Big Stunna lyrics - Meek Mill

Takeoff, Takeoff

Takeoff, Takeoff, Takeoff

Takeoff, Takeoff

Takeoff, Takeoff, Takeoff

(DJ Durel)

Rest in peace my nigga Takeoff

Yeah, 'cause

I told niggas I jump out them jacks, suppose that I'm foreigned by stats, let's get it

I had to earn they respect, they hatin' the more that I flex, they trippin'

I guess they go to the jets, all my young boys threats, they drillin'

Niggas can't copy my neck, it's OG, know we erect, we killin'

Step up your game or lose your bitch, you better hope we don't choose your bitch

I'm in my bag, got all of my bitches out here, tryna figure out who she with

Love me to death, do whatever I tell her, I fuck her and turn her a lunatic

Jumped off the yacht, then I ran to the chopper, I'm livin' my life with some movie shit, yeah

Big stunner, I say, yeah, free Gunna

I say, yeah, free Thugger, whoever killed Takeoff, he a sucker

Too many shots off in this Glock to be 'round niggas, that's mean muggin'

Light Benz black, I'm from O'Block, 'cause this new sticker three-hundred, yeah

Hold on, wait, hit a lil' bitch with the "Hold up" face

Hundred for the watch, still show up late

That intro drop, they go up straight, lit, it's lit

Get in my bag, start poppin' my shit

Just not on the 'Gram, I'm really a trip

Shorty real bad, she really a stick

She get on the jet, I'ma willie this bitch (Woah)

She was just fuckin' a lame

I'm givin' her game, like Wallo, Gillie, and shit (Woah)

I just jumped off the plane

A milli' in cash, like Rylo, killin' this shit (Woah)

Said he fucked my ho'

And I believed him, so I got rid of the bitch (See you)

Act like I ain't know her

And I'm so sneaky, I start spinnin' the bitch (Spinnin')

Spinarella, I want her and her friend together

Fuck her friend, I'ma hit her better

Just for disrespect, and I'ma get her jealous (Woah)

I'ma pass it, 'cause these niggas ratchet

Double-back and hit it off the [?] ashes, I ain't trippin'

Seen 'em speakin' and he counted peepin'

And we been together, but I ain't hit it

Seen a Bugatti, a milli' in cash

I wanna say "Fuck it, though", I ain't get it

I do my numbers and run in my bag to the point that they can't even find niggas (Yeah)

I know niggas been sleepin' on me, put 'em out, so I can admire niggas (Put 'em out)

Find out y'all niggas creepin' on me, I'ma sit here through, come find niggas, on gang

Big slider (Rest in peace to Take', go get your switch, 'cause it ain't safe)

Big slider (Rest in peace to Take', go get your switch, 'cause it ain't safe)

Super Gremlin lyrics - Meek Mill

You actin' like a lil' bitch right now, nigga

Fuck that, I ain't lettin' that's hit ride

We gon' go and smoke all these motherfuckers

I don't care who the fuck out there

Goddamn it, is you down, nigga?

Man, both of y'all shut the fuck up

Well, we could be superstars (We could've been superstars but niggas be playin' [?])

We been rather wreckin' cars (Ayy bro, is that Jambo?)

Man, we play for keeps

What is at stakes for us? (Grind, thirst, hunger)

Kickin' off power mirrors

Say you my nigga, you say you my hitter, but I don't remember you deep in the trenches (Yeah, we could be superstars)

I'm swingin' them switches at you and your niggas

If you ever wonder why I'm bein' distant

Know why I'm slidin', I ain't even wildin', [?] survivin' this life that we livin'

If we really rockin', then why you feel comfortable talkin' 'round opps about my business

Yeah, I'm in that zone

[?] they can't even follow me home (Skrrt)

I'm really from Philly, I know all the killers, I call 'em, then I'ma be wrong

My youngin a soldier, they gave him like twenty

I told him he got to be strong

I send him some pictures, whenever he get 'em, I know that he probably alone

He wrote me, he told me that he livin' through me

I said, "Broski, you [?]"

It's crazy, I ain't even writin' 'cause I don't want to tell him what I'm really on

Slidin', eighty rounds, Glocks, see my kids, I got to get home

I seen lames turn superstars

And that Gram cut off, and ya mans cut off

'Cause you went too hard, and yeah, I went too hard

He back broke, he tryna hitch ya yard

You a type nigga try to get ya dawg headshot, don't even tell 'em what ya charge

Red dot, I ain't really tryna miss at all

This love won't really take risks at all

Nah, I was in back of the back when I put up the [?] with the gremlins

We done got hold of the money and move like the Russians at the [?]

AMG go sixty-three, G-Wagon, hear the engine (Vroom)

YG Air Force fifty, bendin' corners, scrapin' fenders

Somebody tell me who fuckin' with me

And don't bring out no bitches that's fuckin' with me

No competition when niggas are with me

Don't bring out no niggas that's fuckin' with me

If you a hater don't try to persuade me 'bout none of them niggas that's fuckin' with me

And don't speak on niggas, got money on me

All the niggas that's thuggin' with me

You don't fuck with my day ones? Fuck you, nigga

You could be what you wanted to be

Got big bands, and I'll crush you, nigga

That lil' money ain't nothin' to me

I ain't chasin' no ho, they be runnin' to me

I ain't payin' no hoes, they be comin' to me

If I keep it a thousand, I'll be in the islands

You run in my hitters before you could run into me

Yeah, we could be superstars (I don't trust him)

If he spin again, better shoot his car (Better dust him)

Now, it's not safe for you (Why?)

My youngin put a switch on this Glick

Yeah

Livin Wild lyrics - Meek Mill

Gangster Rap has become incredibly popular and profitable by selling lyrics about black-on-black violence

It's not actually a form of music

Hip hop has done more damage to young African Americans than racism

This is how bad the country- we're talking about lyrics

Uh, Free Slime, Free Wunna (Brr), Free the whole YSL, Free Duke

Free all my dogs from my block, free all the soldiers who locked down

Yeah, uh

I came from the dirt, nigga (I came)

Then I rose without a stain on my shirt

Richard Millie, rose gold, Plain Jane, what it's worth

Rest in peace to all my dawgs, I let 'em hang from my shirt

Wrap the diamonds, it's more than rap and rhymin', swear to God

It's like livin' in your dreams, while you flyin' a G5

On the way to perform a song that it ain't even take three times

To record, sometimes I be gettin' scared, God, is you sure?

You gon' bless me like this? I'm upstate and I'm rich

You gon' test me like this? But it be lessons like this

To clear my vision, make me see the ones that left me like this

They say that hatin' shit a disease and niggas been catchin' that shit

I know them vibes (I know 'em)

You around, I feel your energy, I know them eyes (I know 'em)

I won't trust as you, far as I can know, you know you slime (Ooh)

Kiss my mama on her forehead 'fore we ride

'Cause when we go to war, we know somebody gon' die (Die)

Mamas gon' cry (Cry), kids gon' grief (Grief)

God gon' judge (Judge), men gon' bleed (Bleed)

Got forty-nine million, I need like ten more Gs to be at fifty-mill' with ease (Yeah)

I'm on my way to see a hundred tickets, Dreamchaser and I'm runnin' with it

They hatin' on us, we like "Fuck them niggas"

'Cause we too busy goin' up on niggas, and be for real, I never trust them niggas

Far as I can throw 'em, I'm like, far as I can show 'em

They got YSL on lock, I'm tryna call and [?] 'em

Plus my dawg doin' life out, he ain't do all of that for him

Can't be screamin' off them pills in my hand, handlin' the pills

Had my family in the sticks and got sued, payin' all the bills

They say I'm livin' the life too wild, I got a handle on the whip

Say I should chill, y'all slow down, but I start speedin' up (I start speedin')

When I slow down, niggas start actin' like they was keepin' up

You fuck with YSL, send 'em out, 'cause that'll keep 'em up

And in your worst time, know always hold your peoples up, for real

Yeah, free YSL

(And in your worst time, know always hold your peoples up)

Free all my dawgs (For real, yeah)

Free YSL (And in your worst time, know always hold your peoples up)

Free all my dawgs (All my dawgs)

Last Last lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Tafia)

E don cast, last last, na everybody go chop breakfast (Last call for the queen)

Shayo

I need some bus and some shy hoes

Put her on tequila then she comin' of her high horse

She done went from classy to nasty, and I don't know

Knowin' that I'm famous, try go on this, but, I don't go

Take her out to zero to hang out with the Billy Boys

Last nigga put her in a Rollie put a milli' on her

She cannot believe that I'm this famous and I'm really on it

[?] driver came and had a bully on it

Fuck her from the back with that switch and put a fully on it

Hit her with that, "Brr"

Urus goin', "Brr"

She gon' fuck me good, don't tell nobody like she should

I can't drunk drive when I be in it raw 'cause I might, "Skrrt"

Bad bitches, they do what I want

Savage, spent fifty on Bottega shirts

Active, nigga, I ain't actin'

Why you think I'm out in Ghana actin like I never, ever had shit

She bouncin', hold up, she bounce it

I think I found it

Go deep in it, search around it, feel like I'm drownin'

They keepin' it, I'm around

She know that I'm in town

It's a secret (Shh)

Call me

E don cast, last last, na everybody go chop breakfast (Ayy)

Shayo

I told her pack it up, we [?]

