma shed a tear before my momma cry
Was young and great, but they still smoked him at the waffle spot
Only God can judge me when when I clutch him and let that chopper rock
Philly shit
I wrote this in blood, this some of my realest shit
They say if he rich as fuck, why he movin' so militant
'Cause in my hood it ain't no love and I know what I'm dealin' wit'
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I did something that I had to regret
I say some things I could never forget
The Reaper took my homie's soul, feel like he after me next, hol' up
I just wanna ball hunnid summers
Seen too many of my dogs goin' under
How I made it out alive sometimes I wonder
We been goin' to war since Contra
Oh, yeah yeah
Wit The Shits (W.T.S) lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Melii)
C-Sick, C-Sick, C-Sick
[Meek Mill:]
Uh, shawty was frontin', now she throw that pussy at me (Throwin' that pussy)
Told her meet me at the clearport, she got happy (She got hyped)
Nigga, you don't want these problems, Lil Scrappy (You don't want problems)
If you talk, when you see me, just don't dap me, for real
Back on my savage shit, got that pussy off accident (Yeah)
Fuckin' these ratchet bitches, stay on her knee like Kaepernick, yeah
I just been havin' it, lovin' this money, I'm passionate, yeah
Once I fuck like Meechy, hoe, give you my ass to kiss, pause
Nigga said he hit my hoe, so what?
Nigga, I hit that too, yeah
She said she don't swallow, grow up
This shit grown-ups do, uh
I'ma put a check on your bitch ass
Homie gon' spin back through, yeah
Catch you on the block where you swim with the gang
Turn your whole shit Piru-ru
Get some pussy on a plane (On a plane)
This the type shit that I do (I do)
Who your WCW? (Who dat?)
The the type of hoes I screw (I screw)
This the type of hoes I got (I got)
New Hermes flip flops (Sheesh)
If ain't got no time for the hoe and I really like her, she'll get a wrist watch (Gang)
Do a split on the dick (Do a split)
If you really with the shits, lil' bitch (Lil' bitch)
She ask her friends (What?), "Should I let him hit?" (What they say?)
She say, "Girl, you better fuck him if he rich"
He gettin' it, bad bitch, hittin' it (Whoa)
New foreign, whippin it (Skrt)
Blue face, crippin' it (Crippin' it)
I go all day, count them Benjamins (Benjis)
I'm rich, really is
You sick, syphilis (Yeah, uh)
[Melii (Meek Mill):]
¿Quién es la mami que manda?
No tienes mula so yo te di banda
'Tamos fuma'o de la ganja
Pila de tigueres, rabia con armas
I let them eat up the nana, then bone a nigga, like, "See you
Mañana"
Baddest lil' bitch in my genre
I got your bitch that's fuckin' up commas
Icy, icy, icy, drip all on me, watch me when I move (When I move)
If you like 'em freaky, baby, she could come here, too (For real?)
You could eat this pussy while I watch her fuckin' you
Call that hoe a Uber when we done, it's up to you (Oh, yeah)
Who your MCM? Bitch, I make him swipe
I won't mention these hoes, I might give them likes
I just want the head, you can spend the night (Oh my god)
Kissin' him sloppy, callin' him papi, that shit get him hype (Que perro)
[Meek Mill:]
Do a split on the dick (Do a split)
If you really with the shits, lil' bitch (Lil' bitch)
She ask her friends (What?), "Should I let him hit?" (What they say?)
She say, "Girl, you better fuck him if he rich"
He gettin' it, bad bitch, hittin' it
New foreign, whippin it (Skrt)
Blue face, crippin' it (Crippin' it)
I go all day, count them Benjamins (Benjis)
I'm rich, really is
You sick, syphilis (Yeah, uh)
[Meek Mill:]
Uh, shawty was frontin', now she throw that pussy at me (Throwin' that pussy)
Told her meet me at the clearport, she got happy (She got hyped)
Nigga, you don't want these problems, Lil Scrappy (You don't want problems)
If you talk, when you see me, just don't dap me, for real
Back on my savage shit, got that pussy off accident (Yeah)
Fuckin' these ratchet bitches, stay on her knee like Kaepernick, yeah
I just been havin' it, lovin' this money, I'm passionate, yeah
Once I fuck like Meechy, hoe, give you my ass to kiss, pause
Nigga said he hit my hoe, so what?
Nigga, I hit that too, yeah
She said she don't swallow, grow up
This shit grown-ups do, uh
I'ma put a check on your bitch ass
Homie gon' spin back through, yeah
Catch you on the block where you swim with the gang
Turn your whole shit Piru-ru
Get some pussy on a plane (On a plane)
This the type shit that I do (I do)
Who your WCW? (Who dat?)
The the type of hoes I screw (I screw)
This the type of hoes I got (I got)
New Hermes flip flops (Sheesh)
If ain't got no time for the hoe and I really like her, she'll get a wrist watch (Gang)
Do a split on the dick (Do a split)
If you really with the shits, lil' bitch (Lil' bitch)
She ask her friends (What?), "Should I let him hit?" (What they say?)
She say, "Girl, you better fuck him if he rich"
He gettin' it, bad bitch, hittin' it (Whoa)
New foreign, whippin it (Skrt)
Blue face, crippin' it (Crippin' it)
I go all day, count them Benjamins (Benjis)
I'm rich, really is
You sick, syphilis (Yeah, uh)
[Melii (Meek Mill):]
¿Quién es la mami que manda?
No tienes mula so yo te di banda
'Tamos fuma'o de la ganja
Pila de tigueres, rabia con armas
I let them eat up the nana, then bone a nigga, like, "See you
Mañana"
Baddest lil' bitch in my genre
I got your bitch that's fuckin' up commas
Icy, icy, icy, drip all on me, watch me when I move (When I move)
If you like 'em freaky, baby, she could come here, too (For real?)
You could eat this pussy while I watch her fuckin' you
Call that hoe a Uber when we done, it's up to you (Oh, yeah)
Who your MCM? Bitch, I make him swipe
I won't mention these hoes, I might give them likes
I just want the head, you can spend the night (Oh my god)
Kissin' him sloppy, callin' him papi, that shit get him hype (Que perro)
[Meek Mill:]
Do a split on the dick (Do a split)
If you really with the shits, lil' bitch (Lil' bitch)
She ask her friends (What?), "Should I let him hit?" (What they say?)
