Angels (RIP Lil Snupe) lyrics - Meek Mill

Yeah

When Snupe died, I was high, shit, I ain't get to feel it

And I can't lie, I been on my mind and I ain't hear this killin'

Too many guys been switchin' sides, it's only gettin' realer

Look in my eyes, when you see fire, turn me to a villain (Dougie on the beat)

All the money deals made me stress more

Made it out the hood, they think I'm blessed more

Seen my brother's true colors, ain't have a check for 'em

And when it come to my mother, don't even check on

Money and violence, I'm like, "Fuck it, we wildin'"

Whether my dawg was right or wrong, shit, I'm like, "Fuck we, we slidin'"

Sometimes I need to be alone or go to an island and clear my mind up

And you can't cry 'bout that street shit once you sign up

My homie called me 'bout some cash, it fucked my mind up

Niggas was bitin' down my back, it fucked my spine up

You ain't even tell me that them niggas said they tryna rob us, you tryna slime us

Trust gettin' lower as the money go up

Heart gettin' colder, I've been very sober

When they say the opps died, we ain't trippin', we like, "So what?"

We ain't here to keep your name alive 'cause we know that it's over

It's over

It's over (Haha)

It's over

They thought it was over, we got low in the city

I walk in, unload, and I might blow like three fifty

Tell my youngin' go and he will spin 'til he dizzy

Feelin' lucky to be my bro before my enemies get me

And I just wanna know his life from the beginning

Thought I was losin', they was switchin' sides

They tried to win and we winnin', yeah

Snakes in the grass, no hesitation, run 'em over

So I ain't even notice when I ran over a cobra

You was supposed to be my brother, in the trenches we was soldiers

And problems breakin' down, but now my Phantom got a chauffer

And I done bulletproofed the Rover

I can't trust nobody, I can't even invite nobody over

Perkies in my body, I feel less heavy when I'm sober

I did this for my family, I hope this money bring us closer

(Hope this money bring us closer)

Hope this money bring us closer

Whole lot of stuff been on my shoulders, niggas thought that it was over

I've been doin' my thing all quarantine, tryna clean my soul up

Niggas askin' when I'm droppin', shit, I was tryna get some closure

I was tryna see who with me in my darkest deepest moments

See my feelings, I won't want it

They thought it was over, we got low in the city

I walk in, unload, and I might blow like three fifty

Tell my youngin' go and he will spin 'til he dizzy

Feelin' lucky to be my bro before my enemies get me

And I just wanna know his life from the beginning

Thought I was losin', they was switchin' sides

They tried to win and we winnin', yeah

Cold Hearted III lyrics - Meek Mill

Uh, yeah

I been a gangster since like five since my daddy died

Fifty mill' on my account, had to strategize

And when I got it out the mud, I wasn't satisfied

And Lord knows that I was sinnin', but I got gratified

So that shit got justified, every time we touch them pies

War with us, we test them guys

Street sweeper gon' dust them guys

Gotta watch 'em close

Some niggas snakes, don't trust them guys

My niggas said they cool, I'm like, "No, fuck that side"

It's only the mob, rep that shit like it's God

You sign up for this shit, if you switch, you gon' die

If you switch, you gon' die

'Cause I remember all them nights in my cell, I had a mill' to my name

Bills a hundred grand a month, you ain't hear me complain

I'm a G, I take my scars and I wear 'em in pain

You a flea, I cut you off if you chase the fame

You let this money come between us, I ain't barely seen ya

And when you come around, I spin you like a ballerina

Start fallin' back 'cause it got hot, shit like a jalapeño

And I been clutchin' on my Glock even though that I don't mean to

Niggas fake, I don't trust 'em, I wan' dust 'em

I peep they been on some shit, I think it's time to flush 'em

Slide back to back G-Wagons, movin' like the Russians

I'm the only thing that's poppin', of course they gon' discuss 'em, woah

I never thought it would come down to this

Ridin' bulletproofs and hundred rounds and shit

Millions off of rappin', I done found some shit

Deep off in the water, tryna drown some shit

I don't know where I'm goin', I just know I'ma win

And if I pray on my opps, Lord know I'ma sin

Lord know I'ma sin, yeah

And if I go to the hood, they gon' force me to kill

And if nobody gon' slide, I'ma load up and drill, that's no bap

It's no bap, mmm

I know what I gotta do

Hov told me 'bout this type of shit on volume two

Yeah, it was a hard knock life, but we was mobbin' through

And they could've coupled my niggas, but they was dyin' too

I keep my Glock, one in the head

Got me layin' with this shit with my son in the bed

And I won't go to sleep 'til every one of 'em dead

It's crazy this the type of shit that go to my head

I'm hangin' 'round with billionaires

But every time that I pop out, a bunch of killers there

Yeah, it's just money, ain't no feelings here

You wrap the rope and I'm gon' push the chair, yeah, ooh

So many lost lives 'cause niggas couldn't see the envy comin' from all sides

You let them niggas talk to you 'bout me and you crossed sides

And when they swing them choppers, I just hope you ain't offsides

Yeah, mm

Jealousy, envy, self hate

Halo lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Brent Faiyaz)

[Brent Faiyaz:]

Should I just wear a halo?

'Cause I already know too many angels (Know too many angels)

Should I just wear a halo? (Mhm)

'Cause I already know too many angels (Know too many angels, yeah, angels)

[Meek Mill:]

Yeah

I've been grindin' all my life, chasin' dreams

Not really payin' attention what it do to my health

And I could tell you that this life ain't what it seems

But no matter what it is, I stay true to myself

I say, "Young nigga rumble and stay humble through the fake shit"

All this money and bad bitches, I'm in the matrix

Tryna be successful and still fighting open cases

At times I get angry at God, like, "Why you take Nip?"

Got me losin' hope in the hood, I'm feelin' hatred

From niggas that look just like me, same color faces

She say she ain't fuck in a year, I told her taste it

She did it on the first night, and I'm lookin' for my first wife

Tryna find trust in my heart, but it don't work right

Think I'm gettin' numb to the pain, 'cause it don't hurt right

I just wanna go to my hood, wheelie a dirt bike

And post up on the block with the ones that think that I forgot how we was standin' on the corner with them Glocks

But I know, if I go back to that corner, I'll get shot

Or get robbed, in a box to make me fade away

I miss y'all too but this my calling to go pave a way, for real

[Brent Faiyaz:]

Should I just wear a halo?

'Cause I already know too many angels (Know too many angels)

Should I just wear a halo? (Mhm)

'Cause I already know too many angels (Know too many angels, yeah, angels)

[Meek Mill:]

Yeah

And everybody competin' on social media

Shit is fake, all it did was make us greedier

I got it all, and I be still feelin' needier

Tryna shine for all the times they ain't believe in us

So I kinda relate when I see you bein' fake

Shorty take that makeup off, I wanna see your face

Standin' in the club, poppin' bottles, sippin' Ace

Lookin' at the people, lookin' at me like I'm straight

Knowin' I've been goin' through some shit that I don't speak about

Lately I've been stressin' 'bout, man, fuck it, I'ma leave it out

Let 'em know my business, they gon' judge me, fuck it, keep 'em out

I been soul searchin' all alone, diggin' deeper now

Tryna find my truth, dream chasin' as a youth

Last night, shit, I was stressin', I woke up and bought a coupe

Put it on the 'Gram and made a caption, that was cool

But I feel better when I'm pickin' Papi up from school

Just chillin' with my mind, this feel better than when I'm chillin' with the dawgs, I know

All these hoes they ain't really on my side and I know

Say you're my bro, but he ain't really down to slide

And it's a few that got my back, and I could fill it in my spine

And we gon' chase these dreams

Pray the money never make me change

But I got two just to make these lanes

'Cause it's gon' make me aim even higher than ever

Sincerely yours, you know I'm grindin' forever

[Brent Faiyaz:]

Should I just wear a halo?

('Cause I already) 'Cause I already know too many angels

Should I just wear a halo? (Halo)

('Cause I already) 'Cause I already know too many angels

Though it gets hard for me, gotta make a living (A living)

Nigga got mouths to feed, can't turn up missing

Niggas do wrong by me, I'm unforgiving

Should I just wear a halo? (Halo)

Flamerz Flow lyrics - Meek Mill

1209

What it do, 30? (What it do, 30?)

One false move, you a goner

We was maskin' up before corona

Young nigga hangin' out the Bentley

While I'm swinging 'round the corner

Paper tag, this is not a loaner

Drug dealer, this one for the owners

This ain't for the leasers

Tom Ford loafers, you could never tie my sneakers

Put her on the block list, I'm like "Bye Felicia"

I be on the island with a Spanish mamacita

And shorty, she be wildin', it's no way that I'ma eat her

Fuck her, I don't feed her, I just fuck her, I don't need her

I'm like "We just tryna win shit", Glock, fourth gen shit

Clear clip, extend shit, don't fear shit, we bend shit

Two friends kissin' on the yacht, that's like a friendship

New Benz, when we hit they block, we spinnin' they're shit

We be ridin' bulletproof, 'cause we be really in shit

He was ridin' bulletproof, we shot it 'til we flipped it

Nigga, I was sturdy back when I was dirty

Started with an ounce, had twenty million by the time I'm thirty

I was in and out, deep in that field where niggas die by thirty

Hangin' with the killers playin' bye-bye-birdy, ya' dig?

Condo in Tribeca, got my mom in Jersey

I wish death on anything that threaten me or try to hurt me

I was rich as fuck, ain't play my cell, I'm out here bright and early

Workout with the lifers doin' a thousand burpees, you dig?