Gave her some 'shrooms

Ten thousand them Hermès slides, brightened her mood (Uh)

Forty racks in emerald diamonds light up a room

And try to be a heartbreaker, but, it's gon' be a heartbreaker

I'm different with it

Play my positions, Scotty Pippin with it

She tryna get over me, that's why she let you hit it

Fuckin' dummy, I would've gave you as my last, last

You tickled me thinkin' you finna get the last laugh

Yeah, I rode V12 like I rest

I rest to get a [?]

[?] Devil pretty face, yeah

Try to break my confidence

I'm in another province

I'm gettin' too much paper, it's gettin' obvious (Let's go)

Yeah, I spread my wings like a ostrich (Go)

Yeah, the pretty bitches start to moshpit

Yeah, I got too glossy in my cockpit

I just upped the score, I just dropped six (Uh-huh)

Yeah, I got my heart intact (Yeah)

I can't get attached (Yeah)

You where the streets is at (For sure)

Yeah, uh, I know they glad I rap (Huh?)

I'm the hardest with that (Dope)

I'm the heart of the trap

E don cast, last last, na everybody go chop breakfast

Shayo

Forever lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Vory & Fridayy)

[Fridayy:]

I know you miss me

Who it's gon' be if it ain't me, lil' baby?

I'm in your city

'Cause I need it one more time

Might lose it all, I swear

I need it tonight, ooh, ah

[Vory:]

Ayy, bust down shawty

Feel like Sosa, fell in love with a thotty

I forgot your name, it's tatted on your body

Pull up in a [?] if you in the lobby

'Cause I know that these bitches be for everybody

So why stay?

If I'ma pick a ho, I pick my favorite one

As long as she just know she not the only one

Oh, babe

[?] all along that you know you the only one

Word to lil' miss that we don't condone no simp shit

I try my best not to be on some simp shit

Oh, babe

[Fridayy:]

I know you miss me

Who it's gon' be if it ain't me, lil' baby?

I'm in your city

'Cause I need it one more time

Might lose it all, I swear

I need it tonight, ooh, ah

[Meek Mill:]

Uh, I know she be missin' me

I still think 'bout you kissin' me

Shit, all them niggas you fuck with put together still ain't rich as me (Facts)

Here, I put a Rollie on

I be on that Tiffany

Ain't trippin' 'bout no ho, but the niggas you know be fuckin' be offendin' me

I asked my bro about you, he said, "Yeah, but it was [?]"

Last time I thought about you, I'm like, "Yeah, it hit differently"

But, I got way too many options

This bitch here like good energy

And, I'm really, really poppin', that Bottega come with amenities

Yeah, suck it on me, don't bring up no niggas in the industry

Unless you talkin' 'bout yo' history

Yeah, I think she go both ways like Dej Loaf

I fuck you good, just me, you, and some Hennessy

When you in my city, they be thinkin' that you with me

Might as well bring it to me since they thinkin' that you guilty

I'm thinkin' fly you way out to the trenches, do you filthy

Fuckin' you to "California Breeze" how it's feelin'

[Fridayy:]

I know you miss me

Who it's gon' be if it ain't me, lil' baby?

I'm in your city

'Cause I need it one more time

Might lose it all, I swear

I need it tonight, ooh, ah

Wait For You lyrics - Meek Mill

What you doin' over there

What you doin', yo?

You wanna call me and just look pretty over there, huh?

You hear me?

You wanna call me and just look pretty over there, huh?

Give me the real one

I'll call you when I get out the blueprint, yo

(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)

Yeah

She prayed for my demons, so I levelled her up

I'm up in Neeman's, spendin' seventy up

She a material girl, in love with money, so I was lettin' her nut

And I ain't really even have nothin', but I was just lettin' her stunt

You know, Prada me, I'll Prada her, she bottle me, I don't bottle her

Only time I bottle, eat your pussy to make your body purr

I'll fuck you 'til your body hurt

Found out where your spot at, now it ain't a lot of work

Told you come with me, we was out in Turks

Nasty, travellin' and havin' it

I'm keepin' it classy, forever appeal with all my baddies

You see me in traffic, don't ever speak, 'cause we too cracky

And I won't even peep, I had beef, drop the addy (Drop it)

Pull up on me, if I was locked down, shit, would you pull up for me?

Like really wait for me if I was low on money or low on lovin'?

'Cause the way that they've been movin', I've been low on trustin'

Pull that Lambo' through the lil' block, tell 'em to throw on somethin'

'Cause my hood bitch motivate me and always gon' roll up somethin'

She don't ever really be trippin', I made her my Goyard youngin

I bought her some Goyard luggage

When they don't even know y'all fuckin, it hit better

Just knowin' I'll get any girl I want, it make her wetter

And she won't go against me, it don't matter what you tell her

This life can get risky, Lord, don't ever use them letters

This nothin' ain't forever, uh

You could've waited, but you faded when niggas hated

Can't even save you, how you played in them situations?

Know a couple niggas that hit and I'm gon' get that information

But it come to me and them niggas, you ain't finna treat me like no basic

I get real cash, rich bitches all in my DM, tryna fuck me real bad

I bought this BM, a new BM, and now he real mad

It's a competition, no competition, I'm startin' to feel bad

I think I said that, uh

I've been travellin' around the world for you

I might pull up in your city, put it in you

And might take you on the tour with us, 'til the gang sit on the floor with us

She came and I had came, and know I'm cummin', I took her soul from her

Yeah, still remember your voices from talkin' over my jail phone

Every time I fuck you, fuck you like I just came home

We're sorry, you have reached a number that has been disconnected or is no longer in service

Munch lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Kur)

Yeah, like, I'm the baddest bitch walkin'

Like, it's nuancin' me

He's really villainese, goin' every day (Chaser, Chaser)

(Stop playin' with 'em, Riot)

And it's just like pain for everythin', haha

I'll call you right now, wait, hold on

Yeah

(Stop playin' with 'em, Riot)

You thought I was feelin' you? (Drippin') Bitch, you easy to fuck

You know I'm from Philly, I'm greasy as fuck

Whatever I said, I was greasin' you up (Whatever I said)

You thought I was feelin' you? (Thought I was what?)

You leavin' the what?

That money I gave you weren't even enough

That one in the lick, I'll keep you up (For real though)

I'ma really poppin', let's keep it a bean

I'm from Philly, say what do you mean?

You tight, bitch, I don't wanna be seen

If we fuck, don't bring out my name

I don't even wear that shit they wear

I come through Louis, A1, they clean

She fucked him for somethin' to get back

But I'm like "Shh", 'cause he on the team (He was a member)

And she wonder why she unseen

Low-ass Glock with the clip, hangin' out in the flashlight

It came with a beam, gotta see in the dark (Peekaboo)

Snake-ass niggas try to slide

Y'all niggas gon' bleed, I'm playin' my part (Ayy)

Pretty lil' vibe, I ain't even gotta give her no cheat

She take it back far (True), breathe (Breathe), breathe (Breathe)

Do you know who we are? (You're so fancy, yeah)

Pull up in the hood with a chopstick, .223s, they'll go do a car (Brr)

He got smoke with me, he know he better not go in no bars (Better not)

'Cause I get right in my back with this cash, real quick, stop goin' too far (Too far)

Blitz (Blitz), my young nigga don't miss (Don't miss)

She had fun with my homie, cool, she know we ain't ever gon' kiss (Don't kiss)

Finesse, it's cool when they do it, I do it, they pissed (They pissed)

Impressed, I hit it two times and I wanted to flood out her wrist

Do what I want, I turn her my bitch

Blue red Birkin, no blood, no Crip

Know I'm for certain, ain't tellin' on shit

Just give me my time and send me my flicks

Come 'bout my shit, give me a lawyer

Do my push-ups, come back, brick

I used to always tell my P.O., you lock me up, I'ma come back rich

You pop at us, I'ma come back quick (Brr), spin, do it again (Spin)

You and your friend or one that's twin, give it a kiss while I'm puttin' it in

I had dropped this shit, no reason, I'm on fire, I'm puttin' it in

I'm at the top floor, Air Force season, G29 on my Glock .10, yeah

Gang (Slide)

You thought I—

You thought I was feelin' you? (You thought I was—)

(You thought I was feelin' you?)

(Stop playin' with 'em, Riot)

Nah (You thought I was—)

You thought you was runnin' that shit on me like that?

(Stop playin' with 'em, Riot) (Let's get it)

You thought I was feelin' you? (Uh) I was, but it wasn't that much

You had got lucky when I hit your butt, hotels in the ducky, did that for a month like (Real talk)

You thought I was feelin' you? (Yeah, yeah) I was just callin' a lust

Your new nigga, he ain't important enough

If he ask, would you tell him I bored shit and stuff? (I mean)

These hoes fake, let's keep it a bean

Young Seven Nine, oh, I go by [?] (Yeah)

[?] when it's out of jeans

I'm hearin' the sweater, I'm watchin' a game

I like it waxed and I need it clean

I made her look back out an hour, while she stream

Anythin' goes, just say "Please" (Come on)

That's what she told me while she on her knees

I'm from the road, I rep fourteen (Yeah)

You know my mode, collect more beans (Yeah)

It hurt they soul when I succeed

Hurt a lil' more when I cop them keys

Made her suck dick, but I'm not gon' eat (What else?)

Sike, you know I'ma eat it, my face where you should be seated

Don't take it easy, sluttin' these hoes at the Four Seasons, I don't take it easy (What?)