She say, "Girl, you better fuck him if he rich"
He gettin' it, bad bitch, hittin' it
New foreign, whippin it (Skrt)
Blue face, crippin' it (Crippin' it)
I go all day, count them Benjamins (Benjis)
I'm rich, really is
You sick, syphilis (Yeah, uh)
Stuck in My Ways lyrics - Meek Mill
I bury you niggas in money
And then make it rain at your funeral
You flexing a ten and the twenties
Can tell that this money shit new to you
You get my chain, I don't want it back
You wear that shit while they viewing you
I'm in the field like a running back
Jumping out that Benz like a hula hoop
Call me the GOAT, but I'm in a lamb
I jumped out the Porsche, and got me some grams
Ran up a check, stop popping on bands
These niggas upset, thank God for my fam
Lord forgive me for towin' these hemis
And puttin' these bad bitches up in Fendi
I got a fetish for gettin' this cheddar
Ain't going out bad when I'm in the city
I ain't gotta front, I get what I want
If shawty a baddie, I hit from the front
She got a fattie, I hit from the back
They should have never let me in the sack
Oh yeah
I'm living legend, I swerve in that Lambo like I'm in the pack
Oh yeah
I'm going hard for this paper, they hating, ain't cuttin' no slack
(Get it back, get it back)
Stuck in my ways, chasing this paper, been up for some days
Fucking lil shawty, I let her hang with me, she fuckin' amazed
Crib so big, they get to my bedroom, it's fuckin' a maze
Cut her a check and tell her behave
I don't got time to be wasting my time
Too many bad bitches waiting in line
That pussy good, I'ma take her to shine
She lose a point, it'll make her a nine
She know I got some paper, I ain't gotta pay her
She just want me to pay her some mind
She want a fuckin' chaser, I'ma fuck her later
But I really can't make up my mind
I want some money and I want some pussy (Some pussy)
No lyin' like Lucious or Cookie
I built a empire sellin' that fire
I stayed on the block in a hoodie (Check check)
I turn my Glock onto fully (Fully)
I let it wop on a bully
I'm gettin' top in the telly (Ha)
It sound like she moppin' spaghetti
I ain't gotta front, I get what I want
If shawty a baddie, I hit from the front
She got a fattie, I hit from the back
They should have never let me in the sack
Oh yeah
I'm living legend, I swerve in that Lambo like I'm in the pack
Oh yeah
I'm going hard for this paper, they hating, ain't cuttin' no slack
(Get it back, get it back)
Stuck in my ways, chasing this paper, been up for some days
Fucking lil shawty, I let her hang with me, she fucking amazed
Crib so big, they get to my bedroom, it's fuckin' a maze
Cut her a check and tell her behave
Ain't no finessing (No)
Niggas they say it's all love and it better be (Yuh)
Can't get ahead of me (Whoa)
Whole 'nother level, they ain't on my pedigree
I got the recipe (Recipe)
I had to mix up the song with the melody (Mix it up)
Fuck is you tellin' me? (Tellin' me)
Shawty be choosing to keep her from messing me (Yeah)
Sniper Gang with me like Kodak
Milly got money and you know that (Know that)
Better pay the tab if you owe that (Yeah)
If a nigga start layin' where your ho at
I'm from the north side of Philly
My niggas are releasin' shot where your bro at (Shot)
I heard them niggas that's helpin' your hood
Got depressed when you hear you can't go back (Whoo)
I ain't gotta front, I get what I want
If shawty a baddie, I hit from the front
She got a fattie, I hit from the back
They should have never let me in the sack
Oh yeah
I'm living legend, I swerve in that Lambo like I'm in the pack
Oh yeah
I'm going hard for this paper, they hating, they cuttin' no slack
(Get it man, get it man)
Stuck in my ways, chasing this paper, been up for some days
Fucking lil shawty, I let her hang with me, she fucking amazed
Crib so big, they get to my bedroom, it's fuckin' a maze
Cut her a check and tell her behave
And then make it rain at your funeral
You flexing a ten and the twenties
Can tell that this money shit new to you
You get my chain, I don't want it back
You wear that shit while they viewing you
I'm in the field like a running back
Jumping out that Benz like a hula hoop
Call me the GOAT, but I'm in a lamb
I jumped out the Porsche, and got me some grams
Ran up a check, stop popping on bands
These niggas upset, thank God for my fam
Lord forgive me for towin' these hemis
And puttin' these bad bitches up in Fendi
I got a fetish for gettin' this cheddar
Ain't going out bad when I'm in the city
I ain't gotta front, I get what I want
If shawty a baddie, I hit from the front
She got a fattie, I hit from the back
They should have never let me in the sack
Oh yeah
I'm living legend, I swerve in that Lambo like I'm in the pack
Oh yeah
I'm going hard for this paper, they hating, ain't cuttin' no slack
(Get it back, get it back)
Stuck in my ways, chasing this paper, been up for some days
Fucking lil shawty, I let her hang with me, she fuckin' amazed
Crib so big, they get to my bedroom, it's fuckin' a maze
Cut her a check and tell her behave
I don't got time to be wasting my time
Too many bad bitches waiting in line
That pussy good, I'ma take her to shine
She lose a point, it'll make her a nine
She know I got some paper, I ain't gotta pay her
She just want me to pay her some mind
She want a fuckin' chaser, I'ma fuck her later
But I really can't make up my mind
I want some money and I want some pussy (Some pussy)
No lyin' like Lucious or Cookie
I built a empire sellin' that fire
I stayed on the block in a hoodie (Check check)
I turn my Glock onto fully (Fully)
I let it wop on a bully
I'm gettin' top in the telly (Ha)
It sound like she moppin' spaghetti
I ain't gotta front, I get what I want
If shawty a baddie, I hit from the front
She got a fattie, I hit from the back
They should have never let me in the sack
Oh yeah
I'm living legend, I swerve in that Lambo like I'm in the pack
Oh yeah
I'm going hard for this paper, they hating, ain't cuttin' no slack
(Get it back, get it back)
Stuck in my ways, chasing this paper, been up for some days
Fucking lil shawty, I let her hang with me, she fucking amazed
Crib so big, they get to my bedroom, it's fuckin' a maze
Cut her a check and tell her behave
Ain't no finessing (No)
Niggas they say it's all love and it better be (Yuh)
Can't get ahead of me (Whoa)
Whole 'nother level, they ain't on my pedigree
I got the recipe (Recipe)
I had to mix up the song with the melody (Mix it up)
Fuck is you tellin' me? (Tellin' me)
Shawty be choosing to keep her from messing me (Yeah)
Sniper Gang with me like Kodak
Milly got money and you know that (Know that)
Better pay the tab if you owe that (Yeah)
If a nigga start layin' where your ho at
I'm from the north side of Philly
My niggas are releasin' shot where your bro at (Shot)
I heard them niggas that's helpin' your hood
Got depressed when you hear you can't go back (Whoo)
I ain't gotta front, I get what I want
If shawty a baddie, I hit from the front
She got a fattie, I hit from the back
They should have never let me in the sack
Oh yeah
I'm living legend, I swerve in that Lambo like I'm in the pack
Oh yeah
I'm going hard for this paper, they hating, they cuttin' no slack
(Get it man, get it man)
Stuck in my ways, chasing this paper, been up for some days
Fucking lil shawty, I let her hang with me, she fucking amazed
Crib so big, they get to my bedroom, it's fuckin' a maze
Cut her a check and tell her behave
Cold Hearted II lyrics - Meek Mill
Woah, don't you, baby, hey
It won't matter, baby
Don't you know?
Don't you know?
Woah, don't you, baby, hey
It won't matter, baby
Don't you know?
Don't you know?
Uh, make it out the hood, they say you Hollywood
How dare you niggas tell me that I got it good
Gotta check and treat these niggas like I'm Robin Hood
When it was time to stand up for me, see, nobody stood
And I was lookin' at you niggas, all the ones I fed
Had me grindin' all them nights you was going to bed
And if I think I owe you something, nigga gon' ahead
Treat you like I never knew you, put it on your head
And I got Papi on my line like, 'When you comin' home?'
My mama see it in my face, she know that somethin' wrong
Bodies droppin' in my city all summer long
Out on bail but I still gotta keep somethin' on
'Cause I can't let 'em take my life, you might get left you make that right
When he got left it wasn't right, but he was tryna live that life
I call up Coon to book that jet, we like three deep, we take that flight
Used to land in California to play that studio all night, we stayin' down
For the love of them millions, ain't layin' down
Left you in the hood, what you sayin' now?
And niggas wanted the smoke, you said, "Stand down," uh
Cold heart, never get cold feet when the pressure come
It was beef, I had to tell niggas, "You better come"
Sister said they gettin' over, it's like you lettin' them
Some shit I had to learn my lesson from, uh
Checkin' in, checkin' out, I just had to check you out
2012, it was 50 niggas when I'm steppin' out
Forgot the time you asked me for a check and I ain't lived it out
I ain't even know you was upset, this what this shit about?
A green piece of paper can turn you to a hater
When you can't bring up one time you returned me for a favor
So I play these niggas real close, talkin' closer than my neighbors
'Cause I know the signs when niggas switch sides, catch them vapors
Used to be my dawg, you was in my left titty
Scream, "Ride or die," I thought you would ride with me
Found out you was jealous, you wouldn't even grind with me
And when I copped the 6 you wanted the 550
Used to be my dawg, you was in my left titty
Scream, "Ride or die," I thought you would ride with me
Found out you was jealous, you wouldn't even grind with me
And when I copped the 6 you wanted the 550
See, I look at it like this
What I'm supposed to spend a thousand nights in the studio rappin' my lights out?