Plain Jane, Richard, five-hundred-eighty Benz

Shit expensive, gotta watch the way you shake my hand

I make the Richie match the Virgil, I just changed the band

They killed my daddy, I was five and I got made a man

EP: QUARANTINE PACK (2020)

• Middle Of It
• Pain Away
• GTA
• Think It's A Game

Middle Of It lyrics - Meek Mill

[Meek Mill:]

(We got Xander)

Yeah

(Yo Nick Papz, make it slap)

I'm not the leader but follow the lead

Poppin' some shit that's out of your league

Shawty identical, Bella Hadid (Shawty identical)

She beggin', tellin' me "Please"

The Patek keep tellin' her to freeze (Freeze)

She think I tell her to chill and I'm tryna tell her to leave (Leave)

Woah, woah, woah

Bendin' in the corner, I (Bendin', bendin')

Bendin' the corner, I drum up some shit

I think you know about times it was lit

Seventeen summers been runnin' this shit

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I heard lil' shawty was fuckin' a Crip

Bought her a blue Birkin now I got her whole crew workin' on me, suckin' that dick, woah (Woah, woah)

I do not parlay with thots (I don't)

I'd rather party with Glocks

Hangin' with killers and callin' the shots (Yeah)

Niggas be beefin' with gang, can't go to the club, we in all the spots, yeah

Niggas be beefin' with gang, no cuffin' no hoes, yeah, all of them thots

All of my homies a hunnid and more (Woo)

Ain't got a honey bun, go to the store (Woo)

Not to demean you but I gotta teach you, if you want this money, you doin' your chores

Washin' your dishes, the rags and the riches

The Glock with the switches, we handlin' business

We go on a mission, we don't know no bitches

Now spend like a ticket, we goin' to court (Yeah)

Dropped in the DM, like, "Fuck is you doin' this for?," you know I was goin' to war

She tried to link me and give me two and a four, I left it in a hole in the floor

Left on the chopper, I feel like I'm Chapo, I got out that bitch and I turn up some more

Went to Miami for four hunnid thousand, to roll up some loud with a boat on the water (Woah)

Blood still treat me like fam, my youngboy go with his daughter (Facts)

Beat the casino for two to four million and text my account, it's slaughter (Facts)

I made a fifty now I want a hunnid, a billi', it go in that order (Facts)

Ha!

Daddy died by a.44, I be livin' like a warlord

'Member I was shackled [?] up, now I'm back to backin' in a four-door

Million dollars worth of jewelry on, no insurance on, like, "What's goin' on?"

In the trenches like it's regular, people think that I be showin' off

All these niggas talkin' they be goin' off, gotta blow it off

Left my youngin' with the presidential at the Waldorf to hit a star raw

Told me as soon as he got it, he dip it inside it and goin' in raw dog

I give a fuck she an actress, a singer, or model, I pray it don't fall off

Let's pray

All these hoes still fuckin'

Ran up a check and you know how we bummin'

Get to a milli' then run up them Bentleys

I'm fresh outta Philly, you know we ain't runnin'

I see these niggas talk shit on the internet

Catch 'em in traffic, I know it ain't nothin'

I told my youngin' to spin and to let out, as soon as he let out I throwed a little sum (Brr)

Boss in my hood, I'm like Richard Porter

I just fucked a dime for free and she ain't get a quarter

But I still wired the five racks because that shit was water

Gang!

Ha!

[Vory:]

All the money that I sent you, that don't last too long

Pussy good, I might just have to put my crew on

Ten years runnin' shit, and she know that I'm two on

Baby, don't be surprised if I ain't shoot a drop before the team or somethin'

I know you started with nothin'

Always startin' something but wanna talk about nothin', oh yeah, yeah

And please don't be surprised if I shoot the fuckin' broads, girl, you know it goes

Girl, you know how it goes, oh yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah

Shawty for the downfall, she wan' spend her own drug

So please don't be surprised if I shoot or fuck the team, or somethin'

'Cause you started with nothin'

Always turning nothings to somethings

Yeah

Oh baby

Pain Away lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Lil Durk)

[Meek Mill:]

Yeah, woo

We was in the trenches, tryna get it out the mud

Lookin' up to killers, tryna figure who I was

Sold the Richard Porter, I just want to feel the love

I feel like a Crip 'cause I can't even trust my blood (Blood)

Loyalty, (You know what loyalty is?), I say, "Spoil me"

You ain't my dawg, you fallin' out of about no lawyer fee (No lawyer fee)

You had a brick and I ain't even have a quarter key

You never seen my hand out, I knew it was more to me

It's more than us to see our sons and all our daughters eat

'Cause I got cops tryna lock me, opps out tryna slaughter me

But I stay prayed up, loadin' all these K's up

'Cause I ain't get advice from all them nights back when I stayed up

Don't hit me about no show if you ain't came to set the stage up

We God body, threw a thousand shots, they barely grazed us

And I can't let 'em make my grave up

I just hope this money take the pain away

And I've been tryna save my money for a rainy day

But I just bought that Rolls truck to take the pain away

And all these diamonds give me confidence

Don't judge my pain if you don't know the shit that I'm against

[Lil Durk:]

The Percocet, it take your pain away (Pain away)

One nigga tellin', done take the gag away (Gag away)

Washin' blood with bleach, don't wash the stain away (Stain away)

Seen my brother die, he died a stranger way (Stranger way)

Hangin' with the real one, hang with lames today (Lames today)

Bein' counted out, I had to make a way (To make a way)

Snaked by one of my dawgs, I had to stay away (Stay away)

Millions dollars cash put up for a rainy day (Rainy day)

For a rainy

Durkio, I'm different with it (I'm different with it)

I praise the trenches like I ain't lose none of my niggas in it (Niggas in it)

I pray my daughter don't go through what I go through with different women (Different women)

And I'm talking 'bout all different niggas (Different niggas)

And I don't get these niggas (Get these niggas)

Why these niggas tryna hang like they ain't lynchin' niggas? (They ain't lynchin' niggas)

The opposition be sayin' my name, tryna get attention with it (Get attention with it)

I know an opp, people suspect, now he a victim with it

[Meek Mill:]

I just hope this money take the pain away

And I've been tryna save my money for a rainy day

But I just bought the Rolls truck to take the pain away

And all these diamonds give me confidence

Don't judge my pain if you don't know the shit that I'm against

GTA lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. 42 Dugg)

[Meek Mill:]

Certain shit I don't even say

Certain shit ain't no need to say

Yeah, big chasers, big chasers

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, woo

Hood nigga, choppa to the jet, shit like GTA

Fly them hoes out, send a caddy, what's the ETA?

Fuckin' on this oiled lightskin bitch, look like Lisa Ray

Niggas say it's up with me, it's stuck with me, shit, either way

Watching all you weirdos on the 'Gram, it ain't no need to say

Who the realest in this shit? I took a stance to lead the way

I don't want no smoke with you, I see you, you 'gon plead your case

'Cause my nigga 'gon go at you, and I'm 'gon tell him, "Blead the brakes"

Yeah, brand new F&N, it ain't no checkin' in

I told the promoter, "We can't bring them drums, then we ain't steppin' in"

No rollin' over, we got lawyer money, don't do no questionin'

Magnolia soldier, we gon' make it clap, shooters like Stephen and we Warriors

Comin' down Collins, 'bout to fuck Story up

Wake up in Cali, bad bitch, Waldorf Astoria

Fly her to Bali, she ain't tripping, she on the tour with us

Poppin' that pussy, actin' different, she doin' more for us

Big racks, we got that bitch tweakin', yeah

Spin back, we 'bout to get even, yeah

Niggas said it ain't no smoke with me, you better leave it there

'Cause if I see y'all niggas be poppin' out, I put it even there

Yeah, for real

Ooh, I turned shorty up

Sipping on that 1942, I got my.40 tucked

Oh, you got your 42, nigga, I got 40 of 'em

I rock Carties, you can't see my eyes 'cause I be pouring up

RIP my young boy, that's Osama, hit my shawty up

Told me never trust a stripper bitch 'cause that's what caught him up

Every time you catch me in some shit, it caught like four and up

Caught your homie lackin' at the light, so shit, we tore it up

Feds came and grabbed you 'bout them bricks

That's when he brought me up

Feds came and grabbed him 'bout them bricks

That's when he brought me up, aye

[42 Dugg]

I been riding with choppas, aces, I'm glad you brought him up

RIP my uncle, free my youngin, bitch we Audi'ed up

I heard you fucked around, I'm fuckin' now, I like to pass shit

I had sixty outta sixty-two, I'm talking bad bitches

I talk cash shit, I like to crash shit, I'm vibin' on fast whips

I might go Lamb truck, I'm blowing it out if I get jammed up

Them niggas ran, what? Threw his shit back if he ran up

Meek asked cause, I make it jump then get it gone, nigga ask Bud

I got his bitch singing my songs and she half-Blood

I'm half-rapper, whole trapper, I got bad luck

Turned into Mamba when it's drama, I don't pass much

I post dawg and get cutty, I'ma shack somethin'

And every time we double back, my niggas whack somethin'

I ain't been selling too much crack, bitch I got racks comin'

Tell my bitch I love her

And if you catch her cheating, nigga, tell that bitch it's fuck her

Boy and her are eating, nigga I can't wait to up it

Bitch ass niggas

Free them boys

Think It's A Game lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Vory)

[Vory:]

It's too much, too much, too much, yeah

Tell 'em, ayy

Girl, just leave me in silence

Just got a call from all my niggas, said they still 'bout it

Closest homie turned his back, we gotta kill 'bout it

Even though it hurt my soul, act like I don't care about it

Nigga, fuck this rap shit, ain't no cap shit

I was rich before this rap shit, fuck a caption

And your nigga said he want action, so he get clapped quick

Fuck around and name that Nina Brad Pitt, 'cause he an actress and I'm a savage

Pussy, hmm

Think it's a game until they holdin' onto your brains and shit, do you?

Ayy

Think it's a game, nothin' do you?