Been in this shit for her diamonds, still talkin' greasy, you best believe me (Let's get it)

That show what her boyfriend did, but she tryna fuck me and suck me and please me (Okay)

Snipin' 'em down in Cs (Let's get it), let's get it poppin', like Breezy (What?)

She textin' my phone, she textin' my phone, like "Feed me" (Yeah, yeah)

Bitches greedy

Gang (Come on)

You thought I— (Hell, nah)

You thought I was feelin' you? (Needy)

In A Minute lyrics - Meek Mill

Brrt

Killerdelphia

(Damn, Kai, you goin' crazy)

Uh

Shit is crazy, when I look at my sons, I see a God

Can't complain when my niggas ain't livin' and we alive

Charlie thought I would make it without him, nigga's surprised

At the Grammys lookin' down from the stage, right in his eyes

I told Chino he should stay out them trenches, but, he decided

To play them corners, I check up on him 'cause we gon' ride

Slidin' around in a brand new Phantom with three .45s

Two F&Ns, a small percentage that we gon' die

This bulletproof forever, my mom sleep better

So, she don't cry

This shit we smoke make my mind think better

So, we get high

I'm never puttin' these thots on my girl level

So, she ain't mine

And if a thottie ever told you I love her

Then, she a lie

'Member I was tellin' niggas, "Stack that paper, fuck gettin' fly"

'Member I was tellin' niggas, "Come get these millions, fuck gettin' by"

Now, my homies gettin' clutch on each other, it's gettin' [?]

Now, my homies ain't even trustin' each other, I swear to God

Black and jewels protect my freedom 'cause I'm rich like that

Bulletproof, I'm in the trenches, 'cause it gets like that

I had to cut them thotties off, I said, "I gets right back"

Soon as my dawg went in her DM, that bitch hit right back, facts

I never wanted to be this rich, quarantine, I got three hundred all on my wrist, yeah

Quarantine, I'm mixin' noodles up with the fish, yeah

And only thing you can say I failed was a piss test

Diamonds shine like the Holy Grail, and all my shit wet

And all of these niggas know me well

Ho, wait, no bitch pressed

Ho try fuck my whole shit up 'cause that bitch pressed

She downgraded and I upgraded to big jet

Told 'em when they booked my jet, I need to store this

They know what I'm spendin' on them things, so, how's you doin' this?

Fifty K take off to the air, these prices ludicrous

I could've bought two chains with that, don't know where my future is

My shit WHAM like Baby out here

My older knew his shit, got to keep a gunner with twenty-one shots

Duck down and shoot some shit

Free my slimes, free my opps

I rep' that 18 in baguettes 'cause that's my truest block

And I can't trust you, I can't tell you tell the truth or not

I been too busy freein' these [?], ain't been in the booth a lot

They gave my dawg life in the cell, he got to do [?]

He say he pray five times a day, and I'm gon' scoop him out

Watch me

Richard on my wrist cost a new Bugatti

All these billionaires around me, it feel like the 'lluminati

Bad bitch, that pussy wet, I'm slippin', I could sue somebody

I can't bring my shooters 'round me, yeah, they be tryna shoot somebody

Yeah, I see your, "R.I.P." on the 'Gram, but, what you do about it?

Let them niggas lie your mans and you had knew about it

And when it come to holdin' that water, I'm turnin' blue about it

Get some money and them pounds, they come to you about it

Red light, catch a nigga at that red light

Go crazy on this window with that glizzy with that flashlight

For times that got dark, shit I went through in my past life

And this bitch still goin' hard like I ain't make five million last night

And I ain't talkin' 'bout other finesse, I'm talkin' 'bout my deal

And it's crazy 'cause I done investments to clear out all my bills

I get lazy, I let my cash work for my cash, I want to chill

My four pockets still be filled, and I got ties [?] for real

I'll be back in a minute

Switchy on that Glicky

Massaging Me lyrics - Meek Mill

[Future:]

We turn Miami to Sky-ami

We do this without any shenani'

She ready, spaghetti (Yeah, yeah)

I'm throwin' them baguettes (Yeah, yeah)

I'm cuttin' shit up like machete (Uh)

More hundo, the solo, I'm ripped

The king, I'm the GOAT, I'm your daddy

Put my finger in her pussy, VVS'

Hit her like a porn star, I came heavy

She can tell my persona, that's the difference

Put it down in her tonsils

I'm responsible, bitch, I'm doin' my numbers

No matter what I done conquered

I'm goin' back in and goin' bonkers

Bad bitch, she wearin' a different bag in all her pics

As long as she listenin', ain't doing nothin' suspicious, know that bitch be glistenin'

Bitch inspire me, get more money and I go out to get it

Bitch massaging me 'cause she know I'm gettin' these mills consistent

Bitch massaging me 'cause she know I'm gettin' this money consistent

Bitch massaging me 'cause she know I'm gettin' these racks consistent

Bitch massaging me 'cause she know I'm gettin' these racks consistent

Tell me you proud of me

Every time I come through and I hit it, no one fly as me

I been like this since-since I was an infant

[Meek Mill:]

Gang, we 'bout to go to Miami (Let's go)

She tryna jump out her panties (Oh, shit)

I'm gettin' harder to handle, I'm pullin' up, foreign AR with the Phantom (Brrt)

I don't fucked some of my favorite famous bitches backstage at the Grammys (Okay)

I done fucked some of my favorite Instagram bitches back seat of the Phantom

And we in the center, I'ma get her some sandals

It's lit like a candle, I'm lightin' her up

Last ten years been walkin' it, lit, they be droppin' confetti, we pipin' it up

Came in Aventador, coupe too small, I swapped for the Urus, get right in truck

Came with the nigga, but left with the boss

Every time I call, she wipe me up

Hit, nigga, you ain't never had shit

Stick some fine bad bitches on the couch, like, "Pick one" (Which one?)

They off the pills, I'm off the skrill, but still gon' fuck like six times

Trophies, I'm livin' life, you know me

I'm a real sniper, I put on my scopey

She spend a night, got a Rollie (Shh)

I told a bitch, "Be quiet," yeah

Treat me like a Rolls Royce Ghosty (Player)

I'm in my hood, I'm a pioneer

But, I'm keepin' that Glock on me closely (Right here)

Niggas, they talk on the 'net, but, we ballin' for real

I'm like, "Fuck out my face" (Fuck out of here)

Know the bitch jet, we goin' to Miami

But, she poppin' up MIA (She out of there)

I'm poppin' out when it's poppin', I pop up and everything go out my way (I'm poppin')

Bitch sayin', "PPA," this track we plottin' goin' away, yeah

[Future:]

We turn Miami to Sky-ami

We do this without any shenani'

She ready, spaghetti (Yeah, yeah)

I'm throwin' them baguettes (Yeah, yeah)

I'm cuttin' shit up like machete (Uh)

More hundo, the solo, I'm ripped

The king, I'm the GOAT, I'm your daddy

Put my finger in her pussy, VVS'

Bitch inspire me, get more money and I go out to get it

Bitch massaging me 'cause she know I'm gettin' these mills consistent

Bitch massaging me 'cause she know I'm gettin' this money consistent

Bitch massaging me 'cause she know I'm gettin' these racks consistent

Bitch massaging me 'cause she know I'm gettin' these racks consistent

Cannon 2022 lyrics - Meek Mill

New Celene, Mary jeans, red laser on the beam

Got the switchie on the— (Cannon, Cannon)

Diamonds dancin' while I'm walkin' out the mansion

And I still managed to advance with all these numbers that ain't handsome

Label callin', fuck the label, I ain't answer 'em

Uh, they can't blackball me, uh, matte-black Ferrari, uh

I still get a quarter mill' to snatch back the party, uh

Slid in her DM and she hit back, she was smart enough

And they say I'm way too, I'm on my racks, I don't talk enough

Shot caller, I'm callin' Harden up, like, "Yo, come ball for us"

What we talkin', money or these bitches? They for all of us

If he ain't talkin' no cash, when he start talkin', they don't talk to us

Glizzy in my right-hand, AP in my left-hand

I admired the money and Benjamin became my best man

She a gold digger, I can see it on her CAT scan

'Rari in the trenches, kids be thinkin' that I'm Batman

Superhero status every time I'm out in traffic

Niggas movin' backwards, like they try and make me laughin'

How can I respond when I got beef with eighty rappers

Then you see 'em in the streets and niggas speak, they be cappin', we too active

He got shot up by some shit he said in his caption

I just seen a R.I.P. post, I don't really be knowin' what happened

I'm from Philly, where the young niggas drillin', don't go to classes

Swing, you'll get your hands on a MAC, if you get an ambush

You'll swing, you'll get your hands some crack, 'fore detention passed me

In the hood, they know my homie for shootin', but he had a handle

Could've been like Ja Morant, so he got a Glock

Go tell them niggas they not my opps, I'll go buy they block

Nobody move, somebody move, somebody shot

I'm rockin' rude, that's silk smooth on a mega yacht

With a mega thot that got the same knees as Megan got

I said a lot, but I got everythin' I said I got

Early Mornings lyrics - Meek Mill

And that mula's in this shit, man

I never had no dope like that before in my life, man

That's the heaviest shit I ever smoked, man

I mean, I smoked a lot of shit before, man

But goddamn, that's heavy shit

And you okay

I can't breathe

Listen, man

I can't breathe, man

Tears fallin' down my bitch face

Now she forever tryna show me how that shit takes

Ain't really been droppin', I been tryna get my shit straight

Had to sell my prices, twenty mil' for every mixtape

Partyin' every night, don't do it for me, I'm tryna get cake

Level up, fillin' hundreds up all in my big safe

I said enough, I'll say it again, I'm tryna wet him up

Thinkin' with his dick, I'm gettin' a pretty bitch to set him up

It's better them, then better us, it's never them, forever us

And every M I ever touched, I multiplied it, doubled up

I know life math shit, I divide to see my brother up

Some got in they feelings deep inside but never'll bring it up

And all that do is fuck shit up

I told niggas that these hoes ain't got no love for us

I told niggas that these rappers don't really fuck with us

The wave is all they want from us, like it's made for only one of us

I'm straight on all that other stuff, for real

I know hangin' deep off in the trenches get me killed

But I get a rush from it, know the way it feel

Hangin' around the vultures, knowin' this Richard cost a mil'