Goin' city to city, can't take my son to school when I want to
Can't see my mama, my family when I want to
They give a nigga my money, they act like he hangin' with me
I ain't ever been sweet
Far as I can remember, every time I went to jail I had to stand up in that bitch by myself
I ain't never even think about a nigga callin' my baby mama to pick my son up to take him to the movies
Go play basketball while I'm doin' this time in the cell
Actin' like I owe you somethin'
See, it hurt my heart to see some of my closest friends
Turn their back on me about that attention needle
Or a green piece of paper with a slave master on the front of that shit
I used to hear niggas, niggas that I was feedin', I heard 'em whisperin', "Meek Mill finished"
I was like, "And damn, I was feedin' you, bro"
All I did was keep grindin'
Through the storm, nigga, I'm like Derrick Rose on a 50-point night
On a daily basis, nigga
For the love of the millions, royalty over loyalty, never get it confused
I got real friends and family that'll never turn their back on me for the love of the money
I got a homie that's doin' life
He can't offer me no money, he can't offer me nothin' but a friendship and a relationship
I talk to him seven days a week
So don't come to me talkin' 'bout no money shit, nigga
So if you feel some type of way about my money
We goin' to the furthest extent to protect that plate that goes under my son on the table, nigga
One love to all my family and friends that stayed down through all the madness
While I had to sacrifice and put it all on the line
One time for my mom and sister that never changed on me, even before I had money
Ride or die, no matter what
Dreamchasers for life, you dig?
Uh, I told niggas stop askin' me where niggas at
If you don't see 'em in the pictures with me, that mean they faded away
I got my niggas out dissin' myself, fun, we love each other, it's all love but
Everybody can't make it
Niggas wanna burn a bridge and expect you to send a yacht, huh? Where they do that at?
It won't matter, baby
Don't you know?
Don't you know?
Woah, don't you, baby, hey
It won't matter, baby
Don't you know?
Don't you know?
Uh, make it out the hood, they say you Hollywood
How dare you niggas tell me that I got it good
Gotta check and treat these niggas like I'm Robin Hood
When it was time to stand up for me, see, nobody stood
And I was lookin' at you niggas, all the ones I fed
Had me grindin' all them nights you was going to bed
And if I think I owe you something, nigga gon' ahead
Treat you like I never knew you, put it on your head
And I got Papi on my line like, 'When you comin' home?'
My mama see it in my face, she know that somethin' wrong
Bodies droppin' in my city all summer long
Out on bail but I still gotta keep somethin' on
'Cause I can't let 'em take my life, you might get left you make that right
When he got left it wasn't right, but he was tryna live that life
I call up Coon to book that jet, we like three deep, we take that flight
Used to land in California to play that studio all night, we stayin' down
For the love of them millions, ain't layin' down
Left you in the hood, what you sayin' now?
And niggas wanted the smoke, you said, "Stand down," uh
Cold heart, never get cold feet when the pressure come
It was beef, I had to tell niggas, "You better come"
Sister said they gettin' over, it's like you lettin' them
Some shit I had to learn my lesson from, uh
Checkin' in, checkin' out, I just had to check you out
2012, it was 50 niggas when I'm steppin' out
Forgot the time you asked me for a check and I ain't lived it out
I ain't even know you was upset, this what this shit about?
A green piece of paper can turn you to a hater
When you can't bring up one time you returned me for a favor
So I play these niggas real close, talkin' closer than my neighbors
'Cause I know the signs when niggas switch sides, catch them vapors
Used to be my dawg, you was in my left titty
Scream, "Ride or die," I thought you would ride with me
Found out you was jealous, you wouldn't even grind with me
And when I copped the 6 you wanted the 550
Used to be my dawg, you was in my left titty
Scream, "Ride or die," I thought you would ride with me
Found out you was jealous, you wouldn't even grind with me
And when I copped the 6 you wanted the 550
See, I look at it like this
What I'm supposed to spend a thousand nights in the studio rappin' my lights out?
Goin' city to city, can't take my son to school when I want to
Can't see my mama, my family when I want to
They give a nigga my money, they act like he hangin' with me
I ain't ever been sweet
Far as I can remember, every time I went to jail I had to stand up in that bitch by myself
I ain't never even think about a nigga callin' my baby mama to pick my son up to take him to the movies
Go play basketball while I'm doin' this time in the cell
Actin' like I owe you somethin'
See, it hurt my heart to see some of my closest friends
Turn their back on me about that attention needle
Or a green piece of paper with a slave master on the front of that shit
I used to hear niggas, niggas that I was feedin', I heard 'em whisperin', "Meek Mill finished"
I was like, "And damn, I was feedin' you, bro"
All I did was keep grindin'
Through the storm, nigga, I'm like Derrick Rose on a 50-point night
On a daily basis, nigga
For the love of the millions, royalty over loyalty, never get it confused
I got real friends and family that'll never turn their back on me for the love of the money
I got a homie that's doin' life
He can't offer me no money, he can't offer me nothin' but a friendship and a relationship
I talk to him seven days a week
So don't come to me talkin' 'bout no money shit, nigga
So if you feel some type of way about my money
We goin' to the furthest extent to protect that plate that goes under my son on the table, nigga
One love to all my family and friends that stayed down through all the madness
While I had to sacrifice and put it all on the line
One time for my mom and sister that never changed on me, even before I had money
Ride or die, no matter what
Dreamchasers for life, you dig?
Uh, I told niggas stop askin' me where niggas at
If you don't see 'em in the pictures with me, that mean they faded away
I got my niggas out dissin' myself, fun, we love each other, it's all love but
Everybody can't make it
Niggas wanna burn a bridge and expect you to send a yacht, huh? Where they do that at?
Millidelphia lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Swizz Beatz)
[Meek Mill & Swizz Beatz:]
Wooh
Show time
King's back, ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Pulling off in a 215
Told you it's Meek time
Meek time, it's Meek time, argh
[Meek Mill:]
For the love of the city (for the city)
All my niggas on the block (on the block)
12 o' clock, we ain't wheeling (we ain't wheeling)
Fuck 12 and the cops (fuck 12)
They wanna see me in the cage, I'd rather see me in a Wraith
I'm motivation on the 'gram
I'm going live on these bitches on stage, goddamn
Who love the streets? Meek, Meek
Who dropping heat? Meek, Meek
Who locked the city up, pull up in that Bentley track, rest of them motherfuckers see? Meek
Who dropping shit through the worst? Meek
Who really dropping that fire? Meek
Back on the water, they listen when I speak
Who got the key to the streets? Meek
[Meek Mill & Swizz Beatz:]
They was screaming free Meek (yeah), now Meek free, judge tryna hold me (talk to 'em)
Remember back when I was dead broke, pretty bitches, I ain't know 'em (zoom)
Taught these niggas how to post up on jet for the 'gram, busting Rollies (talk to 'em)
'Member that?