Think it's a game, yeah

[Meek Mill:]

My homie turned his back on me, I don't know how to feel about it

'Cause I get deep in my feelings and I won't kill 'bout it

'Cause niggas be knowin' my business and don't be real solid

I got real problems

Made my list for the hoes that flex, went back and still popped them

Couldn't be holding this shit down ten, went in my wheel body

Ain't seen my cousin like six months but still gon' drill 'bout him

He in those trenches and I can't act like I don't care 'bout it

This shit a war

Nigga, I'm the plug, ain't no extension cord

Headshots soon as I spin the block, fuck you sent 'em for?

Like you ain't know we stand on opps, sent 'em to the Lord

Look 'em in they eyes 'til they die, without no feelings for 'em

[Vory:]

Yeah

I done seen a couple M's at 22, nigga who the fuck is you?

You say you got shooters with you?

Well, I got shooters too

All my niggas missin' screws

All they know is true

He a killer but is aim off

So we must recruit

That niggas tryin' me and mob, bitch I'm tyin' boots, yeah

They tellin' everything but the truth

Don't need no soldiers talkin' for me, baby I'm a troop

Done named my shooter Stephen Curry, all he know is shoot, yeah

I'm talkin' close range

Say your niggas out here wildin', we on the same thing, yeah

We on the same thing

His pain is my pain, we got the same pain

[Meek Mill:]

Glock.40 help me, sleep better

Know where you live, know where I leave

So we could creep better

Go get your gun, I make my gun turn you to three letters

And have your soul forever rest in peace

No, we better than that

New Berrettas and MACs

New vendettas attached

And we can't never get back

Now you can never relax

You gotta forever be strapped, pussy

In the valleys of the shadows of death

Will the reaper be regained?

We never pressed to play them

Clubs on the weekend 'cause that's gon' lead us only

Thuggin' and beefin' with some lil' niggas that's beneath us

Probably ain't even eatin', that's lose-lose

We kill ten of y'all, we ain't even even

You niggas jealous

[Vory:]

You just left me in silence

Just got a call from all my niggas, said they still 'bout it

Closest homie turned his back, we gotta kill 'bout it

Even though it hurt my soul, act like I don't care about it

Nigga, fuck this rap shit, ain't no cap shit

I was rich before this rap shit, fuck a caption

And your nigga said he want action, so he get clapped quick

Fuck around and name that Nina Brad Pitt, 'cause he an actress and I'm a savage

Pussy, hmm

Think it's a game until they holdin' onto your brains and shit, do you?

Ayy

Think it's a game, nothin' do you?

Think it's a game, yeah

Meek Mill other songs:

 

11/28 Freestyle lyrics - Meek Mill

(Yo, Nick Papz, make it slap)

Yeah, huh

It was a type of day I felt like I ain't deserve to smile

When you waking up getting news, like you heard Virgil died

Ain't had no homie like that, but I feel hurt inside

Knowing we grew up trying to kill niggas since I was a murder child

Jealous I ain't had no daddy, I just couldn't verbalize it

So I ran to the corner with all the gangsters, I'm trying certified

As my mom, ever since 13 She never heard me cry

Cause I've been strapping ever since I heard my homie

My first heard He died

Cause We didn't got so used to death that

It don't even burn inside it

Everything got internalized when everything start to eternalize

I turn my eyes, act like I don't see it and you wonder why

Knowing they were sins before they told us how to underline

I was praying to make it to 25

So I've never counted my money before my blessings

Cause ain't no telling what's going happen

My young boy don't be hearing me, when I be telling about trapping going

Do it in the county rocking trucks are really scrappy

Eating shit you can't imagine, attorney to a savage

Do you really know where the trap is locked in the box to go in the casket

Cause you ain't had no floor, no jump shot to go in the basket

So you got a Glock shoot a black man

Constantly you are blocking on your ass just like this pac man

Nobody told us cops robbers

It really happened till we got out here in this traffic

I want to thank God for all my blessings

Everyday I wake up, Everyday I pray before

Before like it came to life all my dreams that I chase

I feel like they came true so, I just wanna, you kno

Make sure I thank God first for my blessings

I'm taking the profit in bitcoin

Because I know that man on a dollar really a mess

And I'm not dumb I'm moving faster

I told my younger don't never be no hitter that's really dumb

Cause if you done these niggas to crash

When I was young I couldn't grasp it

Cause I grew up in the jungle

At the very bottom of the barrel you make It out

They tryna grab, y'all tell them lost to me and crabby

I had beef with niggas before I had to play the state

I went to jail and commissary had my favorite plate

Been eating oodles and noodles ever since like 88

The menu look like it's made to stay

Blessings

And if I'm with you then I'm with you until I fade away

Don't take the lead I made a way

I ain't heard them kids ain't get no christmas

You know say the day I took my blessings

I'm putting on for the treatments and it made your way

Blessings

You ain't got to like me, you're gonna respect it

When I was like clear that's when I check it out

I was right there with all these steppers that's why

No I gotta be special cause Lord

Knows my heart and grass about being real with myself

And paying my people back in

Blessings

Yeah

Believe lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Justin Timberlake)

[Justin Timberlake:]

You know I still believe, still believe in you and me

'Cause every night I go to sleep, go to sleep

I can see it like a movie in my dreams

Put my face in the dirt on the ground

Still, I raise up to take back the crown, yes

You can break my body

But you can't lock the soul of a man down

[Meek Mill:]

Follow your dreams, not your addictions

How we gon' follow our dreams locked in a prison?

They tried to swallow me whole, God be my witness

Deprive me out of my dreams but I'm relentless

I want the money, ain't never want attention

So I don't pay attention to comments and all the mentions

'Cause they ain't see my vision

I was washin' dishes 'til my rags turned into riches

Glad when it was Christmas

We ain't even barely get presents, but we was gifted

In the school of failure, we present, perfect attendance

Welfare baby, we workin' with what they give us

Made me some commas, judge still gave me a sentence

No period, city girls don't get scared when it's really real

When your bank account twenty mil' and your house up on a hill

And your fam in the driveway, you walk out and see the grill

Thank God you believe, make sure you pray when you kneel, yeah

[Justin Timberlake:]

You know I still believe, still believe in you and me

'Cause every night I go to sleep, go to sleep

I can see it like a movie in my dreams

Put my face in the dirt on the ground

Still, I raise up to take back the crown, yes

You can break my body

But you can't lock the soul of a man down

[Meek Mill:]

Yeah, uh

My bank account, it was on super-zero

Ain't never panic, I'm a superhero, uh

Target my goals and I'ma shoot the arrow

When God turned the heat up on me, he said "You De Niro"

Play your part, got some brains like the Scarecrow

Let's play it smart, 'cause we ain't playin' checkers

This is chess, play your pawns

Sit back like a King, when they move, make your mark

And never ever let your competition take your heart (Take your heart)

Say I believe in myself

When everybody stop believin', never leave on yourself

They had my back against the wall, I had to lean on myself

Almost made me put my dreams on the shelf, I'm trippin' (I'm trippin')

The laws of attraction, you just think I'm rappin'

I'm just puttin' out the energy so I can grab it

Everything that's in my memory that I imagined

It's finally here, hundred million in a year

[Justin Timberlake:]

I still believe, still believe in you and me

'Cause every night I go to sleep, go to sleep

I can see it like a movie in my dreams

Put my face in the dirt on the ground

Still I raise up to take back the crown, yes

You can break my body

But you can't lock the soul of a man down

[Justin Timberlake (Meek Mill), {Both}:]

As I lay (As I lay) me down to sleep (Down to sleep)

Pray the Lord (Pray), my soul to keep (Soul to keep)

Fallen ones (Fallen ones), rest in peace (R.I.P)

Please God, {watch over me} (Watch over me)

As I lay (As I lay) me down to sleep (Down to sleep)

Pray the Lord (Pray), my soul to keep (Soul to keep)

Fallen ones (Fallen ones), rest in peace (R.I.P)

Please God, {watch over me}

Conga lyrics - Meek Mill, Leslie Grace & Boi-1da

Come on, shake your body, baby, do that conga

Know you can't control yourself any longer

Feel the rhythm of the music getting stronger

Don't you fight it 'til you tried it, do that conga

Come on, shake your body, baby, do that conga

Know you can't control yourself any longer

Feel the rhythm of the music getting stronger

Don't you fight it 'til you tried it, do that conga beat

Come on, shake your body, baby, do that conga

Know you can't control yourself any longer

Feel the rhythm of the music getting stronger

Don't you fight it 'til you tried it, do that conga beat

Now we feelin' wavy

Chillin' somewhere in the tropics with my ladies

'Bout to tell my Boi-1da

We gon' need some more of that conga, 'cause I...