Hold up, let me take the wheel

Said I'd pay the cost to be the boss, so I expect to pay the bill

Should I expect to do some favors? But I expect to keep it real

And I'm expectin' 'em to hate me, way I shine this shit, for real

But I ain't respectin' niggas, fallin' 'bout no money or no girls

I'm givin' bad bitches spaces, I got money out this world

And I be shinin' like a star, on top of that, they know I'm thorough

My niggas locked behind the walls, on top of that, I'm payin' bills

And paintin' pills for all my niggas that got life inside them cells

And I will, I'm breakin' bread with billi' boys, they know my heart is pure

You reach and I start drawin', 'cause I know the art of war

I know that they ain't on the shit we on and that's for sure

I'm knowin' that for sure

You ain't talkin' 'bout no money when you talkin', I'm like, "What you talkin' for?"

When them new Benzes had dropped, me and Chino had bought two more

Got the whole city poppin', from Philly to Baltimore

I really should talk some more, motivation for all of y'all

Label callin' on the line and I know what they callin' for

They callin' 'bout them Ms, 'bout them losses, them wins

I can show you how to make a boss out your mans

Turn your car to a Benz, but it'll cost you your friends

They be waitin' on your downfall, if you fall, that's the end

But if you win, they come around more and all make amends

I seen, cross my heart, hope to die, fuck niggas, I mean

Hundred shooters, I survived, beat the streets on the jeans

Livin' life on the edge

Shorty said I'm livin', like a price on my head

Got the pipe out of bed, I'm tryna get a nigga right from what he did

I'm tryna take a nigga life from what he said, too many nights from seein' red

Too many, too many nights from seein' red

Don't Give Up On Me lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Fridayy)

[Fridayy:]

Hold me down through the night

We could make it out alive

I know the road seems scary

And I see ya visions gettin' blurry

But please don't give up on me

Please don't give up on me

Only me here on my knees

Please don't give up on me (Ooh)

Please don't give up on me

I know this life can get crazy

But please don't switch up on me

If you riding with me, ride until we crash out

I need your loyalty 'cause I see love the red now

If we get blocked on the road, let's find a different route

I'm too deep into this shit, I cannot walk out

And you know I'd do the same for you

You know I would put my life on the line for you

I did some— for you

I did some shit I can't say for you

When you needed fixing, I bought you some screws

When you was at your lowest, tell me who was there for you

When my back's against the wall, this what I need you to do

Hold me down through the night

We could make it out alive

I know the road seems scary

And I see ya visions gettin' blurry

But please don't give up on me

Please don't give up on me

Only me here on my knees

Please don't give up on me (Ooh)

Please don't give up on me

I know this life can get crazy

But please don't switch up on me

[Meek Mill:]

Lot of people changed up, I'm happy that I saved up

Yeah

Five million cash, won't need nobody to save us (Nobody), we don't

All this money and this fame can't even phase us

Slappin' hoes, put it on my bro, she think she playin' us

Lot of folks wanna see me fall, I think I'm stayin' up

Hold me down, through the night, we done made it out alive

Shit, I did drills with me and [?], if he go left, I go right

A lot of girls that made me learn how I'm trusted for life, damn

Please don't give up on me

Smokin' at the bank, I got this Glick up on me

When in codeine, niggas horny, try and get up on me (How you feel?)

I need a switchy on me, I need a switchy on me

This black AP, four-fifty on me

Shit get crazy, see these niggas ain't your homies

If you wanna ride for me, slide for me

I got bad bitches that'd die for me

Real niggas that's in prison stayin' alive through me

And my homie had bit my back, what's the surprise to me

'Cause me and him go way back, he was on trial with me

And the only thing that's whack, he ain't been around to see (Damn)

That I got love for him if there's love for me

[Fridayy:]

Please don't give up on me

Please don't give up on me

I know this life can get crazy

Please don't give up on me

Please don't give up on me

I know this life can get crazy

But please don't switch up on me

No, no, no, no

Please don't give up on me

I know this life can get crazy

Please don't give up on me

Oh, no, no, no

Please don't give up on me

I know this life can get crazy

Please don't give up on me

Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah

Please don't give up on me

Tell me right now, is you with me?

Please don't give up on me

Oh, oh, oh

Give up on me

Please don't give up on me

I know this life can get crazy

Please don't give up on me

Expensive Pain (2021)

• Intro (Hate On Me)
• Outside (100 MPH)
• On My Soul
• Sharing Locations
• Expensive Pain
• Ride For You
• Me (FWM)
• Hot
• Love Train
• Northside Southside
• We Slide
• Tweaking
• Love Money
• Blue Notes 2
• Angels (RIP Lil Snupe)
• Cold Hearted III
• Halo
• Flamerz Flow (Bonus Track)

Intro (Hate On Me) lyrics - Meek Mill

Brrr

Every time I get back in the streets, this shit get darker

Yeah, woo

Niggas can't hate on me now (Hate on me)

We do it all, we changin' the laws, they thinkin' 'bout takin' me down (Yeah)

We done put bulletproof all on the cars, I told 'em bring eighty more rounds (Brrr)

I put baguettes on all of my dawgs, they fall, they makin' a sound

I'm on a yacht with a bad thot, we got the streets in a headlock

Nigga tried to peep through the backyard, all he seen was the choppas and red dots (Brrr)

I got my mama a black card, yeah, I really put on for the head knock

This that 1AC, you ain't one of them rappers

And none of your steppers can step with my steppers

This chess, not checkers

I told my dawgs, "Don't stress, don't rush it," I really got off

It's seven on seven and I'm gettin' better and better and better, my nigga, it's never no pressure (Let's get it)

Every time I hit up one of y'all niggas with smoke, it's never no pressure

Niggas is pussy, if I put a price on your head, shit, I get the special

You know I be hangin' wit' Jews

Get money wit' Russians, I'm makin' my moves

The hood behind me, I never could lose, I'm good, I'm solid

Can't play me like one of them dudes

You probably end up on the news

We mobbin' and wildin'

You know we ain't tuckin' them jewels, especially for none of you dudes

We slidin' wit' choppas

Rockin' Dior, I still remember me poor, I'm tryna get more (No cap)

Welcome to Philly where niggas get smoked for real tryna slide to the store (Brrr)

Send 'em with the stick, ghost the minivan stoley, slide with the door (Yeah)

Nigga gon' die in the streets so we can't even beef, I'ma die on the fours

And the bitch-ass rat keep talkin' that shit like he can't get blitzed and die on the tour

Switchin' the lane up when I'm in that Wrangler and none of them boys can follow them boys

I got the game from the real OG's

And it's money over bitches, can't die 'bout a whore

I got the game from the real OG's

It's money over bitches, can't die 'bout a whore, yeah

Hate on me now, hate on me now, I tell 'em hate on me now

Caught all them bitches and all of them leeches, so ain't no more wearin' me down (Let's get it)

Fresh out the jewelers, I jump out the bitches, they know I ain't playin' around

I triple-double whenever I bubble, these niggas in trouble, I'm sayin' it now, yeah

Hate on me now, hate on me now, I tell 'em hate on me now (Hate on me)

Caught all them bitches and all of them leeches, so ain't no more wearin' me down (Let's get it)

Hate on me now, hate on me now, niggas can hate on me now (Yeah)

We in the city, y'all tell me it's somethin' to say, you should say that shit now, yeah

Yeah, man

Dem dun kno di unruly boss (Boop, boop, boop)

Represent fi bumboclaat, dreamchasers, yeh

Real "El Chapo," Meek Milly (Boop, brr, boop, boop, boop)

A.K.A "Meek Killy"

I was out in UK, ballin' like 2K

All of my diamonds look duray

She say you only gon' do it when we go out the country, we havin' a three way (Get it)

I was gettin' head in the Rolls, start fuckin' her as soon as I got on the PJ

You was tryna tuck her like PJ, I was tryna bust it and do it the free way (Do it the free way)

Yeah, I was at the bodega, rockin' Bottega (Rockin' that Bott')

Crib like four acres and ain't got no neighbors, yeah

And I ain't never gon' meet 'em (Yeah)

Once it's up there, nigga, it's stuck there, blow it whenever we see you

We gettin' them pussies off

We gon' sip it and pour

She gettin' 'em all depleted

Know shorty don't get involved

She gon' fuck on my dawg and all to get to the leader, I

Keep all my bitches in Bentleys and Beamers, and I put the demons in Demons

Keep all my bitches in Bentleys and Beamers, and I put them demons in Demons

Yow Meek

Yuh kno how di fucking ting guh man

Woy yoii

Outside

Outside (100 MPH) lyrics - Meek Mill

Dream Chasers вчера, всегда и сейчас

Мы любим деньги, мы любим жизнь, мы любим Dream Chasers

Мы доверяем только Dream Chasers (Brrt)

I woke up, I made a mill', said, "Fuck it," then rented them all

If life's a bitch, I'm havin' my way with that shit, and I'm hittin' it raw (Havin' it)

Ain't none of y'all niggas gettin' none of this money and bitches, just me and my dawgs

With a brand new Porsche, a Turbo Sport with a horse, but it look like a frog

I just hopped through the hood, then I hop on a chop in the hood (Ride on a chop)

Bad lil' bitch, she pretty as fuck and the top real good (Pretty as fuck)

Call every night, I don't even want him to walk, shot up the hood

Y'all niggas be payin' them hitters for real, y'all not any good (Y'all niggas is pussy)

[?] cost me four-fifty [?]