I'ma be humble but I need receipts 'cause these niggas up (Philly, stand up)
Nigga, ain't nothin' 'bout me average (woo)
Jumping out the Wraith with a bad bitch (damn)
At the clearport, moonwalking (woo)
Wrist all glitter, Michael Jackson (damn)
Nigga bad, messin' the rachet (gah damn)
Same with the internet capping (gah damn)
When we do a hit, it's a murder
Shit'll get ugly like a catfish
Who came and tripled his worth? Meek
Who shall inherit the Earth? Meek
Who see the plug, get 'em dirt? Chief
I get 'em bad bitches first, thief
Make it rain on 'em, pourin' Champagne on 'em bad bitches do whatever I say, wait
I bought a Rolls Royce just to burn that shit and set that shit on fire, niggas (gah damn)
[Meek Mill (Swizz Beatz):]
For the love of the city (for the city) (zoom)
All my niggas on the block (on the block) (zoom)
12 o' clock, we ain't wheeling (we ain't wheeling) (zoom)
Fuck 12 and the cops (fuck 12) (fuck them)
They wanna see me in the cage, I'd rather see me in a Wraith
I'm motivation on the 'gram
I'm going live on these bitches on stage, gah damn
Who love the streets? Meek, Meek
Who dropping heat? Meek, Meek
Who locked the city up, pull up in that Bentley track, rest of them motherfuckers see? Meek
Who dropping shit through the worst? Meek
Who really dropping that fire? Meek
Back on the water, they listen when I speak
Who got the key to the streets? Meek
[Meek Mill:]
Who really popping shit? (popping shit)
Came to your city and got it lit? (got it lit)
All of these pretty hoes I done hit (pretty hoes)
You better pray that I got a bitch (got a bitch)
I show no mercy on niggas' hoes (niggas' hoes)
All I gotta do is just like a pic' (woo)
If you a app, I'ma buy your bitch (buy your bitch)
This for the trenches, this's not a hit (woo)
Nigga, I'ma icon living, huh
Jumping on the chopper outta prison, huh
Bunch of supermodels wanna visit, huh
I'ma let her lover get a picture, huh
Aventador, Aventador, Aventador, (skurt, skurt)
Tell you how I came to a kitten (vroom)
I can smell rat niggas snitching (niggas snitching)
Touch down and it's back to the business
Who they say that's dropping that work? Meek
Who hit them bad bitches first? Meek
Who charge 250 a verse? Meek
Who rap and still get you murked? Meek
Cops try put me on the north side of Philly 'cause I'm still popping wheelies like what
New jewelry, new money on the way and I just ordered that Rolls Royce truck, ya dig?
For the love of the city (for the city)
All my niggas on the block (on the block)
12 o' clock, we ain't wheeling (we ain't wheeling)
Fuck 12 and the cops (fuck 12)
They wanna see me in the cage, I'd rather see me in a Wraith
I'm motivation on the 'gram
I'm going live on these bitches on stage, gah damn
Who love the streets? Meek, Meek
Who dropping heat? Meek, Meek
Who locked the city up, pull up in that Bentley track, rest of them motherfuckers see? Meek
Who dropping shit through the worst? Meek
Who really dropping that fire? Meek
Back on the water, they listen when I speak
Who got the key to the streets? Meek
P.H.I. double L Y, he that guy
He never gon' lie, forever be fly
I've been that nigga
I can swear to my god, cross my heart and put that on my mom
I bought her Patek ice, setting the time
Like Kim Jong, I been ready to bomb
I get gone, take a jet to Dubai
You're not a hundred, nigga, 75
You playing big, must be ready to die, nigga for f'ing with I
Meek!
Wooh
Show time
King's back, ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Pulling off in a 215
Told you it's Meek time
Meek time, it's Meek time, argh
[Meek Mill:]
For the love of the city (for the city)
All my niggas on the block (on the block)
12 o' clock, we ain't wheeling (we ain't wheeling)
Fuck 12 and the cops (fuck 12)
They wanna see me in the cage, I'd rather see me in a Wraith
I'm motivation on the 'gram
I'm going live on these bitches on stage, goddamn
Who love the streets? Meek, Meek
Who dropping heat? Meek, Meek
Who locked the city up, pull up in that Bentley track, rest of them motherfuckers see? Meek
Who dropping shit through the worst? Meek
Who really dropping that fire? Meek
Back on the water, they listen when I speak
Who got the key to the streets? Meek
[Meek Mill & Swizz Beatz:]
They was screaming free Meek (yeah), now Meek free, judge tryna hold me (talk to 'em)
Remember back when I was dead broke, pretty bitches, I ain't know 'em (zoom)
Taught these niggas how to post up on jet for the 'gram, busting Rollies (talk to 'em)
'Member that?
I'ma be humble but I need receipts 'cause these niggas up (Philly, stand up)
Nigga, ain't nothin' 'bout me average (woo)
Jumping out the Wraith with a bad bitch (damn)
At the clearport, moonwalking (woo)
Wrist all glitter, Michael Jackson (damn)
Nigga bad, messin' the rachet (gah damn)
Same with the internet capping (gah damn)
When we do a hit, it's a murder
Shit'll get ugly like a catfish
Who came and tripled his worth? Meek
Who shall inherit the Earth? Meek
Who see the plug, get 'em dirt? Chief
I get 'em bad bitches first, thief
Make it rain on 'em, pourin' Champagne on 'em bad bitches do whatever I say, wait
I bought a Rolls Royce just to burn that shit and set that shit on fire, niggas (gah damn)
[Meek Mill (Swizz Beatz):]
For the love of the city (for the city) (zoom)
All my niggas on the block (on the block) (zoom)
12 o' clock, we ain't wheeling (we ain't wheeling) (zoom)
Fuck 12 and the cops (fuck 12) (fuck them)
They wanna see me in the cage, I'd rather see me in a Wraith
I'm motivation on the 'gram
I'm going live on these bitches on stage, gah damn
Who love the streets? Meek, Meek
Who dropping heat? Meek, Meek
Who locked the city up, pull up in that Bentley track, rest of them motherfuckers see? Meek
Who dropping shit through the worst? Meek
Who really dropping that fire? Meek
Back on the water, they listen when I speak
Who got the key to the streets? Meek
[Meek Mill:]
Who really popping shit? (popping shit)
Came to your city and got it lit? (got it lit)
All of these pretty hoes I done hit (pretty hoes)
You better pray that I got a bitch (got a bitch)
I show no mercy on niggas' hoes (niggas' hoes)
All I gotta do is just like a pic' (woo)
If you a app, I'ma buy your bitch (buy your bitch)
This for the trenches, this's not a hit (woo)
Nigga, I'ma icon living, huh
Jumping on the chopper outta prison, huh
Bunch of supermodels wanna visit, huh
I'ma let her lover get a picture, huh
Aventador, Aventador, Aventador, (skurt, skurt)
Tell you how I came to a kitten (vroom)
I can smell rat niggas snitching (niggas snitching)
Touch down and it's back to the business
Who they say that's dropping that work? Meek
Who hit them bad bitches first? Meek
Who charge 250 a verse? Meek
Who rap and still get you murked? Meek
Cops try put me on the north side of Philly 'cause I'm still popping wheelies like what
New jewelry, new money on the way and I just ordered that Rolls Royce truck, ya dig?
For the love of the city (for the city)
All my niggas on the block (on the block)
12 o' clock, we ain't wheeling (we ain't wheeling)
Fuck 12 and the cops (fuck 12)
They wanna see me in the cage, I'd rather see me in a Wraith
I'm motivation on the 'gram
I'm going live on these bitches on stage, gah damn
Who love the streets? Meek, Meek
Who dropping heat? Meek, Meek
Who locked the city up, pull up in that Bentley track, rest of them motherfuckers see? Meek
Who dropping shit through the worst? Meek
Who really dropping that fire? Meek
Back on the water, they listen when I speak
Who got the key to the streets? Meek
P.H.I. double L Y, he that guy
He never gon' lie, forever be fly
I've been that nigga
I can swear to my god, cross my heart and put that on my mom
I bought her Patek ice, setting the time
Like Kim Jong, I been ready to bomb
I get gone, take a jet to Dubai
You're not a hundred, nigga, 75
You playing big, must be ready to die, nigga for f'ing with I
Meek!
Dangerous lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Jeremih, PnB Rock)
[Intro:]
Right Now Sound
Hitmaka!