Feel him lookin' at me

And my girls, we fly as can be

Drippin' in sensuality

Two stepping 'til eventually

He said, he said, "muévete un poquito"

I said "tráeme otro mojito"

Now me and you, we got the cheat code

And we got Bacardi, it's a party, everybody move ya body now

Come on, shake your body, baby, do that conga

Know you can't control yourself any longer

Feel the rhythm of the music getting stronger

Don't you fight it 'til you tried it, do that conga beat

Come on, shake your body, baby, do that conga

Know you can't control yourself any longer

Feel the rhythm of the music getting stronger

Don't you fight it 'til you tried it, do that conga beat (Yeah)

Lamborghini Urus, scraping all on the tours

Mix Amiri with Dior and we used to be the poorest

Now it's million dollars worth of jewelry, no insurance

Flew my ... 'cross the border just to pick up some new water

I'm like, get what you want, pick what you want, this a black card

I'm in the 'Bach but in the front getting waxed off

Rollin' the pack, smoking on Runtz, 'bout to blast off

Flow so cold, need a mask on

Brand new Patek, got the brand new baguettes

I'm surprised they ain't panicking yet

Hundred K flight just to land on the jet

We flew out just to ran through the check

He said, "muévete un poquito"

I said "tráeme otro mojito"

Now me and you, we got the cheat code

And we got Bacardi, it's a party, everybody move ya body now

Come on, shake your body, baby, do that conga

Know you can't control yourself any longer

Feel the rhythm of the music getting stronger

Don't you fight it 'til you tried it, do that conga beat

Come on, shake your body, baby, do that conga

Know you can't control yourself any longer

Feel the rhythm of the music getting stronger

Don't you fight it 'til you tried it, do that conga beat

Everybody gather 'round now, let your body feel the heat

Don’t you worry if you can't dance, let the music move your feet

It's the rhythm of the island and like sugarcane so sweet

If you wanna do the conga, you've got to listen to the beat

I got shorty with me making plans on the jet

Couple more sips on my lips and we set, baby

Get what you want, pick what you want

Say less, do more, get your body on the dance floor

I got shorty with me making plans on the jet

Couple more sips on my lips and we set, baby

Get what you want, pick what you want

Say less, do more, get your body on the dance floor

He said, "muévete un poquito"

I said "tráeme otro mojito"

Now me and you, we got the cheat code

And we got Bacardi, it's a party, everybody move ya body now

Come on, shake your body, baby, do that conga

Know you can't control yourself any longer

Feel the rhythm of the music getting stronger

Don't you fight it 'til you tried it, do that conga beat

Come on, shake your body, baby, do that conga

Know you can't control yourself any longer

Feel the rhythm of the music getting stronger

Don't you fight it 'til you tried it, do that conga beat

Don't Follow The Heathens Freestyle lyrics - Meek Mill

One time for all the trench babies worldwide

Reportin' live Meek Milly, you already know

Uh, and it's up, gang

I got different emotions

Startin' to feel like Call of Duty all this shit that I'm totin'

And it been hard to trust people, 'cause they been livin' too soulless

To clear my mind, I take a dip in the ocean, clear my soul up

Niggas know I rose up from a Rolls truck

Started from a Chevy, now it's a 'Rari with the doors up

Comin' down on [?] VS diamonds make them hoes lush

Yeah, they got it? Then we got it too, but they still chose us

They had the drop but froze up, they ain't really cut

Every time somebody die, we shoot the city up

Every time I tell a lie, she gon' giddy up

That pussy good, I pulled up

I wish you would, I get you tucked

It's a lot of niggas hatin', but it's still plenty us

I treat it like motivation, I just gotta pick it up

I made a vibe and never tell or let a nigga stick me up

And every time I took an L, I double back, one-fifty up

Fifty million dollars, and he ain't a scholar

They can not fuck with me, try and fuck my baby mommas

How do we stay grindin' through this fame and crazy drama?

'Cause I'ma do whatever, just to make it to mañana

Rolls with the Hermés, they made it in designer

Birkins on the baddie, I'm just makin' her look finer

Nigga drop the addy like "We slippin', we gon' find 'em"

Catch 'em down bad with them choppers and remind them

I say "You can do this too, if you hustle like I do"

I never cared what niggas did, 'cause they ain't fuckin' with my crew

I stayed down for all them nights and hustled hard

Because I knew any moment I could go blow up

Know the prices gotta go up

California nights, and motorcades when I roll up

This the type of shit that make a hating nigga throw up

This the type of shit that make a good girl go up

Sittin' in the hills, countin' up a mill'

Dirty North nigga, now I'm rich like Uncle Phil

Fresh Prince of Philly in arenas like I'm Gill'

My dawg always ask me "Since you made it, how it feel?"

I can't even explain it, I'm just not complainin'

I done made so much money that I can not contain it

I need another accountant to watch my other accountant

The way that money comin' in, at times can't even count it

I don't even check it, I stay humble, count my blessings

Went to jail, few niggas turned they back, I learned my lesson

Been in the game like ten years, and I still ain't get restless

Last nigga asleep, and the first nigga woke

'Cause the first nigga asleep, would be the first nigga broke

When the empire crumble, I just dip and I rumble

Had my back to the ropes, but I still didn't fumble

And I had to be ready when them killers confront you

'Cause I ain't down with extortion

We run 'em down with them torches

Picture me lettin' a broke nigga run down my fortress

Nigga stuck, we spinnin' up

And run it down on they porches and smokin' everything

About this food on my plate, I'm talkin' everything

You see the mood on my face that I ain't havin' it

School of hard knocks, I'm a graduate

So I adapt to all them tracks from all them savages

And I keep that metal stuck to me like a magnet

Lead my dreams to chase your dreams and shatter it

The Cosa Nostra, super ultra

On the capo callin' shots, so they gon' super soak ya

I just came from LAX, might think I'm doin' Oprah

Ands still can hang out on the corner with the super vultures

But I choose not to, but if I got to turn back to feed my family

You know what I do, I said, you know what I do

I still go and see my grandma when I got time to

She said "I'm prayin' for you baby, don't let 'em Tupac you"

I'm not concerned about who tellin', or 'bout who shot who

All I know is they cop-

I said all I know is they drop Cullinans, and we cop too

The dealer called, they said "They here", I want mine Nipsey blue

I love the hood, but I can't do the shit that Nipsey do

'Cause when my nigga died, it felt like I seen me too

On the ground bleedin' out

So when I'm leavin' out, yeah, I be paranoid, so I gotta keep it out

I'm like Malcolm out the window with that AK peakin' out, yeah

Bloodshed, nigga's moms cry

I'm prayin' every day they hit him when it's your time

I pray they let us do our thing until it's your time

But until then, we on defense like it's ball time

Yeah

Lemon Pepper Freestyle lyrics - Meek Mill

Tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin'

To get you under my pressure

I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin'

What's up? Cuz (To get you under my pressure)

Let me pop my shit

I can't cry to get no ho back, I can't get my bro back

Knowin' he died about some shit that we did way before rap

Shit, I survived and made it out and I don't wanna go back

So if you really beat them streets, my nigga, then you should know that

I ain't forgettin' where I come from, but I'ma alert that

It's kill or be killed, if they don't kill you, you gon' have to smoke that

In eighth grade, I had a .40, had to learn to work that

Had to learn to tuck that, metal detector, fuck that

We shootin' dice in the bathroom, shoot you out your shoes and lunch pass

We're the ones who would've robbed you, anywhere, you chump ass

She fell in love with a gangsta, say I make her cum fast

I fuck her from the back slow and hit her from the front fast

And now I'm rich, these niggas sick, I'm makin' everyone mad

When I was broke, I'm like, "Where was everyone at?" I'm fuckin' up

When I was out there on that corner, tryna sell a O

Timberlands freezin' in that fuckin' snow, I'm 1-O

Real trapper, grindin' all night, I ain't goin' to sleep

Seen niggas get it, lose it all, just in quarantine

POA checks runnin' low, niggas doin' things

Buy a tracker for your Trackhawk and they tryna put 'em on things

'Member I was trappin', I was strapped and had like four fiends

Niggas wanted Chevy, I was young, but I had Porsche dreams

Try to tell my youngins, "Stack this dough, don't buy no more jeans"

And never post his gun when he be postin', but he on lean

And fuck, I'ma really tell him when I was stuck in since like fourteen

He said he into drillin' shit and he ain't got no more dreams

I set him on this million shit, made twenty of 'em, quarantine

And I'ma run this shit back for the whole team, for real

And as the marathon continue, we put niggas on the menu that ain't into what we into

Red beam all on his face, I'm tryna see if niggas Hindu when we aimin' at your headtop

I'm doin' good, I got Reform, I know I'm drawn, but I could still get your man rocked

I can't beef with niggas, I'm too busy in this lamb chop

And I only move with niggas that I with grew up with from sandbox

And niggas know I'm big dog, no Sandlot, for real

Ha (Tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin')

2021, nigga (To get you under)

Survival of the fittest

I meant for survival of the littest, nigga (My pressure), you already know how we comin' (I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin')

The biggest stepper, ha

Meek Milly in this bitch (To get you under my pressure)

I want everything on the plate, fuck you

Letter To Nipsey lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Roddy Ricch)

[Meek Mill:]

Yeah

I just left your viewing at the Staples Center (I did)

Obama wrote you a letter, yeah, you made it nigga (You made it)

I even heard you had some players to come to Vegas with us

And them suckers could never kill you, it only made you bigger (Yeah)

And every time I see some fire I see blue

And every time I close my eyes, see Snupe and I see you

When I be on the West side (West side), you know how we do (How we do)

Hustle and motivate, turning one into a two (Two, two), two into four

Hurt my heart, I seen you on the floor, do it for the hood

And I don't even wanna do it no more

When these niggas you do it for, they'll shoot you and all

The only thing I can say is you with the Lord, blessings (Blessings)

And I ain't finna say it like I'm your main homie (I won't)

But when we lost you it really put some pain on me (It did)

Got me scared to go outside without that flame on me (Brrt)

And when them niggas went against me, you ain't change on me (You ain't change on me)

Told me it was wrong or righ, t some of my longest nights (You do)

You made me cry nigga (Cry nigga), and I don't cry nigga (Cry nigga)

You the first one made me feel like I could die nigga (Like I could die)

Cause real niggas never die, you know the vibes nigga (You know the vibes nigga, yeah)

Couple days ago was chilling with my youngins

Seeing your kids on the 'Gram, it made me sicker to my stomach (It made me sick)

And as the marathon continue, we keep running (We won't stop)

But I like "Damn, I wish you seen that pussy coming, for real" (For real)

[Roddy Ricch:]

I wish I knew when the storm came (Storm came)

How many tears did you cry when you lost someone?

We did this shit all for the gutter, woah, woah, woah, woah

Did this shit for my lil' brother, woah (Brother), woah, woah, woah

Had to stand through these tears 'cause I see you every time my eyes close

Asking myself why you had to go, but only God knows (Only God knows, woah)

I was in Miami when I lost you, I ain't talk about it (Yeah)

I remember I bawled out in tears when I saw your body (Mm)

In a flight back home, had cold days in LA (Hm)

Had to turn off my phone, throw on the shades and meditate

What you 'bout wishin' goin' blind, to hide your tears?