I been hurtin' your heart with these lil' bitches, I wanna see y'all chеcks

She gotta move real careful-like it's a operate, you should see her texts

I ain't stop poppin', planes, I'll pop in 'em, y'all lil' niggas better be on y'all best

I just came right back outside, now all the baddies back outside

Fuck 'em, spoil 'em, married three months, give 'em a prize

They talk shit 'bout me, they know they play, niggas gon' die

I been ballin' so long in Miami, I don't need to take bitches on dates to pound

She got niggas that's rich, but they ain't really lit like that, tell her take her time (Take her time)

They really love it, but I get with so many hunnids, can't make her mine

Yeah, she said, "Meek, come fuck me rough," and I was tryna break her spine (Let's get it)

Knowin' this lil' bitch fucked my dawg, and I can't make her mine (Make her mine)

Outside, outside, outside, outside, I just popped out, came back outside

Outside, outside, outside, outside (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Big boy trucks in the driveway (My driveway), we outside with it (We outside)

Reachin' for my Richard, you gon' die with it (Die)

I been keepin' a pack of bad lil' bitches, they outside with it

And I just made a couple million in five minutes (I'm limitless)

Okay, okay, okay, that new Maybach came today (Today)

I put mics all in they face for all my young niggas passed away, yeah (Away)

I ain't really had no time last year, but I'm on niggas' asses today (I am)

Y'all niggas only ones keepin' them hoes, y'all givin' that cash away, okay, okay (Yeah, yeah)

Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo

Okay, okay

He hasn't slept in probably seven days

Go 'head, ki' like a brick (A bird), bad lil' bitch, she thick (She bad)

Come to my city, we really ride dirty, no lights, and we totin' them sticks (Brrt)

My dawg got life in the cell (Got life), he know that I'm never gon' switch (I won't)

Start ballin' like I was Joel 'cause I got them Ms and Bs on my list (Yeah)

And I put that Virgil shit on, for reals, like pardon my twist (Yeah)

Every bitch that I be fuckin' get Rollies for real, like pardon my bitch (Yeah)

She looked me dead in my eyes when she suckin' and she tryna start up some shit (Yeah)

Tryna snatch my soul, lil' bitch, gettin' top with my hand on her

Pardon my neck, pardon my wrist, ass so fat, gotta pardon my bitch

Pardon my Glock, pardon my hip, I just jumped off a yacht, gotta pardon my ship

I just did a walkthrough at Roc Nation and left out with four new partnerships

This ain't rap, nigga, I'm back, I just be walkin' and talkin' my shit, yeah

Niggas can't see me, we totin' them chops, yeah (Niggas ain't see us)

I had dreams of murderin' opps, rippin' them demons and burnin' them blocks

They couldn't believe it, I'm turnin' the blocks, yeah (Yeah)

Back in them trenches again (We back)

Totin' extensions again, if he play tough, put Benji on him

We open it up, open it up, I fuck from the back when I'm chokin' her up

.223s, they go through a truck, somebody get hit, it's no gettin' up

No gettin' up, no gettin' up, trippin' on niggas, they soakin' it up (Soakin')

Walk in the spot with a big-ass .30 on me, give a fuck if it's pokin' or what

What? What? What? What?

What? What? What? What?

What? What? What? What?

On My Soul lyrics - Meek Mill

Sittin' in the Phantom, countin' money in the sun

Everybody in my hood know I'm the one

Made it out the trenches, leave ten million for my son

They said it's the difference, it feel different how I come

Put it on my soul, I can put it on my soul

We be goin' to the wars and I ain't puttin' up my pole

That new Virgil and Dior, came through, I got it on

Put it on my soul, put it on my soul

Ain't nothin' that I, it ain't nothin' that I can't hold

I'm gettin' everything I aimed for

I'm gettin' everything I aimed for

Bulletproof the Range Rove', niggas be on angles

I done bought so many diamond chains, swear they get tangled

Promise any nigga sayin' my name gon' get mangled (Boom)

Same niggas 'round me gettin' changed and they dangerous

Different colored riches in the pictures, Power Rangers

Come to fuckin' these bitches and gettin' this cash, no, we ain't stainless

Two hundred on the dash, been through the hood like I ain't famous

Sometimes I just be havin' to vent though, I ain't gon' lie

A lot people still left here like

Everybody prayin' I don't go back, but it's like, what you want me to do?

And leave my people?

And I can't leave my people, got that eye of the eagle

My homie wanted the Bentley but he died in the Regal

And I ain't never sell no heroin, auntie died from the needle

If you my opp, my daddy dyin' to meet you

'Cause I know the feeling when you fucked up and you lit

And nobody wan' see you, but when you come up and you rich

Everybody believe you, they use me too, I got useless

Think that's how I got even

Put my life on the line and sacrifice for my people

Put it on my soul, I can put it on my soul

We be goin' to the wars and I ain't puttin' up my pole

That new Virgil and Dior, came through, l got it on

Put it on my soul, put it on my soul

Ain't nothin' that I, it ain't nothin' that I can't hold

I'm gettin' everything I aimed for

Yeah, I'm gettin' everything (Everything)

Bulletproof the Range Rove', donut the Durango

Crazy all the shit that I obtain, I feel the same dose

My young nigga died in the streets lettin' his flame go

And I think about it every night 'fore I sleep, it make my brain go

(Thinkin' about it every night when I sleep)

Got me cuddlin' with my Glock when I sleep, can't let my flame go

(Got me cuddlin' with my Glock)

Woah, woah, woah, woah

Put it on my soul

Sharing Locations lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Lil Baby & Lil Durk)

I got a little bitch from the hood I call her gang

She don't play with that bae shit

I be fuckin this NBA nigga bitch

'Cause she know I ain't never gonna say shit

New contract big like I play ball, little boy

Ain't nothing to play with

I told her pull up she told me she can't

Her nigga be sharing __cpLocations

I was riding in the ghost with the ghost gun

Seen you out with your kids so you owe one

And my man in the can while you taking out the trash

He gon' pop up with the mac like don't run

Gave her a pill they all get high, you ever had a foursome?

It's too much cash for me to hide

I had to give little bro some

I fuck her raw from time to time

I don't show no emotion

But when he died he had them racks

He had to make a go fund

I hang with the hitters who train the killers

Who send all the niggas on slow runs

I got me a check, and I bought me a cat

And I went on the block and did donuts

I hang with all the murderers

I'm paying all the lawyers for the murderers

I'm putting all my dice on the murderers

You don't wanna see me with the murderers, murderers

Rolls Royce swervin'

Famous bitch curvin'

Seen you out in traffic

You was looking nervous

Ran it up on accident

Then they thought it was on purpose

I know for a fact I'm blasting mine

I never get too worried

Hundred racks in hundreds

Stick like cursive, I been selling verses

One time I lied inside my song

I ain't gonna buy no Burkin

Homicide on my mind

When I slide I ain't trying see no hearse

He ain't even die by the gun

Took a fake pill, nigga died off percs

Shorty look perfect, pussy was worth it

Go get her some purses

My diamonds be hitting like we in a Versus

We sticking together this shit in a cursive

I'm fuckin' with Durkio

I just left the jeweler with Baby, bought two anniversaries

Go to Atlanta to Copper Cove me

Bad little bitches all on me

Way too ranked up, ain't no exposing me

She wanna go to the mall

Got up and went to the pop up at Louis in Soho and ordered it all

I'm in this bitch with the voice and the hero, these niggas is weirdos

Ain't going this hard

I'm from the P, that's gang

All these niggas know me I hang with...

I hang with all the murderers

I'm paying all the lawyers for the murderers

I'm putting all my dice on the murderers

You don't wanna see me with the murderers, murderers

Expensive Pain lyrics - Meek Mill

Zone, I got lights in this bitch, turn me up somethin' Cruz

Jim in this bitch, Ellis in this bitch, wassup?