[PnB Rock:]
You feel the vibe, it's contagious
Look in yo eyes, shit is dangerous
Grateful I had all the patience
I know you going through some changes
You taking pictures, know your angles
Ooh, no we ain't perfect, but we damn close
Ooh, you give me something I can't pay for
[Jeremih:]
No angel, but you got a halo
When it's nights like this, I really wanna be right here
I really wanna take you there
When it's nights like this, I really wanna be right here
I really wanna take you there
[Meek Mill:]
It was nights like this, feeling right like this
I never really spent no time like this, uh
The second time at the crib knowing I might not hit
You said, "What I look like?", like my bitch, yeah
Looking in yo eyes, shit is dangerous
That pussy wet, I call it angel dust
I done put so many diamond chains on you, they get tangled up
I never felt like this, this strange as fuck
([PnB Rock & Jeremih:] That's what it's like loving you)
Got yo ex nigga calling, but he can't do much
'Cause you with the kid now
Ella Mai, boo'd up
And all you gotta do is call and watch that Wraith pull up
Under the stars, since they throwing all the shade on us
Facts
[PnB Rock:]
You feel the vibe, it's contagious
[Jeremih:]
Look in yo eyes, shit is dangerous
[PnB Rock:]
Grateful I had all the patience
[Jeremih:]
I know you going through some changes
[PnB Rock:]
You taking pictures, know your angles
[Jeremih:]
Ooh, no we ain't perfect, but we damn close
[PnB Rock:]
Ooh, you give me something I can't pay for
[PnB Rock & Jeremih:]
That's what it's like loving you
[Meek Mill:]
Uh, you feel the vibe
Uh, I'm deep inside
Yeah, you fucking me
Ooh, I let you ride
Yeah, at first you curved me
I let you slide then
Yo hips so curvy, you let me slide in
Ooh, and it was over once I flipped you over
Relation goal, when we come through just like Beyoncé, Hova
This that Hermes money, this ain't no Fashion Nova
You said yo ex had you depressed and I'm just glad that's over
'Cause now you rocking with a real one
And when I'm in it, you be maxin' on a million
And when I hit it back to back, you make me still cum
I know them bitches hating on you, we gon' kill them
That's facts
[PnB Rock:]
You feel the vibe, it's contagious
[Jeremih:]
Look in yo eyes, shit is dangerous
[PnB Rock:]
Grateful I had all the patience
[Jeremih:]
I know you going through some changes
[PnB Rock:]
You taking pictures, know your angles
[Jeremih:]
Ooh, no we ain't perfect, but we damn close
[PnB Rock:]
Ooh, you give me something I can't pay for
[PnB Rock & Jeremih:]
That's what it's like loving you
[PnB Rock:]
Ayy, you know you bad bad
You know I laugh at these shawty's that try to text back
You from the projects, but so exotic
Just give me all of that pussy, so many options
Girl, you got me calling, all these different numbers
Why you being selfish? You know that I want you
You be leaving work and you deserve a Birkin
Girl, you so contagious, that ass is so dangerous
[PnB Rock:]
You feel the vibe, it's contagious
[Jeremih:]
Look in yo eyes, shit is dangerous
[PnB Rock:]
Grateful I had all the patience
[Jeremih:]
I know you going through some changes
[PnB Rock:]
You taking pictures, know your angles
[Jeremih:]
Ooh, no we ain't perfect, but we damn close
[PnB Rock:]
Ooh, you give me something I can't pay for
[PnB Rock & Jeremih:]
That's what it's like loving you
Right Now Sound
Hitmaka!
[PnB Rock:]
You feel the vibe, it's contagious
Look in yo eyes, shit is dangerous
Grateful I had all the patience
I know you going through some changes
You taking pictures, know your angles
Ooh, no we ain't perfect, but we damn close
Ooh, you give me something I can't pay for
[Jeremih:]
No angel, but you got a halo
When it's nights like this, I really wanna be right here
I really wanna take you there
When it's nights like this, I really wanna be right here
I really wanna take you there
[Meek Mill:]
It was nights like this, feeling right like this
I never really spent no time like this, uh
The second time at the crib knowing I might not hit
You said, "What I look like?", like my bitch, yeah
Looking in yo eyes, shit is dangerous
That pussy wet, I call it angel dust
I done put so many diamond chains on you, they get tangled up
I never felt like this, this strange as fuck
([PnB Rock & Jeremih:] That's what it's like loving you)
Got yo ex nigga calling, but he can't do much
'Cause you with the kid now
Ella Mai, boo'd up
And all you gotta do is call and watch that Wraith pull up
Under the stars, since they throwing all the shade on us
Facts
[PnB Rock:]
You feel the vibe, it's contagious
[Jeremih:]
Look in yo eyes, shit is dangerous
[PnB Rock:]
Grateful I had all the patience
[Jeremih:]
I know you going through some changes
[PnB Rock:]
You taking pictures, know your angles
[Jeremih:]
Ooh, no we ain't perfect, but we damn close
[PnB Rock:]
Ooh, you give me something I can't pay for
[PnB Rock & Jeremih:]
That's what it's like loving you
[Meek Mill:]
Uh, you feel the vibe
Uh, I'm deep inside
Yeah, you fucking me
Ooh, I let you ride
Yeah, at first you curved me
I let you slide then
Yo hips so curvy, you let me slide in
Ooh, and it was over once I flipped you over
Relation goal, when we come through just like Beyoncé, Hova
This that Hermes money, this ain't no Fashion Nova
You said yo ex had you depressed and I'm just glad that's over
'Cause now you rocking with a real one
And when I'm in it, you be maxin' on a million
And when I hit it back to back, you make me still cum
I know them bitches hating on you, we gon' kill them
That's facts
[PnB Rock:]
You feel the vibe, it's contagious
[Jeremih:]
Look in yo eyes, shit is dangerous
[PnB Rock:]
Grateful I had all the patience
[Jeremih:]
I know you going through some changes
[PnB Rock:]
You taking pictures, know your angles
[Jeremih:]
Ooh, no we ain't perfect, but we damn close
[PnB Rock:]
Ooh, you give me something I can't pay for
[PnB Rock & Jeremih:]
That's what it's like loving you
[PnB Rock:]
Ayy, you know you bad bad
You know I laugh at these shawty's that try to text back
You from the projects, but so exotic
Just give me all of that pussy, so many options
Girl, you got me calling, all these different numbers
Why you being selfish? You know that I want you
You be leaving work and you deserve a Birkin
Girl, you so contagious, that ass is so dangerous
[PnB Rock:]
You feel the vibe, it's contagious
[Jeremih:]
Look in yo eyes, shit is dangerous
[PnB Rock:]
Grateful I had all the patience
[Jeremih:]
I know you going through some changes
[PnB Rock:]
You taking pictures, know your angles
[Jeremih:]
Ooh, no we ain't perfect, but we damn close
[PnB Rock:]
Ooh, you give me something I can't pay for
[PnB Rock & Jeremih:]
That's what it's like loving you
1am lyrics - Meek Mill
Lil' fish
They call me lil' fish 'cause I be swimming in that pussy
Jahlil beats, holla at me!
Yeah
She gon' bust it down like the Patek, ah (the Patek, yeah)
All this water on me got you wet, huh (got you wet, huh)
Fuck her and her friend, that's a AND1, one ([?] one)
Dirty nigga, all these hundreds made me hit some, ah
Bunch of pretty bitches on the yacht (on the yacht)
Treat a supermodel like a thot (like a thotty)
Swerving down Collins in a drop (skrt skut)
Thirty shots on me, that's a mob
Shawty, got a head on her, she a genius, ah
Swerve a black car up in Neiman's, ah
80 racks, could've bought a Demon, ah
Trap God living like a kingpin, ah
Got your baby daddy sick (that's bad)
On the 'gram, leaving comments on my pics (he mad)
Get your mad, baby, before I get him hit (burr burr)
'Cause I ain't playing, girl, I'm really with the shits
1 am, we probably be at the club
2 am, we probably leaving the club
All the bad bitches, yeah, they leaving with us
Pull up, Lamborghini, got them eating the dust, oh lord
Ah, V.I.P. for all the P.Y.T.s
Puffy up in the session, we doing B.I.G.s
I'm Notorious just for sporting these Givenchys
Said she wanted some Molly, need to see her I.D
Get her smoking on cookie, now looky, she Chinese
When I ask her if she going, that mean, that she gotta leave
Like we taking a picture, baby, we got cheese
Came first five minutes, damn, she not pleased
I'm like, 'Hold up'
Uber on the way right now, ah
With a rich nigga, pipe down, ah
Pussy so wet, I drowned, ah
Go again? Baby, not now
12: 45, I'm on my way to the club (we lit)
D'Usse and me, baby, I ain't talking no drugs (no drugs)
Once they in our DMs, I'm 'bout to take it a [?]