Had a lot of murder on my mind, but in God I fear

Took y'all all around the globe in a year (Woah)

'Member ridin' solo, now it's Escalades on my rear (Woah)

I just hustle, motivate, be prolific, hold down the state

My big brother Hussle the great

I know Kyrie, Supreme relate, I know Jay Rock, Hoggie relate

Black Sam, Adam relate, Key to Jay, Stone relate

Laurent pack, man, it's love, I wanna see you, but-

I wish I knew when the storm came (Storm came)

How many tears did you cry when you lost someone?

We did this shit all for the gutter, woah, woah, woah, woah

Did this shit for my lil' brother, woah (Brother), woah, woah, woah

Had to stand through these tears 'cause I see you every time my eyes close

Asking myself why you had to go, but only God knows (Only God knows, woah)

Mandela Freestyle lyrics - Meek Mill

He got an opportunity to legitimize his hustle now

You know what I mean? He come from the street

I mean, so he gotta make wise decisions, know what I mean?

He ain't "Meek Mill, the street nigga" no more (Yo, Nick Papz, make it slap)

Know what I mean? He done legitimized his hustle

So those decisions that he make in the day time, they gotta be wise decisions, know what I mean?

Can't allow this motion to kick things back

I mean, or he gon' crash

It been eleven years, I held it in and I ain't shed a tear

I had a story I ain't never share

Thought it was normal 'cause they left us here

This for the voices they will never hear

Walkin' out the courtroom, cameras everywhere, yeah

And they say, "Better join 'em, you can't beat 'em"

Don't believe 'em 'cause I went against the odds to make it even

It's deceivin', they say, "You gettin' probation, you think you leavin'?"

But they get technical, they give you violations, for even breathin'

Niggas pleadin', they got no money for lawyers, to even feed 'em

Nobody left to raise our sons and our daughters, so they repeat us

Reapin', innocent for twenty-eight years, 'cause mamas' grievin'

Only goals' to make it back home while she's still breathin'

Can you believe it, in the land of the free I'm fightin' for freedom?

They ain't even have no evidence on 'em, they tryna keep 'em

Black babies' still caught in the system, they try and Meek 'em

My new condo overlook Central Park and it's still reekin'

Said we guilty 'til we innocent ('Til we innocent)

And they gon' try and kill us with these sentences (Sentences)

It wasn't for the fame, they wouldn't mention it (They wouldn't mention it)

That's why I take my platform and distribute it for the ones that gotta live in it, it get interestin' (Get interestin')

When all the cops ain't got no discipline, we live in it (We live in it)

The ones [?] 'cause there be times the judge ain't listenin' (Ain't listenin')

And you can't label me a rapper 'cause I'm different, kid

And the only difference is, I'm really makin' differences (Differences)

I done took my pen and pad and made some businesses

This ain't no cap, I used to trap and now my business lit

Now I can't tell you, "Mind yo' business" 'cause my business is

Really on yo' mind, right where your fitted is, I'm fit for this

I gotta inspire them

Motivate the people where I come from, my requirement

Say it loud, "I won't be a product of my environment"

Say it again, "I won't be a product of my environment", we playin' to win (Playin' to win)

Took them bars they locked me in and made it a rap

I took them cells that they gave us and I made it a plaque

Before the sales on my album, I was scrapin' a [?]

I turned them jails into mansions with a lake in the back

Now, there ain't no takin' me back, I just left in a chopper

And brought some billionaires together so they never could stop us

Had a dream, they say I'm king like Martin Luther, the doctor

We freein' niggas, it's like two for a dollar

A hundred-million on reform, nigga (Reform, nigga)

They never seen it, what you doin', nigga? (What you doin', nigga?)

Puttin' work and puttin' on, nigga (Puttin' on, nigga)

You know whoever doubt on [?], nigga ([?], nigga)

I knew I was the one, the first, yeah, I was born, nigga, hangin' out the door, nigga

Rolls Royce drop-top, every time the cops stop

My career was at a lost stop, but I will not stop

The system broken, we can fix it, take it to the chop shop

Pick it apart and build it back, make it equal for the Browns and Blacks

Word up (Word up)

The Nelson Mandela Changemaker award recognizes individuals who are carrying on Mr. Mandela's legacy

Across one of the following key pillars:

Social equity through activism

Community and nation building

Protection and education of children and youth

So today, today we honor Robert "Meek Mill" Williams

For carrying on President Mandela's legacy

Moment 4 Life (Freestyle) lyrics - Meek Mill

If I could take the time back, I would rewind back

The day my cousin asked my gran where his mom at

I want my aunt back and my dad too

They killed Shawty and Diddy that was sad too

I cut a couple homies off, shit I had to

Changed on me for the money, look what cash do

Thinking I'm rich, counting my money

Worrying bout mine, they should be counting it for me

I'm just adding up this paper subtracting my homies

Shawty be screaming how she love me, while bouncing it on me

She really don't like me, she just attracted to money

She chasing the benjys, so that don't offend me

Im just loading up my Glock, hoping that it defend me

When them haters try to kill me I'm clapping the semi

She giving me head, I'm grabbing her Remy

I just wanna B, like the back of the Bentley

Niggas say I'm Hollywood when I'm Hollyhood

Put my life on the line for them, shit I probably would

Switch that to probably woulda, They wit me probably coulda

Put'em on probably shoulda, but ain't nobody realer

Niggas is so fake, I did my ID check

Kept It A Hunnit Wit Me ?, ain't met nobody yet

I treat them like the beat, cuz ima body that

Moving throughout these streets, that's where you find me at

I ain't gonna lie ----- saved my life

But you ain't gon be running round, like you made my life

I ain't met a bitch yet, I would've made my wife

And I ain't met a nigga yet I would've made my right

Hand, damn, never take the stand

Never tell them boys information on your fam

Never tell them niggas information where you stayin

Cuz they change like the weather, when you wake they're where you land

With that hammer in your face, askin for the cake

Ever seen one of your dogs transform into a snake

Ever seen one of them snakes transform into a rat

I be running through the jungle I could tell you bout that

I could tell you bout the drought, when the work got snapped

Whole hood started robbing, everybody got strapped

Whole team just was broke, everybody got back

I was selling Sour Diesel, everybody got crack

It's obvious I'm hot, it's obvious you cold

Presidential on my wrist, and it's obvious its gold

Whole hood got your statements it's obvious you told

Like a Lil Wayne album it's obvious you sold

I'm on some shit, running neck and neck with Vick

Trying to bring my city back, take us to where we never been

I'm just in the studio working like a Mexican

And they tell me I'm a rookie doing it like a veteran

Yea, big dreams small city

Trying to come up on me, but would you fall with me?

Would you clutch that hammer and bust it off with me?

Hundred miles an hour running from the law with me?

I ain't think so, I just blink slow

Million ways to get this money but we think snow

Every time I see a chick I just think ho

And every time I meet a nigga I just think Po'

Alpo ass niggas!

Moment for life, for life

I'mma keep it real for life

And I'mma keep getting money, fuckin' bitches for life, for life, for life

Yeah, yeah!

Otherside Of America lyrics - Meek Mill

[Donald Trump:]

What do you have to lose?

You're living in poverty

Your schools are no good

You have no jobs

58% of your youth is unemployed

What the hell do you have to lose?

[Meek Mill:]

Reportin' live from the other side of America

Mama let me sip the forty, I was just a shorty (Damn)

Then I started spittin' godly, then they said record me

I feel like this shit was for me, this shit just my story (Facts)

Yeah, uh

Jumped off the porch, uh, I got a Porsche, won't take it back

I'm on the block with the killers and holdin' my own, of course (Yeah, check, check)

I seen my mom and dad separate, ain't talkin' divorce (Talkin' divorce)

Said daddy was livin' by the fire, and he died by the torch (Check, check)

I'm where the AKs is, we like the Bébé's Kids

Ain't have a daddy, I listened to suckers the same way that Ray Ray did

I'm totin' Smith &'s and HKs and I just was a grade A kid

Ain't have no guidance, we grew up with hitters and did everything they said

Point out the block, we spinnin' that (Spinnin')

Run in the spot, we gettin' that (Get it)

Give us some work, we flippin' that (Flippin')

I'm hittin' from jail, they ain't hiittin' back

I need a lawyer, money for commissary, and nobody ain't sendin' that

I'm in my cell like, "When I get out, I'm makin' a movie, no Cinemax" (Woo)

Yeah, back home and I'm fresh on bail

Phone chirpin', it was next to Tell

Block popppin', it was extra sales

Big dogs, they ain't showin' remorse

I was beggin' just to catch a sale

Same block, we was goin' to war

I was prayin' I ain't catch a shell (Check)

Uh, we was starvin' for a thousand nights

Livin' like we tryna die tonight

Glock .40 sound like dynamite

I was fuckin' up my cop money

Sellin' soap like it's China white

OG's said, "You fuckin' the block up"

I was mad, I was tryna fight

Nigga, we hungry

Mama at work, daddy, he dead, nigga we lonely

Stomach growlin' like a AMG, goin' to bed, we hungry

Uzi on me, all my friends are dead, nigga, we lonely

Reportin' live from the other side of America

Reportin' live from the other side (Yeah)

Same corner where my brothers died (Yeah)

Livin' life, we ain't got a care

Told my mama I ain't dyin' here (No)

.40 on me, I ain't buyin' beer (No)

Ain't have a will, now I'm flyin' Lear

Bunch of felons on the jet with me

Make a movie like it's Con Air

Started off in the basement

Now it's rooftops and LeBron there

Still fightin' open cases

Out on bail, nigga, but it's my year

Summertime, it get cold out

Heater on me like a Moncler

Closet bigger than my old house

Thinkin' 'bout it, I was fine there

Came out the dirt (Dirt)

Dedicated, I was makin' it work

Medicated, I was takin' them Percs

Devastated when my niggas got murked

Educated, had to get to it first

I knew trappin', it would get me in jail

Playin' with pistols, it would get me hearse

But I ain't give a fuck, send me to church (Woo)

Yeah, they gotta catch me in traffic (Traffic)

I ain't with none of this rap shit (Rap shit)

I've been tryna run from these caskets

All this pain built in me, nigga

You don't want none of this action

Go get some money and feed your fam

'Cause this is a fuckin' disaster, yeah

Uh, we was starvin' for a thousand nights

Livin' like we tryna die tonight

Glock .40 sound like dynamite

I was fuckin' up my cop money

Sellin' soap like it's China white

OG's said, "You fuckin' the block up"

I was mad, I was tryna fight

Nigga, we hungry

Mama at work, daddy, he dead, nigga we lonely

Stomach growlin' like a AMG, goin' to bed, we hungry

Uzi on me, all my friends are dead, nigga, we lonely

Reportin' live from the other side of America

[Meek Mill (Michael Smercornish):]

I always dreamed too, of being like, on like CNN and being able to like express myself

And, and, and speak for like the voiceless young men of America (Do it)

The first step, I would say, I grew up in American in a ruthless neighborhood where we were not protected by police, uh

We grew up in ruthless environments, we grew up around murder, you see murder

You see seven people die a week, I think you would probably carry a gun yourself

Would you?