Uh

I bought the Richie for a quarter but I sold it for a nickel

(Hold on, lemme hit the blunt)

I'm bringin' real niggas home, shit, I'm the realest, it's official

Yeah, uh

When I start stressin', I get bored, might spend a million, that shit tickle

On a threeway, me and Slow, he caught L's and we both pick 'em

In the cell but you can't tell that we in the jail

'Cause we don't feel no pain unless them kids say in vain that I miss you

If you my dawg, I'm tryna put you on the shit that I'm on

Super drippy, made the Patek match the kicks I got on

Totin' the semi-automatic, ain't no pushin' me, dawg

Time bomb, niggas tickin' me off

Look at the skyline from the penthouse, like Walt Disney, dawg

Send her to the mall and tell her, "Get some Dior"

Made her text her best friend, she said, "He Christian Dior"

And the crazy part about it, there wasn't shit in the yard

Shit, I been winnin' a long time, I know they sick of me, y'all

Got me switchin' up my flow again, switchin' up my hoe again

E'rrybody been changin', got me switchin' up my bro again

My dawg did his bid, he came back home and switched his pole again

And I ain't even wanna tell him to slide, he tryna go again

Once he got active, I said, "Go again," yeah

King in my trenches, I'm not active, all I know is when

Tote the blower, this like oh to ten, yeah

And this expensive pain

When you ridin' through the trenches, bulletproof all on the Range

This expensive pain

Lovin' on the bitch you claim knowin' some rich niggas hittin'

It'll never be the same, this expensive pain

This expensive pain

Went through some shit about this money, I seen some niggas change, expensive pain

A million on the Richard, and it's plain

And it's crazy, I never check the time in all expensive frames

These Cartiers, I'm with your bitch and I just called her here, we all in here

Ask 'bout me in Starlets, shit, I used to ball in there

Shit, I been throwin' paper since Bernice was goin' hard in there, no kizzy

Yeah, expensive bitches, more money, more riches

Cops get behind us, we start takin' all switches

Niggas bein' nice, but we don't be in y'all business

Shit, how you think we always end up bein' in y'all bitches?

This is the same feelin' that you get like when you a kid on Christmas

I just knocked down a lil' celeb' and I was on her hit list

And I ain't been rappin', I been trappin', tryna learn my business

They thought I fell off, but they well off

I gotta keep my name worth more than money and gold

Remain humble around my people 'cause I don't spoil my soul

And I keep my dreams before fame and all these funny lil' hoes

'Cause I got two sons that's kings and they like three lil' bros

And they want everything they cop, I order them clothes

Gotta watch for everything, that dot'll spoil your ghost

And I be partyin' with people that got the word of control

'Cause they know I got the influence you can feel in your soul

This is culture currency, money shit don't ever worry me

Gotta have my chopper in front of this bitch, this shit been gettin' embarrassin'

She seen me cuddle with my stick, said, "Boy, you need some therapy"

And I can't lie, I prolly do, 'cause I still have dreams of niggas airin' me

It ain't no fuckin' fear in me

I let bad bitches fuckin' share me, and they love it, clearly

Used to fit eighty in them pockets, now we dub America

Besides, just cut the Cullinan up like I know culinary, yeah

And this expensive pain

When you ridin' through the trenches, bulletproof all on the Range

This expensive pain

Lovin' on the bitch you claim knowin' some rich niggas hittin'

It'll never be the same, this expensive pain

This expensive pain

Went through some shit about this money, I seen some niggas change, expensive pain

A million on the Richard, and it's plain

And it's crazy, I never check the time in all expensive frames

These Cartiers, I'm with your bitch and I just called her here, we all in here

Ask about me in Starlets, I used to ball in there

See that girl right there?

I can see it in her eyes, she's a Dreamchaser

Ride For You lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Kehlani)

Baby, you, oh, you were made for me (You know, you know)

Hit my phone, I'ma be there instantly (You know, you know)

I pray for us (I pray, I pray), pray your heart I'll always keep (You know, you know, I pray my motherfuckin' soul to keep)

Just know I'ma ride for you, baby (I'ma ride), slide for you, baby, just say you got me (Yeah)

Westside shorty, last summer was a hot girl

But it don't matter now, she my girl

A bucket list since you are my world

I introduced you to some other shit

Now you can't relate if niggas not thorough or not real

I'll tell you how I feel, but it's a lot still

'Cause I don't even know how I feel

But I'll kill for the love of the love you and I built

It's ride or die still

Your bills turnin' into my bills, shit done got real

It's not fake, every other day another sky date

Fuck in the '62s while we drivin' on the highway

Condo with the views out in Seoul, know the fly way

Fuckin' you from Monday all the way to Friday

Baby, you (You), oh, you were made for me (You were made for me, yeah, you know, you know)

Hit my phone, I'ma be there instantly (Be there instantly, you know, you know)

I pray for us (I pray, I pray), pray your heart I'll always keep (Always keep, you know, you know, I pray my motherfuckin' soul to keep)

Just know I'ma ride for you, baby (I'ma ride), slide for you, baby, just say you got me (Yeah)

Told you that shit gon' be forever, gon' remember me

And every time you call, you know I'm pullin' up instantly

Them diamonds on your arm gon' shine forever, to infinity

So even if you leave, it's lit forever, feel my energy, I still

'Member fuckin' you off Hennessy and wildin' out

Deep all in it, tweakin' in it, got you howlin' out

Rich nigga, made me pull that Urus to your mama house

Them niggas on your mama block respect me, they see me hoppin' out

For real, I used to fuck you, all my chains on

And listen to all your stories about your ex, some shit he ain't doin'

I wasn't really tryna hear it, but you sound pressed, like you was hangin' on

I had to patch you up so many times, so baby, take it on you

Baby, you, yeah, oh, you were made for me (Yeah, yeah)

Hit my phone, I'ma be there instantly (Be there instantly, you know, you know)

I pray for us, pray your heart I'll always keep (Heart I'll always keep)

Just know I'ma ride for you, baby (Ride for you, baby), slide for you, baby, just say you got me

Yeah, yeah, you got me feelin' like

Yeah, yeah, you got me feelin' like

Baby, you, oh, you were made for me (You know, you know)

Hit my phone, I'ma be there instantly (You know, you know)

I pray for us, pray your heart I'll always keep (You know, you know)

Just know I'ma ride for you, baby, slide for you, baby, just say you got me

Yeah, yeah, you got me feelin' like

Yeah, yeah, you got me feelin' like

Yeah, yeah, you got me feelin' like

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

[Meek Mill:]

Fuckin' with me, niggas ain't fuckin' with me (Niggas ain't fuckin')

Niggas ain't fuckin' with me, you niggas ain't fuckin' with me (Woah, woah)

Woah, woah (Woah, woah)

Woah, woah, woah, woah

Drop (Yeah)

Flew her out on the first flight

Got that pussy the first night

Niggas say it's war, then it's on sight, gang, gang (Brrt)

Walk in this bitch with all this ice

I could've came through in a 'Rari but hit the hood on my dirt bike, yeah (Man)

Countin' these bands up, been fuckin' my hands up (Fuck it up)

I was in Paris, I pay for the drill, hit your mans up (Brrt)

Big Glock 40 on the hipline, hold my pants up (Hold it up)

She was confused, like, "How you the G.O.A.T. in a Lamb' truck? (She like, "What?")

Fuckin' this tall bitch from the back, say, "Stand up" (Woo)

Then put your motherfuckin' face down, ass up

Nigga been rich too long for makin' these songs, my nigga, it's past luck

Fuckin' this bitch too long, she offered a threesome and I just passed up

She wanna go in the 'Rari (Too small)

I wanna rip in the Wraith (Let's go)

I wanna look at the stars (Stars), like I was hittin' in space (Yeah)

Nigga, how you get back home? (How he get back?)

Take a look at his case (Check him out)

Said her period's on (What happened?)

I put it on her face

[Meek Mill (A$AP Ferg):]

Niggas ain't fuckin' with me, niggas ain't fuckin' with me (Yeah, yeah, Harlem)

Niggas ain't fuckin' with me, niggas ain't fuckin' with me (Meek Mill, what up?)

Twenty bad bitches goin' up with the gang, they fuckin' for free (Ooh-ooh)

You call her phone, I call her phone, she comin' to me (Yeah)

[A$AP Ferg:]

Got a boss bitch, Dominican

Slim with the buns, cinnamon

Friend got the cake like Entenmann's

East coast bitch in Timberlands (Yeah)

Dip with the set like Killa Cam

Hop on a jet and we get a tan

Like Mortal Kombat when she throw it back, her friends like, "Finish him" (Right)

Run up, gon' flex, huh

It look like I'm looting in my closet, with the baguettes, huh

I just hit Will up with a deposit (Yeah), fill up my neck, huh

Lookin' like light bugs sittin' on my collar (Right)

We been stressed, huh, pull up with a mink, look like I am Chewbacca

Blocka-blocka, turned to shottas if them coppers try to pop us (Ferg)

Then go sit at John and Vinny's, have some pasta with some mobsters (Yeah)

Swervin' through Philly, I'm hangin' with Billies and nobody really can stop us (Woo)

Bee-ya, bee-ya, we throw dollars, got your bee-ya' pussy poppin' like

Bee-ya, bee-ya, why you actin' like a ho? Like a ho

Bee-ya, bee-ya, why you actin' like a ho? Like a ho

Bee-ya, bee-ya, get yo' eyes up off my dough, off my dough

Bee-ya, bee-ya, get yo' eyes up off my dough, off my dough (That's right)

[Meek Mill:]

Niggas ain't fuckin' with me, niggas ain't fuckin' with me (Niggas ain't fuckin')

Niggas ain't fuckin' with me, niggas ain't fuckin' with me (They can't touch us)

Twenty bad bitches goin' up with the gang, they fuckin' for free (Fuckin' for free)

You call her phone, I call her phone, she comin' to me

Bee-ya, bee-ya

Fuckin' this bad bitch from the projects, her name Tia

Head was good, the best on earth like Russ and Bia

Nigga asked me did I see her, but I ain't see her

But I did, 'cause she was tucked in the fahina

Spanish bitches goin' up like la marina

She a hot girl and I'm hot too, jalapeño

We sell work and she wan' work 'cause she a pinger

We gon' serve that lil' bitch

(Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)

(Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)

Hot lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Moneybagg Yo)

[Meek Mill:]

(KJ, what you got goin' on, man?)