She don't want a good boy, she wanna stay with a thug, forreal
1 am, we probably be at the club
2 am, we probably leaving the club
All the bad bitches, yeah, they leaving with us
Pull up, Lamborghini, got them eating the dust, oh lord
Bad bitch (hold up), that's a bad bitch (hold up)
Hermes' money, turn her into a savage (yeah)
Type of money turn a boujee bitch rachet (boujee, boujee)
Type of paper turn a boujee btich rachet, oh
Bad bitch (hold up), that's a bad bitch (hold up)
Pretty gang in real life, she ain't a catfish (yikes)
Got her hair and nails done and her ass did
Got her hair and nails done and her ass did, ah
Shittin' on 'em like like a port-a-potty (shit, yikes)
Slid up in her DM and I caught a body (nice)
I won't hit it raw, we ain't goin' to Maury (no way)
Like a waterfall, all this water on me
1 am, we probably be at the club
2 am, we probably leaving the club
All the bad bitches, yeah, they leaving with us
Pull up, Lamborghini, got them eating the dust, oh lord
They call me lil' fish 'cause I be swimming in that pussy
Jahlil beats, holla at me!
Yeah
She gon' bust it down like the Patek, ah (the Patek, yeah)
All this water on me got you wet, huh (got you wet, huh)
Fuck her and her friend, that's a AND1, one ([?] one)
Dirty nigga, all these hundreds made me hit some, ah
Bunch of pretty bitches on the yacht (on the yacht)
Treat a supermodel like a thot (like a thotty)
Swerving down Collins in a drop (skrt skut)
Thirty shots on me, that's a mob
Shawty, got a head on her, she a genius, ah
Swerve a black car up in Neiman's, ah
80 racks, could've bought a Demon, ah
Trap God living like a kingpin, ah
Got your baby daddy sick (that's bad)
On the 'gram, leaving comments on my pics (he mad)
Get your mad, baby, before I get him hit (burr burr)
'Cause I ain't playing, girl, I'm really with the shits
1 am, we probably be at the club
2 am, we probably leaving the club
All the bad bitches, yeah, they leaving with us
Pull up, Lamborghini, got them eating the dust, oh lord
Ah, V.I.P. for all the P.Y.T.s
Puffy up in the session, we doing B.I.G.s
I'm Notorious just for sporting these Givenchys
Said she wanted some Molly, need to see her I.D
Get her smoking on cookie, now looky, she Chinese
When I ask her if she going, that mean, that she gotta leave
Like we taking a picture, baby, we got cheese
Came first five minutes, damn, she not pleased
I'm like, 'Hold up'
Uber on the way right now, ah
With a rich nigga, pipe down, ah
Pussy so wet, I drowned, ah
Go again? Baby, not now
12: 45, I'm on my way to the club (we lit)
D'Usse and me, baby, I ain't talking no drugs (no drugs)
Once they in our DMs, I'm 'bout to take it a [?]
She don't want a good boy, she wanna stay with a thug, forreal
1 am, we probably be at the club
2 am, we probably leaving the club
All the bad bitches, yeah, they leaving with us
Pull up, Lamborghini, got them eating the dust, oh lord
Bad bitch (hold up), that's a bad bitch (hold up)
Hermes' money, turn her into a savage (yeah)
Type of money turn a boujee bitch rachet (boujee, boujee)
Type of paper turn a boujee btich rachet, oh
Bad bitch (hold up), that's a bad bitch (hold up)
Pretty gang in real life, she ain't a catfish (yikes)
Got her hair and nails done and her ass did
Got her hair and nails done and her ass did, ah
Shittin' on 'em like like a port-a-potty (shit, yikes)
Slid up in her DM and I caught a body (nice)
I won't hit it raw, we ain't goin' to Maury (no way)
Like a waterfall, all this water on me
1 am, we probably be at the club
2 am, we probably leaving the club
All the bad bitches, yeah, they leaving with us
Pull up, Lamborghini, got them eating the dust, oh lord
Stay Woke lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Miguel)
How I keep from going under?
It's like a jungle outside
Sometimes I wonder
How I keep from going under
[Meek Mill:]
We scream, "Black Lives Matter," but we still toting ladders
Watching our own brothers trying to get at us
Dreams get shattered when a scene full of crackers
And they charge you with some shit you ain't do
You like what happen
We go get lawyers to say shit, we don't know how to talk
They told us to hate each other before we learn how to walk
Momma taught you how to fight, fight, before she taught you how to write, write
And daddy locked down in the cell, can't kiss you night, night
Ma, she's under the bed every night, feel like it's fright night
Coke fumes in the air, mama holding on that pipe tight
And you catching contact, but never mind that
In a world where Black is wrong and white right
It's like a combat, we go to war for our freedom, they say we equal
I used to wanna play like Randall and be an Eagle
I used to play the quarterback, my dog would go receiver
That was 'til ball got flat by a dope needle on the pavement
It's amazing, this environment we was raised in
On them papers, one mistake and getting caged in
You gotta feel me, feel like the system trying to kill me
Got arrested and the charges F1 for popping wheelies, stay woke
[Miguel:]
It was designed for us to fail
Still prevail through the hell
Though it was designed for us to lose
To make it through nothing's impossible
Believe it we're still undefeated
Picture me ten years younger with some tats on my face
Taking a bunch of Xannys with the strap on my waist
Pointing at the camera like mama ain't teach me manners
Moving a little rock like I'm heading to Alabama, no, wait
I can't judge them, I'm just trying to understand them
Cause I used to pop Percs, pouring purple in my Phantom
Had me swerving in my Phantom like I'm running from my dreams
I was heading for the slammer, I was planting all the seed for them to bury me
I had my whole family mad at me
Feel deep in love with the game and it married me
Judge said, "I'll give you a chance, just don't embarrass me"
Motivating these little niggas is like a charity
Community service even though they knew we was working
They did this to me on purpose, 'cause I ain't moving too perfect
I stay away from them clowns, watch how I move through the surface
Cause they be weighing you down, even some of them dudes in your circle
[Miguel:]
It was designed for us to fail
Still prevail through the hell
Though it was designed for us to lose
Nothing, nothing, nothing's impossible
Believe it, we're still undefeated
[Meek Mill:]
How can I pledge allegiance to the flag
When they killing all our sons all our dads?