(Uh, yeah, I probably would)

That Go! lyrics - Young Stoner Life, Young Thug & Meek Mill (feat. T-Shyne)

(Ayy, Yung, but he got that talent)

(Yo, Nick Papz, make it slap)

[Meek Mill:]

Yeah, this twenty a pill

Ran up a check, get this Patek baguette, he made twenty more mill'

Drop on the opp and then jump on the chopper and go to the Hills

My youngin go Call of Duty with that chopper and he wanna kill

Yeah, shitted on a nigga, did it on purpose

I tell my other bitch, "Go with my other bitch"

Just to get my other bitch a new Birkin

Pretty white toes, pussy was perfect

Fuck in the back of the 'Bach with the curtains

Fuck from the back and this bitch started squirtin'

No, you didn't get this shit on my Persian, ooh

Go get this bitch some new purses, cool

I swipe my card, I don't feel it

She had a lame, she healin'

Now she on a plane, she chillin'

And she post a pic on the 'Gram, you feel it?

I know that nigga wanna kill her 'cause she in a villa, going H.A.M. with tequila

Made it my plan to get richer, I pull up, I jump out the Lamb', me and Jigga, whoa

[T-Shyne & Meek Mill:]

Whoa, this that go shit (Yeah)

Lil' bitch tryna act smart with me, but she don't know shit (Yeah)

7-Eleven, I bought all the Backwoods, sodas, and Trojans (And Trojans)

It's like five hundred bitches at the crib, but we still lettin' more in (Yeah, more in)

Whoa, this that go shit (That go shit)

This that stunt on them niggas, might put two watches on both wrists (Let's go)

My trap boomin', these niggas out here ain't havin' no motion (No motion)

Back in the day, we was hoppin' in whips and ridin' it stolen (Stolen, skrrt)

[T-Shyne:]

Rolls-Royce truck with the freak of the week

Chasin' her dreams, I'ma pass her to Meek (To Meek)

Nigga, I'm a wolf, can't hang with the sheep (Can't hang with the sheep)

Water on my neck, bought my chain at the beach (Let's go)

Pull up to your block with a motherfuckin' thotty (Let's go)

Every nigga with me down to go and catch a body (Okay)

Young nigga trapping out a hotel lobby (Okay)

Wipe a nigga nose like that motherfucker snotty

I'm in the trap with a thick bitch

Yeah, I used to hustle, had to risk it (Yeah)

Most you niggas fried like a fish stick

If he a snitch, can't kick it

I'm with the gang and we deep

Just like a dog, put a nigga to sleep

Bad lil' bitch trying to see me on the sneak

No TLC, but a nigga got to creep (Woo)

Shoot it like JJ (JJ)

Spin a nigga block like a Beyblade

If I hit the block, that's a payday

Hurricane AP, A Bay Bay (A Bay Bay)

Made it my plan to get richer, I pull up, I jump out the Lamb', me and Thugger (Slime)

Can't leave the crib with no cutter

Feel like Ving Rhames, it's guns and butter

[T-Shyne & Meek Mill:]

Whoa, this that go shit (Yeah)

Lil' bitch tryna act smart with me, but she don't know shit (Yeah)

7-Eleven, I bought all the Backwoods, sodas, and Trojans (And Trojans)

It's like five hundred bitches at the crib, but we still lettin' more in (Yeah, more in)

Whoa, this that go shit (That go shit)

This that stunt on them niggas, might put two watches on both wrists (Let's go)

My trap boomin', these niggas out here ain't havin' no motion (No motion)

Back in the day, we was hoppin' in whips and ridin' it stolen (Stolen, skrrt)

[Young Thug:]

Abracadabra, my bitch way badder, my wrist out the motherfuckin' batter (Slatt)

Fish parquet I snuck on the face, green diamonds, I fucked up my bladder (Yeah)

Motherfuck a trend, I been with my kids in the spot 'cause family matter (On God)

Everything else you speakin' about might get your ass whooped like a paddle (Slatt)

Yeah, yeah, fishscale (Yeah), no scale, weigh it up (Weigh it up)

I spent twenty mil' (What?) on a crib, pay it up (Pay it up)

In Dubai but the bitch from Israel

Call my phone, you fine as hell

In designer but I will kill

You done speaked to informants, I can tell

Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah (Yeah)

My bitch wrist clean

I flex, don't bend, I am the king (The king)

Hundred bands can clean up the scene (On God)

Had your wife and you thought it was a dream

Nigga kicked through that door with the bling

I took off in a foreign machine (Sex)

[T-Shyne & Meek Mill:]

Whoa, this that go shit (Yeah)

Lil' bitch tryna act smart with me, but she don't know shit (Yeah)

7-Eleven, I bought all the Backwoods, sodas, and Trojans (Yeah)

It's like five hundred bitches at the crib, but we still lettin' more in

Whoa, this that go shit (That go shit)

This that stunt on them niggas, might put two watches on both wrists (Let's go)

My trap boomin', these niggas out here ain't havin' no motion (No motion)

Back in the day, we was hoppin' in whips and ridin' it stolen (Skrrt)

[T-Shyne:]

Big racks, spendin' big racks, that's big business (Big business)

Pull up to the club with a pole on me, niggas thinkin' I'd been fishin' (Been fishin')

Find me on a yacht full of bad-ass bitches like, "Ho, I'm big pimpin'" (Big pimpin')

Uptown II lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Farruko)

(from "Bad Boys For Life" soundtrack)

Yeah, they heard I bought a Spanish bitch a bussdown

Now all the Spanish bitches from Uptown hit me up now, yeah

Make that Lamborghini pussy pop (Pussy poppin')

When I'm in that pussy, Milly Rock (Skrrrt, skrrrt)

Seven days a week with Gucci socks (Gucci socks, ay)

Riders in the room, usually not, ooh

I just fucked a bad bitch with a lace front

I been fuckin' Miami up since day one

Times ten, every milli' when I make one

Say it's beef and we address it when that day come

Everything about me A1

Buss' down with my day ones

She look like a J. Lo (J. Lo)

Hit it like I'm A-Rod (Whoa)

Ballin' on these niggas, I'm like diamond in the play off (Ballin')

Lock me up for wheelying, so diming I'ma lay off

Yeah, she a startender, I'm a dark nigga (Okay, okay)

Seen her goin' up on the 'Gram, she wore a dog filter (Yeah)

I can't love to this lil' bitch because my dawg killed her (I can't love her)

When we finish with that bitch, you know we all killed her

This that, this that, 'Blow it back' (Blow that shit)

This that 'Pop that pussy, throw that ass' (Throw that shit)

I can't judge you shawty, I don't know your past (I don't know)

Only thing I know, I want that pussy bad on the gang

Hoy la noche está buena

Vamo' a darle candela

(You know, you know, you already know the vibe)

(Checkea cómo mueve el culo la morena)

Hoy la noche está buena

Vamo' a darle candela

(You know, you know, you already know the vibe)

Checkea cómo mueve el culo la morena

Make that LaFerrari do a trick (Do a trick, skrrrt)

Tag her, then I freeze her, now she it (Now she it)

Nah, nigga, it ain't called tricking when you rich (This ain't that)

When buying a bag is like you giving her 50 cents

Real baller, DM and I will call her

Lotta tickets, I should be will-caller

Lotta bitches, break her heart, I feel for her

Trill nigga, still might pay her bills for a while

Hoy la noche está buena

Vamo' a darle candela

(You know, you know, you already know the vibe)

(Checkea cómo mueve el culo la morena)

Hoy la noche está buena

Vamo' a darle candela

(You know, you know, you already know the vibe)

Checkea cómo mueve el culo la morena

Hoy salen los tiger paisa y picante

Mucha movie, mucha baby maleante

La cubana forrá' completa en diamante'

Y hoy la calle e' de nosotro', que aguanten

Tenemo' la movie prendí'a en play

Y en Miami andamo' flow Scarface

Y al que flexe de tu combo lo estrellamo' en el highway

Le prendemo' la fuleta y vuelan canto' y k

Hoy la' baby' andan buscando cuete, cuete

Y yo que ando botando billete'-llete'

'Toy activo y ando en el cohete

No se asusten cuando le dé al botón y le apriete

Hoy la noche está buena

Vamo' a darle candela

(You know, you know, you already know the vibes)

(Checkea cómo mueve el culo la morena)

Hoy la noche está buena

Vamo' a darle candela

(You know, you know, you already know the vibes)

Checkea cómo mueve el culo la morena

War Stories lyrics - Meek Mill

I remember when I was much younger than now

I used to sit and listen to the news

I was the only child

Another day and another man

Wishin' daddy would come home

Me and mom sittin' deep at night

Uh

It was all good last week (All good)

We linked up and made a move and now, we don't even speak (No)

It was only 'bout a twenty piece, it wasn't even deep (It don't)

It was more about respect, felt like you was comin' at my neck

So I called it

Like a man said, it ain't really 'bout a check

But when we drop, lose seven grams on every onion comin' back

And I can't fuck with that (I can't)

We gotta swap it out (We gotta swap it out)

He said some fly shit back, I told him watch his mouth (Yo, watch your mouth)

He said some shit again, I hung up, then got watch his house

Caught his homie in the mall that week and knocked him out

Think it's sweet, we gettin' money, but now we poppin' out

Ain't throwin' flags, we droppin' tabs, send niggas rockin' out (Fuck 'em)

I ain't givin' shit back, God come and get that (Come get it)

Nigga hung the phone up on me, tell the dawgs, "Sick that" (Spin 'em on it)

Bunch of hitters on the corner, they're like, "Where his pic at?" (Where his page?)