(Eza on the beat, he cooked that shit)

Fourth quarter

I ain't even gon' lie, man, I've been on some shit, lately

For real

(Yo, Nick Papz, make it slap)

I walk in the spot (Steppin')

I got what it takes to get to the top

The money I make, these niggas cannot compete

They know that I'm gettin' a lot

She give me the twat (Give me that)

Been countin' that pussy, I'm gettin' a lot

I know she a thot, still give her a shot

I fuck from the back 'til it's twistin' my sight

You know that I'm hot (Hot, hot, hot)

Yeah, this that city boy shit (Real city)

This shit crazy, we ain't even kiss, I put some shit on her wrist (Let's get it)

Shit was amazing, welcome the Lord's magic, flick of the wrist (Brr)

Pocket a chop' right next to the drop, you can't even pick up the shit

I gotta take a flick of this shit (Let's go)

I know my haters be sick of this shit

I put a bitch on a bitch (On a bitch)

Wake in the morning, I look in the mirror, it's crazy, I'm really this rich (Shit crazy)

Feedin' my children and makin' my millions, I'm really as real as it gets (For real)

Poppin' them wheelies and shit

I got a Glock with a ten on that shit and a switch on that shit, know we been on that shit

You know my niggas be sendin' that shit, we be goin' to war, we be pullin' that shit

We be spinnin' that shit, we be bendin' that shit, we be gettin' that money and spendin' that shit

Fives and tens and twenties, we never don't count 'em, we give 'em to women and shit

I be drummin' on jet with my members and shit, everybody in my hood gon' remember this shit (Yeah)

Swear to God that my hood gon' remember this shit

We can go back and forth like it's tennis lil' bitch, I don't go back and forth with no women and shit

Yeah, if we start it, you know we gon' finish it, yeah

I walk in the spot (Ooh)

I got what it takes to get to the top

The money I make, these niggas cannot compete

They know that I'm gettin' a lot

She give me the twat (Mmm, mmm)

Been countin' that pussy, I'm gettin' a lot

I know she a thot, still give her a shot

I fuck from the back 'til it's twistin' my sight

You know that I'm hot (Hot, hot, hot)

[Moneybagg Yo:]

Hmm, hotter than juvie in '99 (Bah)

Drippin' Dior to my heel, pull up and hop out the whip to a lot of eyes (On me)

I put this shit on, for real, mixin' top dollar designer with Jordan 5s (Ghetto)

Really like fuck these niggas, I gave 'em a couple tries, now I'm cuttin' ties (Fuck)

This my life, your entertainment, I want the money, fuck bein' famous

Why is you fifty-three, still bangin'? (Huh?) Sick of these niggas, put me in containment

Umbrella in the Rolls case it rain, goin' wherever the money take me (Grr)

All this forever, don't it never change, don't think about it but I miss her brain (On God)

Hit the switch, let the stick blow, to ride this wave, you need a big boat

Poppin' shit 'cause I was piss poor, hotter than grandmama Crisco (Go)

I taught my niggas to move a lil' smooth (Why?), you can't even tell what the feds sayin' (Spy)

I'm in DC with a red skin, big FN

[Meek Mill:]

I walk in the spot (Steppin')

I got what it takes to get to the top

The money I make, these niggas cannot compete

They know that I'm gettin' a lot

She give me the twat (Give me that)

Been countin' that pussy, I'm gettin' a lot

I know she a thot, still give her a shot

I fuck from the back 'til it's twistin' my sight

You know that I'm hot (Hot, hot, hot)

Love Train lyrics - Meek Mill

I only can tell you the truth

Yeah, uh

I seen so many niggas switchin', I had to cut 'em off

So many bitches actin' different, we stopped fuckin' raw

I upped the score, I went for more, shit, I'm like, "It's up to y'all"

And you ain't gotta talk behind my back, you know my number, call me, mmm

'Cause I heard they said I wasn't feeling a thing

I'm in the studio all night, shit, I'm like, "What do you mean?"

Shit, all them nights on private flights, feel like we livin' the dream

'Member we said we wouldn't let these bitches get in between

When people told me you was jealous, I just wouldn't believe (Believe)

And when niggas told me you was fuckin', no, I couldn't believe it

I tried to give you all my blessings, but you couldn't receive it

'Cause you was listenin' to people that was listenin' to people

I had to get up and leave you 'cause you couldn't even see it

All this fame, turned into a monster, shit like Resident Evil

And once the love turn toxic, think it's better I don't see you

'Cause I've been runnin' up my millions, shit been revving my ego

I put my money 'fore my bitches so we never get equal

'Cause then the world keep turning, the money keep burning

Living and I'm learning, ain't no bitches I'm concerned with

I seen everybody change on me 'bout some money

Learned to get rich, came home, niggas actin' funny, I can't cut it

I'm just strappin' and I ain't talkin'

Swear to God, none of y'all niggas better not grab for my coffin

Swear to God, bad bitches playing Simon Says when I'm talkin'

And I can't say I'm runnin' them trenches when I ain't walkin'

I seen so many niggas switchin', I had to cut 'em off

So many bitches actin' different, we stopped fuckin' raw

I upped the score, I went for more, shit, I'm like, "It's up to y'all"

And you ain't gotta talk behind my back, you know my number, call me, mmm

'Cause I heard they said I wasn't feeling a thing

I'm in the studio all night, shit, I'm like, "What do you mean?"

Shit, all them nights on private flights, feel like we livin' the dream

'Member we said we wouldn't let these bitches get in between

When people told me you was jealous, I just wouldn't believe (Believe)

And when niggas told me you was fuckin', no, I couldn't believe it

Yeah, uh

Let me give you some game, how you gon' maintain?

'Cause niggas that hit it talk like bitches and they be saying things

And I know y'all booed up and that's cool, but did you know things change?

And you a good girl, but I seen good girls go play the same game

Turn to bad girls and make niggas rearrange things

And everything just turn into a blame game

Look at it like a watch, she could be a nice watch, you could get a plain Jane

You take that same watch, bust it down, it ain't worth the same thing

But it's gon' shine when the lights hit it, a little bling-bling

You add some diamonds to it, get a little shine into it

But think about it, take a good girl, add some wildin' to it

That's like a bust down Rollie, don't hold no value to it

And now you at the jeweler tryna trade it in

'Cause time is money, gotta watch what you spend

You can't make it again

I've been down this road with too many hoes and I can't take it again

Take me

Take me away, take me away, all my pain expensive

I got people tryna take me out like I ain't help invent 'em

Smell the venom like Baccarat and money on the menu

And I'll never cross nobody that helped me to a million

Why you even finessin'? I wasn't even checkin'

Look at yourself, bitin' the hand that gave you extra

Niggas tryna leave me for dead, but this ain't checkers

I act like I don't notice and then I bring it to your chest up

To the neck up

Aimin' at your head soon as I catch up

Too many millions, social media don't impress us

Too many feelings while I'm rappin', hope I don't mess up

I seen so many niggas switchin', I had to cut 'em off

So many bitches actin' different, we stopped fuckin' raw

I upped the score, I went for more, shit, I'm like, "It's up to y'all"

And you ain't gotta talk behind my back, you know my number, call me, mmm

'Cause I heard they said I wasn't feeling a thing

I'm in the studio all night, shit, I'm like, "What do you mean?"

Shit, all them nights on private flights, feel like we livin' the dream

'Member we said we wouldn't let these bitches get in between

When people told me you was jealous, I just wouldn't believe (Believe)

And when niggas told me you was fuckin', no, I couldn't believe it

Northside Southside lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Giggs)

[Meek Mill:]

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah (Shoot through your car door, shoutout to Cardo)

Yeah, yeah

Yeah

Yeah, look on the 'net and they talkin' 'bout bannin' me

Just left the dealer, I told him to Phantom me

I cannot be with no niggas that's fans of me

No kizzy

I don't know why these lil' niggas be playing with me

Murder for murder, they ain't understanding me

Take one of mine, that shit end with your family

Perkies, thirties, young niggas shooting like Currys

Walking in the club, no searching

Whack him for a check, yeah, surfin'

Spinning, sinning

Sinning, winning

I know the way that we living that we probably going to Hell any minute

He never been on a mission, I see in his eyes, I can tell if he bitching

Treat him like Trey, get out the car, I know they gon' tell if he did it

My got them tickies for selling them brickies, but he ain't made the cell in a minute

Niggas been busting them U-eys, I'll never forget it, I ain't take a L in a minute

You a bitch, he a rat, he a fraud, on the 'Gram like he was that

Baby mama, she a groupie, in the Lamb', swerving with me eating gat

Big dog, real boss, make a call, nigga, you will be a pack

Cut a check, real nigga, credit card fraud, yeah, he was cap

Capping

I know you niggas be capping

I hit the switch on you, tapping

Two type of niggas, the niggas that watch and the niggas that go make it happen

I don't look up to no rappers

I ain't been talking no trapping

I've been investing, just chose up a check, it's ten million, and that was on test

Woo, I'm just turning up

When it's beef, shit, I can't sleep, that shit be burning me up

Front of Louis V, right on Rodeo, I pull up and Dawn on the truck

What's a hundred to me? Give that shit to my homie and tell him go run that shit up

Niggas can't fuck with the gang

Big FN on me hang

Yeah, Northside, Southside shit

Nigga, I ain't tripping out 'bout no bitch

I make the Maybach bounce, got shorty going up in the trap while she ride my dick

Niggas want internet clout, tell 'em spin on his house, I don't really wanna talk 'bout shit

Yeah, Northside, Southside shit

Yeah, Northside, Southside shit

[Giggs:]

My niggas got bricks for cheapers, niggas got bits and pieces (Yeah)

Niggas just showing their weakness, man, they just quit, the weakest (Yeah)

Never no problem sleeping, Hollow just squish them leeches

Yeah, look at a scary movie, pussy, get trick or treated

Don't know what's up in it, he doesn't know, Hollowman's tapping it

Yeah, upping them out and they bitch on my left, how did he pattern it?