I come from a place
When you kill your own brother you can brag
Like he got bodies, but that's a fad, no, that's a fact
I'm screaming out at your corner, nigga, that's a trap
Screaming out, that's your homie, nigga, that's a rack
Catch a case with him, bet he crack
Odds against you and they double stack stay woke
Bought my mama a new crib, that's some gangster shit
Niece and nephews walking around wearing minks and shit
Keep the hood motivated, this the thanks I get
Try to Ja Rule the kid on some Wanksta shit
But that's impossible 'cause I'm unstoppable
The label can't drop me, nigga, I'm too valuable
You thought I would lose but I won and that bothered you
Still move around in Philly just like the mobsters do
When I talked to Em and Hov, they said, "I'm proud of you
You stood tall when everyone doubted you"
My reply is, "I do what I gotta do
And I need that verse before you retire too"
Jumping all the obstacles, I'm way too wavy
Said I would lose but you way too crazy
Pick and choose either fame or the money fame will make you crazy
And the money will make them bad bitches say, "Thank you, baby"
You're welcome
It's like a jungle outside
Sometimes I wonder
How I keep from going under
[Meek Mill:]
We scream, "Black Lives Matter," but we still toting ladders
Watching our own brothers trying to get at us
Dreams get shattered when a scene full of crackers
And they charge you with some shit you ain't do
You like what happen
We go get lawyers to say shit, we don't know how to talk
They told us to hate each other before we learn how to walk
Momma taught you how to fight, fight, before she taught you how to write, write
And daddy locked down in the cell, can't kiss you night, night
Ma, she's under the bed every night, feel like it's fright night
Coke fumes in the air, mama holding on that pipe tight
And you catching contact, but never mind that
In a world where Black is wrong and white right
It's like a combat, we go to war for our freedom, they say we equal
I used to wanna play like Randall and be an Eagle
I used to play the quarterback, my dog would go receiver
That was 'til ball got flat by a dope needle on the pavement
It's amazing, this environment we was raised in
On them papers, one mistake and getting caged in
You gotta feel me, feel like the system trying to kill me
Got arrested and the charges F1 for popping wheelies, stay woke
[Miguel:]
It was designed for us to fail
Still prevail through the hell
Though it was designed for us to lose
To make it through nothing's impossible
Believe it we're still undefeated
Picture me ten years younger with some tats on my face
Taking a bunch of Xannys with the strap on my waist
Pointing at the camera like mama ain't teach me manners
Moving a little rock like I'm heading to Alabama, no, wait
I can't judge them, I'm just trying to understand them
Cause I used to pop Percs, pouring purple in my Phantom
Had me swerving in my Phantom like I'm running from my dreams
I was heading for the slammer, I was planting all the seed for them to bury me
I had my whole family mad at me
Feel deep in love with the game and it married me
Judge said, "I'll give you a chance, just don't embarrass me"
Motivating these little niggas is like a charity
Community service even though they knew we was working
They did this to me on purpose, 'cause I ain't moving too perfect
I stay away from them clowns, watch how I move through the surface
Cause they be weighing you down, even some of them dudes in your circle
[Miguel:]
It was designed for us to fail
Still prevail through the hell
Though it was designed for us to lose
Nothing, nothing, nothing's impossible
Believe it, we're still undefeated
[Meek Mill:]
How can I pledge allegiance to the flag
When they killing all our sons all our dads?
I come from a place
When you kill your own brother you can brag
Like he got bodies, but that's a fad, no, that's a fact
I'm screaming out at your corner, nigga, that's a trap
Screaming out, that's your homie, nigga, that's a rack
Catch a case with him, bet he crack
Odds against you and they double stack stay woke
Bought my mama a new crib, that's some gangster shit
Niece and nephews walking around wearing minks and shit
Keep the hood motivated, this the thanks I get
Try to Ja Rule the kid on some Wanksta shit
But that's impossible 'cause I'm unstoppable
The label can't drop me, nigga, I'm too valuable
You thought I would lose but I won and that bothered you
Still move around in Philly just like the mobsters do
When I talked to Em and Hov, they said, "I'm proud of you
You stood tall when everyone doubted you"
My reply is, "I do what I gotta do
And I need that verse before you retire too"
Jumping all the obstacles, I'm way too wavy
Said I would lose but you way too crazy
Pick and choose either fame or the money fame will make you crazy
And the money will make them bad bitches say, "Thank you, baby"
You're welcome
Wins & Losses lyrics - Meek Mill
You have to eat the dream
You have to sleep the dream
You have to dream the dream
You gotta touch
You have to see it when nobody else sees it
You have to feel it when it's not tangible
You have to believe it when you cannot see it
You gotta be possessed with the dream
Yeah, any weapon formed against us shall not prosper
Young nigga started with Oodles of noodles, now we eating lobster
As I walk through the valley with my ladder in flex
I'm the realest nigga in it, I just happen to rap
When they all thought we was finished, they was laughing at that
So I went and bought me a Dawn and flipped that hat to the back
Fuck 'em
New jewelry, new whips on the way now
Brr, brr, that's yo bitch on the way now
Mama told me if you fall, never stay down
Stand up nigga, I can never lay down
Wins and the losses, it come with being bosses
Shoot a pussy nigga in his head if he cross us
Take that shit to trial if the feds making offers
Five hundred thou', lawyer said we lookin' awesome
Swap that Patek for them cuffs, take them off us
Lil' bitch, call me Lil' Fish
Niggas tryna turn my lights out, it's still lit
Streets calling and they said they want some real shit
Young bull looking like he hit a real lick
I got too many foreigns, man this shit getting borin'
Half a milli' last week, you would've thought I was touring
Niggas tried to count me out, I guess they thought I was normal
They ain't know I was different, I'm like "Lord be my witness"
'Cause we was fucking up them dishes in my grandmama kitchen
Killed a pigeon thought the vision, break it down on my niggas
Fuck they opinions why would I listen, they ain't see the vision
When I had a foreign I ain't see them bitches so I'ma ball on 'em
Magic City, let it fall on 'em
And all my niggas stayed down with me
Know I be there if they call on me
Yeah, my nigga bail half a milli, he made it home in a week
Even my momma know how I'm rocking, I go on them streets
Glock .40, keep it on me, we rolling 32 deep
Bulletproof everything, just let me know if it's beef, we bring the war
I just wanna shine like my rollie
Put in all this time that they owe me
Made it to a nine and we litty
Dropping 60s too like we Kobe, oh
Pushing the foreigns, drive through the trenches
Top of the food chain, head of commission
We wackin' niggas without permission
Never was personal, it was business
Brrr, settle down, let it settle down
Couldn't tell me shit when I was broke, fuck they gon' tell me now?
I'm running round, Glock with a drum that hold a hundred rounds
If it was "Fuck them niggas" then it's fuck them niggas now, fuck 'em!
Never change on my roll dawgs
'Bout that Cain bang them thangs like we O-Dog
Walk up in a dealer and I pull that rolls off
These niggas said I wouldn't make it like I told y'all, ah
You have to sleep the dream
You have to dream the dream
You gotta touch
You have to see it when nobody else sees it
You have to feel it when it's not tangible
You have to believe it when you cannot see it
You gotta be possessed with the dream
Yeah, any weapon formed against us shall not prosper
Young nigga started with Oodles of noodles, now we eating lobster
As I walk through the valley with my ladder in flex
I'm the realest nigga in it, I just happen to rap
When they all thought we was finished, they was laughing at that
So I went and bought me a Dawn and flipped that hat to the back
Fuck 'em
New jewelry, new whips on the way now
Brr, brr, that's yo bitch on the way now
Mama told me if you fall, never stay down
Stand up nigga, I can never lay down
Wins and the losses, it come with being bosses
Shoot a pussy nigga in his head if he cross us
Take that shit to trial if the feds making offers
Five hundred thou', lawyer said we lookin' awesome
Swap that Patek for them cuffs, take them off us
Lil' bitch, call me Lil' Fish
Niggas tryna turn my lights out, it's still lit
Streets calling and they said they want some real shit
Young bull looking like he hit a real lick
I got too many foreigns, man this shit getting borin'
Half a milli' last week, you would've thought I was touring
Niggas tried to count me out, I guess they thought I was normal
They ain't know I was different, I'm like "Lord be my witness"
'Cause we was fucking up them dishes in my grandmama kitchen
Killed a pigeon thought the vision, break it down on my niggas
Fuck they opinions why would I listen, they ain't see the vision
When I had a foreign I ain't see them bitches so I'ma ball on 'em
Magic City, let it fall on 'em
And all my niggas stayed down with me
Know I be there if they call on me
Yeah, my nigga bail half a milli, he made it home in a week
Even my momma know how I'm rocking, I go on them streets
Glock .40, keep it on me, we rolling 32 deep
Bulletproof everything, just let me know if it's beef, we bring the war
I just wanna shine like my rollie
Put in all this time that they owe me
Made it to a nine and we litty
Dropping 60s too like we Kobe, oh
Pushing the foreigns, drive through the trenches
Top of the food chain, head of commission
We wackin' niggas without permission
Never was personal, it was business
Brrr, settle down, let it settle down
Couldn't tell me shit when I was broke, fuck they gon' tell me now?