Scrollin' up and down his page, they're like, "Where his bitch at?" (Where his bitch?)

Where she live at? They want war, we gon' lay (We gon' lay)

Let the money too go by, they gon' pay (They gon' pay)

Memorial weekend, we gon' drive to MIA (We gon' drive)

And when we see 'em, homicide, right away

It ain't no church in the ghetto, tryna dance with the devil

Uzi on me, nigga, I do the shuffle

Heard they lurkin' at my main bitch crib, it's to a whole 'nother level

They want my soul, they better hope I don't catch 'em

Rockin' Dickies on a whole 'nother schedule (I am)

Dawg with fifty, what I'm totin' is special

Might as well tell your niggas, "Go get a shovel"

'Cause you a dead man walkin' from the shit you talkin'

Caught him at a late night and he panic, hit him while he parking

Funeral, certain niggas cryin' like they was ridin' (Ridin')

My niggas swervin', doin' murders and niggas dyin' (Dyin')

I send my youngin' to do the drill while he was high (Brrt)

Made him swerve, hit your whip, DUI

Nigga, I'd rather see you dead before I fuckin' see you cry

You put money all on my head, I ain't scared, we ain't hide

Nigga, you know we hit your man, when we seen you, you ain't slide

Yeah, you slid and hit my dawg, but when you hit him, he ain't die

That shit crazy, when you beefin' with your man and them

I used to love you, but now it's crazy, I wanna see you as stiff as a mannequin

Hangin' out the van again, we offense over defense

And we plan when they play with them

My dawg got killed with his Rollie on

Forty on his hand, tryna blow it off

When I was at the funeral, it really gave me trauma when I seen his momma goin' on

I said, "Fuck it, we gon' go to war"

FNs, XDs, AKs, SKs

Shiny when it hit, look like a Audemar

And I ain't hear when they was talkin', I was on a call

But the moral of the story is

They don't be doin' that shit to us that they be doin' to y'all

Bulletproof on all the cars

Security and Bentley trucks, we movin' like it's auto-war

It's lookin' beautiful, another opp, another funeral

Them hitters get to stainin' all on you, it ain't no viewin' you

Welcome to the dark side, gun powder in your cuticles

Them boys get to grabbin' you, shh, spin 'em like a hula hoop

"Championships" (2018)

• Intro lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Rick Ross)
• Trauma lyrics - Meek Mill
• Uptown Vibes lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Fabolous, Anuel AA)
• On Me lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Cardi B)
• What's Free lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Rick Ross & Jay-Z)
• Respect The Game lyrics - Meek Mill
• Splash Warning lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Future, Roddy Ricch and Young Thug)
• Championships lyrics - Meek Mill
• Going Bad lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Drake)
• Almost Slipped lyrics - Meek Mill
• Tic Tac Toe lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Kodak Black)
• 24/7 lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Ella Mai)
• Oodles O' Noodles Babies lyrics - Meek Mill
• Pay You Back lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. 21 Savage)
• 100 Summers lyrics - Meek Mill
• Wit The Shits (W.T.S) lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Melii)
• Stuck in My Ways lyrics - Meek Mill
• Dangerous lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Jeremih, PnB Rock)
• Cold Hearted II lyrics - Meek Mill

Intro lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Rick Ross)

Yeah
We in the championship
We was down 3-1
Yeah
(I can feel it coming in the air tonight)
Philly, Champions of the United States (Oh lord)
(And I've been waiting for this moment for all my life)
Yeah, turn me up Cruz (Oh Lord)

Uh
Bombin' on any of them niggas that want the smoke (Woo!)
Nigga, this a big boy Phantom, this ain't a Ghost (It ain't)
Had to take the wave from them niggas and then they toast (Fuck 'em)
They ain't have no sympathy for me when I was broke (Amen, amen)
Lord, forgive me (Lord, forgive me) for all my sins (All my sins)
Took so many risks just to get a Benz (Get a Benz)
Pray for my niggas (All my niggas), all my friends (Yeah)
In the trenches, warring with killas, we been getting it in

32 shots in my new Glock (Yes!)
Niggas wanna hit me like I'm 2Pac (Yes!)
Bad bitch, fuck me in my Gucci tube socks (Yes!)
'Member when I spit my re-up on a oowop, whoa!
Your favorite rapper a mumble rapper
Walk up in this bitch, a bunch of killers and humble trappers
I can't go to Hollywood, too caught in this jungle action
Where niggas that'll smoke you go and murder your brother after, whoa
Big dog, nigga, I'm a big dog (Big dog)
Tricks say they need that dope, they having withdraws (Yeah)
I put on my yellow diamonds when I'm pissed off
I'm so rich that I can't even fuck a bitch raw, whoa
Do you know the feeling? (Do you?)
Being irritated 'cause you gotta count a million? (Ah!)
All this fucking money, I ain't got no time for chilling
We took risks to live like this through all that killing and drug dealing
You my nigga, I fuck with you, we gon' thug it out
Say it's beef, we going to war, nigga, let's slug it out
Big Backwood, we at your door, blooder in your fucking house
I heard your daddy was a rat, so you a fucking mouse, nigga

Pouring champagne 'cause all my niggas dead (Niggas dead)
If they ain't in the graveyard, then they in the feds (Facts!)
I give a fuck if that crown heavy, put it on my head (Put it up!)
Take it to the jeweler, bust it down before I wear it (Yeah)
Woo! 'Cause I'm a king, just like Martin Luther (Martin Luther)
I ain't a hater, fuck my bitch, nigga, I salute ya (Salute)
I be flying giant chopper like that shit was Uber
We finally made it out them trenches nigga, Hallelujah, whoa!

Balling like a hot boy (Yea, yeah)
Diamonds dancing on me more than JB Blocboy (Dance, dance)
I'm a boss, I'm the one that call the shots, boy (Shots)
You a thottie, I won't cuff you like a cop, whore (Like a cop)
No way! Ooh, I just cashed out
How the fuck you turn a rental to a glass house?
How the fuck you get a two to four bail out?
Got your favorite Instagram bitch with her ass out, hey

Make her touch her toes, make her touch her toes (Touch it, touch it)
Running back a milly every couple shows (Runnin' up)
Trappin' at the Waldorf, we just fuckin' hoes (Ah!)
And they lovin' that Chanel, they gon' sell they souls (Yeah)
Brought up through the gutter, I ain't never bold (Brought up)
You would think this Wheel Of Fortune, how we selling O's (Yeah)
Plug just called, he got another load
He know I'ma get 'em sold

Bring her out that Birkin
Young niggas still fucking all the baddest bitches on earth
When I'm off in them trenches, I'm a Hotboy, like Turk
30 shot it's itching, and that Glock, boy, that's work
You can get popped, pussy, no twerk, ho!
Nigga, we tryna make that money machine break ('Chine break)
Shooting 'em out that van like it's Team 8 (Team 8)
Nigga, we used to trap it by the green gate (Gate)
80's baby, that cooked crack up in my DNA, ho!

Oh, scary hours
Walk inside of LIV, they gon' have to fetti shower
You knew what it was when you had to let me out it
Living like the plug, nigga, I ain't selling powder, no way
Big bags, talking Santa Claus
Got 3 hoes off that molly ripping panties off
Flying private to Dubai, we off them Xanny bars
Oh, scary hours, turn the cameras off, please

Trauma lyrics - Meek Mill

(Used to be a dreamer)
(But you know I've found...)

Uh, my mama used to pray that she'd see me in Yale
It's fucked up she gotta see me in jail
On the visit with Lil' Papi, it hurt
Even though I seen her be well
They got a smoker with a key to my cell, damn

And even worse, my dad black, don't wanna see me do well
It's either that or black people for sale
Gave me 2 to 4 years like, "Fuck your life"
Meet me in hell and let it burn like Lucifer
You look even stupider tryin' to impress them people in power with power abusin' us
For 44 dollars a hour, you coward, they're using you
Was it self-hate that made you send me upstate?
This where the so-called "Real niggas" sweeping up for cupcakes
And that's your phone time
If you ain't got no money, you ain't online
Hey call your son, call your daughter just to wish them all prime
Oh God, don't let them streets get a hold of them
Your daughter fuckin' now, it's gon be a cold summer
Your son trappin' and your homie givin' O's to him
And if he fuck that paper up, he puttin' holes through him
And you just wanna make it home, so you can show it to him
And them people ain't finna give no parole to you
They want blood

We all hangin' with a noose on our neck
My celly mom just died, he wanna use my collect
And he won't make it to the wake unless he give 'em a check
We still niggas though, what you expect?