I'm running round, Glock with a drum that hold a hundred rounds
If it was "Fuck them niggas" then it's fuck them niggas now, fuck 'em!
Never change on my roll dawgs
'Bout that Cain bang them thangs like we O-Dog
Walk up in a dealer and I pull that rolls off
These niggas said I wouldn't make it like I told y'all, ah
Heavy Heart lyrics - Meek Mill
I gave this hustle everything I got (thing I got)
Always kept it real from the very start (very start)
Niggas ain't thorough like I always thought
Damn, the game left me with a heavy heart (heavy heart)
The streets left me with a heavy heart (heavy heart)
Niggas said they with you when they really not (really not)
Niggas plot on everything you got (everything you got)
The streets left me with a heavy heart (heavy heart)
Uh, I kept it triller from the very start
Seen so many people crossed me, don't know where to start
Uh, that bitch left me with a heavy heart
Yeah, still on them papers, they won't let me off
Never thought we'd make it out the ghetto, now look where we are
Fucking famous bitches and that pussy taste like caviar
I done gave these niggas everything and that was from the heart
Rollie, chain, every car, all it did was left me scarred
Heard my dog talk behind my back and I'm like let him talk
I won't say his name but he gone feel this shit in every bar
Feel this shit in all my verses
Was it really worth it
Cut the grass and all the snakes gone surface
Nobody's perfect
Showed them cash, he kinda made me nervous
Maybe I'm trippin'
Hoping this paranoia from all this shit that we been in
Watched you pour gasoline, and burned out all of your bridges
Nigga, you suck at friendships, something you got to live with
Fuck it!
I gave this hustle everything I got (thing I got)
Always kept it real from the very start (very start)
Niggas ain't thorough like I always thought
Damn, the game left me with a heavy heart (heavy heart)
The streets left me with a heavy heart (heavy heart)
Niggas said they with you when they really not (really not)
Niggas plot on everything you got (everything you got)
The streets left me with a heavy heart (heavy heart)
Tears falling like the water when the levies drop
Boyz in the Hood, these niggas Tre' they screaming let me out
No they ain't riding, it was drama, I'm like yeah we out
Trying to please these niggas, shit gone prolly wear me out
Drive me crazy, I been by myself lately
40 on my belt lately, I ain't need no help lately
Nigga cross me, I cut him off and I felt crazy
'Cause I got a purple heart
Shit I'd rather work and walk 'fore I ride luxury with niggas that don't fuck with me
I'm startin' to hate this fame shit look what it done to me
Seen half these niggas turn they back when rappers tried to come for me
Don't want them in my company just want to be a company
Hunnit mill'
Dream chasers, chasing dreams
Hate is fake, and love is real
Niggas said I wouldn't win told them yes the fuck I will
Hit the studio with all my feeling and I let 'em spill
Forever thorough, be a sucka nigga, no I never will (No!)
I gave this hustle everything I got (thing I got)
Always kept it real from the very start (very start)
Niggas ain't thorough like I always thought
Damn, the game left me with a heavy heart (heavy heart)
The streets left me with a heavy heart (heavy heart)
Niggas said they with you when they really not (really not)
Niggas plot on everything you got (everything you got)
The streets left me with a heavy heart (heavy heart)
Uh, my heart heavy, my soul cleaner
When shorty got a big head, I was like hol' Gina
I made a mil, I got a deal, I lift the whole team up
I had the whole squad lit, I had the city poppin'
I told my dog don't listen to them, get caught up in that gossip
They wanna see you in the hood back when you ain't got shit
Remember nights was on the 'gram, toasting with the pilot
Then everything went sour, this little thing of ours
I gave this hustle everything I got (thing I got)
Always kept it real from the very start (very start)
Niggas ain't thorough like I always thought
Damn, the game left me with a heavy heart (heavy heart)
The streets left me with a heavy heart (heavy heart)
Niggas said they with you when they really not (really not)
Niggas plot on everything you got (everything you got)
The streets left me with a heavy heart (heavy heart)
Always kept it real from the very start (very start)
Niggas ain't thorough like I always thought
Damn, the game left me with a heavy heart (heavy heart)
The streets left me with a heavy heart (heavy heart)
Niggas said they with you when they really not (really not)
Niggas plot on everything you got (everything you got)
The streets left me with a heavy heart (heavy heart)
Uh, I kept it triller from the very start
Seen so many people crossed me, don't know where to start
Uh, that bitch left me with a heavy heart
Yeah, still on them papers, they won't let me off
Never thought we'd make it out the ghetto, now look where we are
Fucking famous bitches and that pussy taste like caviar
I done gave these niggas everything and that was from the heart
Rollie, chain, every car, all it did was left me scarred
Heard my dog talk behind my back and I'm like let him talk
I won't say his name but he gone feel this shit in every bar
Feel this shit in all my verses
Was it really worth it
Cut the grass and all the snakes gone surface
Nobody's perfect
Showed them cash, he kinda made me nervous
Maybe I'm trippin'
Hoping this paranoia from all this shit that we been in
Watched you pour gasoline, and burned out all of your bridges
Nigga, you suck at friendships, something you got to live with
Fuck it!
I gave this hustle everything I got (thing I got)
Always kept it real from the very start (very start)
Niggas ain't thorough like I always thought
Damn, the game left me with a heavy heart (heavy heart)
The streets left me with a heavy heart (heavy heart)
Niggas said they with you when they really not (really not)
Niggas plot on everything you got (everything you got)
The streets left me with a heavy heart (heavy heart)
Tears falling like the water when the levies drop
Boyz in the Hood, these niggas Tre' they screaming let me out
No they ain't riding, it was drama, I'm like yeah we out
Trying to please these niggas, shit gone prolly wear me out
Drive me crazy, I been by myself lately
40 on my belt lately, I ain't need no help lately
Nigga cross me, I cut him off and I felt crazy
'Cause I got a purple heart
Shit I'd rather work and walk 'fore I ride luxury with niggas that don't fuck with me
I'm startin' to hate this fame shit look what it done to me
Seen half these niggas turn they back when rappers tried to come for me
Don't want them in my company just want to be a company
Hunnit mill'
Dream chasers, chasing dreams
Hate is fake, and love is real
Niggas said I wouldn't win told them yes the fuck I will
Hit the studio with all my feeling and I let 'em spill
Forever thorough, be a sucka nigga, no I never will (No!)
I gave this hustle everything I got (thing I got)
Always kept it real from the very start (very start)
Niggas ain't thorough like I always thought
Damn, the game left me with a heavy heart (heavy heart)
The streets left me with a heavy heart (heavy heart)
Niggas said they with you when they really not (really not)
Niggas plot on everything you got (everything you got)
The streets left me with a heavy heart (heavy heart)
Uh, my heart heavy, my soul cleaner
When shorty got a big head, I was like hol' Gina
I made a mil, I got a deal, I lift the whole team up
I had the whole squad lit, I had the city poppin'
I told my dog don't listen to them, get caught up in that gossip
They wanna see you in the hood back when you ain't got shit
Remember nights was on the 'gram, toasting with the pilot
Then everything went sour, this little thing of ours
I gave this hustle everything I got (thing I got)
Always kept it real from the very start (very start)
Niggas ain't thorough like I always thought
Damn, the game left me with a heavy heart (heavy heart)
The streets left me with a heavy heart (heavy heart)
Niggas said they with you when they really not (really not)
Niggas plot on everything you got (everything you got)
The streets left me with a heavy heart (heavy heart)
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)
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
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 adiós
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
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 adiós
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)
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
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
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
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