I just want
I was on the corner with the wreath
Man, they got us warrin' for our freedom
See my brother blood on the pavement
How you wake up in the mornin' feelin' evil?
Huh, trauma
When them drugs got a hold of your mamma
And the drugs got a hold on your father
Go to school, bullet holes in the walls

Ain't no PTSD's, them drugs keep it at ease
They shot that boy twenty times when they coulda told him just freeze
Coulda put him in a cop car, but they let him just bleed
"The ambulance, it comin' baby, just breathe"
That's what the old lady said when she screamed
It's Nightmare on Elm Street, Friday the 13th
And in the 13th Amendment, it don't say that we kings
It say we legally slaves if we go to the pen

They told Kaep "Stand up, you wanna play for a team"
And all his teammates ain't saying a thing (Stay woke)
If you don't stand for nothin', you gon' fall for somethin'
And in the 60's, if you kneeled, you'd probably be killed
But they don't kill you now, they just take you out of your deal
Kill your account, liquid money gets spilled (Check it)
And they don't kill you now, they just take you out of your deal
Kill your account, liquid money gets spilled

I just want
I was on the corner with the wreath
Man, they got us warrin' for our freedom
See my brother blood on the pavement
How you wake up in the mornin' feelin' evil?
Huh, trauma
When them drugs got a hold of your mamma
And the drugs got a hold on your father
Go to school, bullet holes in the walls

How many times you send me to jail to know that I won't fail?
Invisible shackles on the king, 'cause shit, I'm on bail
I went from selling out arenas, now shit, I'm on sale
Them cold nights startin' to feel like hell, uhh
Watching a black woman take my freedom
Almost made me hate my people
When they label you felon, it's like they tellin' you they not equal
11 years goin' to court knowin' they might keep you will drive you crazy
23 hours in a cell, somebody save me
I'm on a jail car, tryna explain it to my baby
I gotta do the calendar twice, and that's a maybe
Trauma

I just want
I was on the corner with the wreath
Man, they got us warrin' for our freedom
See my brother blood on the pavement
How you wake up in the mornin' feelin' evil?
Huh, trauma
When them drugs got a hold of your mamma
And the drugs got a hold on your father
Go to school, bullet holes in the walls

Uptown Vibes lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Fabolous, Anuel AA)

[Meek Mill:]
Papamitrou Boi
Spanish bitch, from uptown
I pull up, bust down
Yeah, oh

Ven aquí, diamonds choke, I choke my Spanish loca
In the kitchen, whippin' that dope up, you can smell her odor
Prob gon' pitch it, we gon' hit it like we Sammy Sosa (Gimme that)
Put that Bentley to the limit, you can smell her odor
Ho, Spanish bitches call me "Chulo"
When I'm pullin' up in that two door
Diamonds different color, uno
All these hunnids on me, mami
Man, my pockets look like sumo
I got money out the ass, I finger pop you in your culo
When I hit you with that, you know (You know)
You know, smoke a little hookah (Hookah)
Kick it like it's Judo (Judo)
Let you hit the OG (OG)
Sip some 42 though (Yeah)
And when we get in mood, I'ma dog it like I'm Cujo, woah

Heard they tryna steal the wave, cut it out, cut it out
Spicy mamis on the way, bust it down, bust it down
Saw my watch, she love the way I flood it out, ayy
Talk to me nice, show you what these Bentleys 'bout, woah
Pipe down, throwin' up shots
First we shut them down, then we open up shop
Realest nigga around just in case y'all forgot
They've been tryna stop the wave, but the wave don't stop

[Fabolous:]
Uptown, nigga
I was down, but they see I'm up now, nigga
Head high 'cause I'm holdin' up my crown, nigga
Never told even through the ups and downs, nigga
And if I D'usse, it's a cup of brown, nigga
Only way I double cross is
I just keep spinning, only to make 'em nauseous
Dimelo, mami, like salsa, we could dip
I'm just tryna see you dance, salsa on the dick, woah
It went down, she came up, you know
Y'all take shots, y'all aim up, you know
Hate on low, but we fly high, you know
Talk is cheap, free WiFi, woah

[Meek Mill (Anuel AA):]
Heard they tryna steal the wave, cut it out, cut it out
Spicy mamis on the way, bust it down, bust it down
Saw my watch, she love the way I flood it out, ayy
Talk to me nice, show you what these Bentleys 'bout, woah
Pipe down, throwin' up shots (Brrr)
First we shut them down, then we open up shop (Anuel, ah)
Realest nigga around just in case y'all forgot (Mera, dime Spiff, los intocables, cabrón)
They've been tryna stop the wave but the wave don't stop (Ah, brrr, haha)

[Anuel AA:]
Vo' a estar al volante (Volante) de la vuelta 'el cantante (Brrr)
Que tiene guerra con los narcotraficantes (Ahh)
Hijo 'e puta, tengo cuatro rutas (Movie)
Y lo' vendo a treinta y dos como Karl Malone en Utah (Utah)
Louis Vuitton, Dolce y Versace (Haha)
Vo' a morirme millonario, Los Illuminati (Los Illuminati)
La glope' y las puta' en el bote (Brrr)
Y las nalga' como Jennifer Lopez, brrr (Ah)
Y ella rebota ese culote
Y yo le mamo ese totito pa' que no me bote (Pa' que no me bote)
Yo tengo diez dracotes (Brrr)
Y tenemos trece R (Ah) y mil soldados pa' to' estos bichotes (Haha)
Brrr

[Meek Mill:]
Heard they tryna steal the wave, cut it out, cut it out
Spicy mamis on the way, bust it down, bust it down
Saw my watch, she love the way I floor it out, ayy
Talk to me nice, show you what this Bentleys 'bout, woah
Pipe down, throwin' up shots
First we shut them down, then we open up shop
Realest nigga around just in case y'all forgot
They've been tryna stop the wave but the wave don't stop

On Me lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Cardi B)

[Meek Mill:]
Yeah, reportin' live from the northside of litty city
You fuck my bitch, I'ma keep it player
I just want you to know that we the Navy Seals
We gon' strike your whole motherfucking platoon, nigga
Gang
Bangladesh
Ugh

Three bad bitches, fuckin' on me
Top floor at my penthouse, yeah
Young rich nigga, I'm on my roll
Fuckin' them hoes in my flip-flops, yeah
Fuck her, that troll and this hip-hop, woah
Nigga play me, gon' get shot (Brr)
Quarter mil' 'caine, my wrist white, woah
Bust down, Patek don't tick-tock, no
We got them birds in a drought
I caught a plaque and they hittin' it raw
This life I'm living be trippin' me out 'cause I just light a flamers, be spittin' in my mouth (Ew)
I'ma buy a bird for a project bitch
Rolls truck coming, I'ma cop that shit
Ass all fat, tell her pop that shit like (Booty, booty, booty, booty)
Every red bottom, know I got that shit
Post it on the Gram, but you not that lit
Your favorite rapper is not that rich (Booty, booty, booty, booty)
Fly Dubai on Emirates
Only fly a mob that's with the shits
All bad hoes need discipline (Booty, booty, booty, booty)

I want a freak nasty ho, and I want all bad bitches
I'm in a red 'Sace robe, fuckin' on all bad bitches
(Booty, booty, booty, booty)
I want a brand new Rolls, and I want all bad bitches
I want a freak nasty ho, that'll grant all my wishes
(Booty, booty, booty, booty)
Tell her come- fuck on me, tell her come fuck on me
Fuck on me, tell her come fuck on me
I want a freak nasty ho, and I want all bad bitches
I want a freak nasty ho, that'll grant all my wishes, yeah

[Cardi B:]
(Cardi) I bought my money ring, your's out (Woo)
Red Lamborghini with the doors out (Ugh)
I hit them the mall, clear stores out (Ugh)
Hit it to your face, get pores out, yeah
(Booty, booty, booty, booty)
I been hard workin' and humble
Believe me, I've heard of the mumble (Look)
I'm just gon' leave it alone (Yeah)
'Cause I would put burners to bundles
Bitches are miserable, they are so typical
Hating is cheap, not my material
Look where I'm at, run back to years ago
I used to strip, now I keep a different pole (Cardi)
I do not fuck with your kind, no
I do not fuck with your vibe, no
I am a big, boss bitch, I do not come in your size, no
(Booty, booty, booty)
I seen a bitch tryna switch sides (Switch)
Then jump back, tryna dick ride (No)
But I ain't really worried about these hoes (Huh?)
Cause bitches are hurt, D. Rose (Yeah)
Gucci bags, 40 count stickin' out (Ugh)
If they want the smoke, then I give it out (Ugh)
I might leave my robe at your nigga house
Give you two something to figure out
I seen all these shots and they brick, brick, brick
Try something new ho, quick, quick quick
Body bag, body bag, zip, zip, zip (Booty, booty, booty, booty)

[Meek Mill:]
I want a freak nasty ho, and I want all bad bitches
I'm in a red 'Sace robe, fuckin' on all bad bitches
(Booty, booty, booty, booty)
I want a brand new Rolls, and I want all bad bitches
I want a freak nasty ho, that'll grant all my wishes
(Booty, booty, booty, booty)
Tell her come- fuck on me, tell her come fuck on me
Fuck on me, tell her come fuck on me
I want a freak nasty ho, and I want all bad bitches
I want a freak nasty ho, that'll grant all my wishes, yeah

[Distorted, Meek Mill and Cardi B:]
I want a freak nasty ho
Freak, freak nasty ho
I'm in a red 'Sace robe (Robe, robe)
(Booty, booty, booty, booty)
I do not come in your size
Brand new Rolls, all bad bitches
I want a freak nasty ho
I seen a bitch go an' switch sides

[Meek Mill:]
I want a freak nasty ho, and I want all bad bitches
I'm in a red 'Sace robe, fuckin' on all bad bitches
(Booty, booty, booty, booty)
I want a brand new Rolls, and I want all bad bitches
I want a freak nasty ho, that'll grant all my wishes
(Booty, booty, booty, booty)
Tell her come- fuck on me, tell her come fuck on me
Fuck on me, tell her come fuck on me
I want a freak nasty ho, and I want all bad bitches
I want a freak nasty ho, that'll grant all my wishes, yeah
(Booty, booty, booty, booty)