Yeah, nobody's clapping it

I put my back in it

Yeah, I got the strap, pop top, wrapping the rag on it

Yeah, Southside shit

Niggas all working outside shifts

Niggas get melt with drive-by clips

You never gon' work them Muay Thai kicks

Yeah, bounce that bitch

Pussy smells like fish

H got them, shit, stars like KISS

Yeah, who's to be tested?

H, truth to be destined

Yeah, man get run over, vroom-vroom, who's the pedestrian?

Yeah, just got a new strap, boom-boom, shoot it for testing

Yeah, fuck the domestics, man just move to a next ting

[Meek Mill:]

Northside, Southside shit

Nigga, I ain't tripping out 'bout no bitch

I make the Maybach bounce, got shorty going up in the trap while she ride my dick

Niggas want internet clout, tell 'em spin on his house, I don't really wanna talk 'bout shit

Yeah, Northside, Southside shit

Yeah, Northside, Southside shit

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

(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)

Got me feeling like the realest nigga on this earth (Yeah)

Tryna wash away my sins since I've been doin' dirt (Amen)

If I press a button on you, niggas goin' to church (Brr)

Load them thirties in them glizzies, niggas goin' to work (Work)

When we slide, we slide, we slide, we slide, we slide (We slide)

And we slide, we slide, we slide, we slide, we slide (We slide)

Putting it in for all my dogs who never made it home

Spending nights all in the booth, and I done stayed alone

Tryna chase a hundred million, it won't take me long

When all these niggas went against me, it just made me strong

And I don't need nobody help, I do it by myself

Been taking risks before the fame, I keep it by my belt

Ain't have a dollar to my name, you don't know how I felt

So how the fuck could niggas judge me when you ain't never love me?

Going to war with niggas I grew up with, tryna slug me

Used to hug that corner every night, but it ain't hug me

Sipping on a quarter, huh, grimy, thirsty, hungry

Streets were my religion, left my mama for my homies

And we all slide, if he offsides

When they caught my homie slipping, it's like we all died

Think it brought us close together, that day, we all cried

Popping percs and sipping lean, and now we all high

Turned me savage, I got traumatized from homicides and all these caskets

Got me out my mind, can't go outside without that ladder

I grew up in failure where your dreams will get shattered

Bullets hit the window, all you seen was niggas scatter

It don't matter

Lost my daddy, kindergarten I got badder

When I was twelve, was living in hell and lighting that gas up

So 'bout my dawg know we gon' mask up

Got me feeling like the realest nigga on this earth

Tryna wash away my sins 'cause I've been doin' dirt

If I press a button on you, niggas goin' to church

Load them thirties in them glizzies, niggas goin' to work

When we slide, we slide, we slide, we slide, we slide (We slide)

Yeah, yeah, we slide

We slide, we slide, we slide, we slide, we slide (We slide)

Yeah, yeah

My codefendant said he can't take no time

Said call the police like Mary J. Blidge

The federales picked him up, this ain't no state time

I told him the safest way to talk is on the FaceTime, yeah

Slide in the the Lamborghini, slide in the Buick

Fish parquet, clean diamonds, no cubics

My brother down the road with a iPhone

Told him don't get used to that, you know I'm gettin' him back home

I cry still tears and don't know why, why

They poked his ribs, first they told him we gon' let it fly (Let it fly)

My mama told me let my pride stay to the side, but I had drunk it like a pint

I made a mistake and killed a player

Keep the Glock when I pray 'cause He won't save us (Yeah)

They let a rat kill my neighbor

If I had knew you hang with them I would've told my dawg do me a favor

We slide, we slide, we slide if it's slime

We slide, we both slide if it's slime

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Sometimes I show people love so they won't kill me (Yeah)

Screaming on the mic, I'm tryna make baby feel me (Yeah)

Crosses on my chest, baguetti fingers heal me, yeah (Heal me)

I done got so wealthy, I done bought out my cavities

Black and white phantom, made the funeral referee

Got me feeling like the realest nigga on this earth (Yeah)

Tryna wash away my sins since I've been doin' dirt (Amen)

If I press a button on you, niggas goin' to church (Brr)

Load them thirties in them glizzies, niggas goin' to work (Work)

When we slide, we slide, we slide, we slide, we slide (We slide)

Yeah, yeah, we slide

We slide, we slide, we slide, we slide, we slide (We slide)

Yeah, yeah, we slide

Tweaking lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Vory)

Hmm, this is my brother

Yeah this is

My rules, my rules, my rules, my rules, my—

(Yeah) I like the way you work it

Never met an angel that was perfect

I never met a demon that was worth it (Yeah)

They know the book Vor' come with amenities and plenty fees

Your favorite model is not a ten to me, I got ten of these

Your favorite rapper is still feeding off my energy

I just talked to Jeff, I told him strictly pesos

I just talked to Jeff, I told him strictly Bezos

'Cause I'm too rich to pay hoes

Old niggas hatin' on the young niggas, damn

Young niggas wildin' out, beefin' on the 'Gram

I just hope this money don't make me lose who I am

It's funny 'cause this money make me lose all my friends

They say "It's something 'bout Meek Milly, he movin' different than them"

It's lil' fish, I take ya bitch for a swim

The jewelry loud but the Richard Millie plain, I let it whisper to them

That 33 on me like Pippen again, I been a bull

Niggas know I won't fold, I been to war

Rap beef, street beef, really done did 'em all

I get money, fuck bitches, and I ball

My haters linkin' over my haters, it's ten of y'all

And y'all still couldn't body me

Flow smoother than Wallaby

I do it so honorably

And y'all wonder why they proud of me

This shit is rare

Man, I had cops tryna lie on me

I caught a case at eighteen, they still was puttin' time with me

But looky here, I bounce back like every time

I'm 'bout a dollar but on every dime

I hit her once and I say never mind, yeah

I get my Audemars from Francois so I can stay ahead of time, ha

Catchin' Ms and I been catchin' tens

So many Bentleys and Rolls Royces, I can't trust a Benz

How could I ever trust a bitch when I done fucked her friends?

'Cause I know when we go our ways she gon' fuck my man

Damn, hate the game, not the players in it

They say you won't respect a ho until you layin' with her

And she on Versace sheets, pussy-playin' with it

I'm out here rappin' like I'm broke, you niggas playin' with it (Ha)

In the studio, I don't sleep

'Cause every time I drop, I make a million every week

I'm in a Aston Martin truck, she don't know if it's car or Jeep

But she ain't really trippin' 'bout it 'cause all she know is she with Meek, shit get deep

Shit, it get deeper and deeper, that shit y'all talkin' gettin' cheaper and cheaper

I'm tired of hearin' about y'all Pateks and them foreigns y'all leasin'

'Cause I got mansions 'round the corner from each other and I don't even see 'em

I gotta check 'em on camera just to make sure they good

And niggas had the nerve to tell me I don't be in the hood, I don't get it

Even if I did I wouldn't be with it

I'm used to being on islands with like twenty-three bitches

I'm used to ridin' 'round in bulletproofs with like two or three switches

Y'all niggas outside fifty deep, I'm with like two or three niggas in the mix

Deep down in it where y'all niggas ain't allowed at

You ever wear a Richard Millie where the wolves growl at?

My dog got a sentence, gave him life, he ain't allowed back

I already made it rich, I pray to God he give his time back

I'm living out my dreams, yeah, these niggas haters

'21 Maybach fly by, see you later

They ain't even here, they was quiet as a refrigerator

And I ain't even want 'em to see me 'cause I was faded, for real

(Yeah) I like the way you work it

Never met an angel that was perfect

I never met a demon that was worth it (Yeah)

They know the book Vor' come with amenities and plenty fees

Your favorite model is not a ten to me, I got ten of these

Your favorite rapper is still feeding off my energy

I just talked to Jeff, I told him strictly pesos

I just talked to Jeff, I told him strictly Bezos

'Cause I'm too rich to pay hoes (Pay hoes)

Love Money lyrics - Meek Mill

If you know I did it for you, why you ain't pay me back? (Why you ain't pay me back?)

Why I gotta tell you I love you so you can say it back?

Let the people manipulate you and it made you crack

Every time that you said you needed me, I gave you racks

Ain't no love, ain't no love, ain't no love, left with my money (Ain't no love, left with my money, ain't no love, left with my money)

I put blood diamonds on bitches, leave a blood trial of money (Leave a blood trail of dead presidents and Dior)

I make millions, split it with niggas, you know that I be on it (You know and I know, you know and I know)

Gettin' busy on a four-fifty, ride or die, doin' a hundred (Ride or die through the trenches like I live in the hood)

I took them shackles off my wrist and then I made it ice (Let's go)

Same people crossed me say they sorry, but they ain't even make it right

I go to sleep with one eye of open, it's like a way of life

'Cause in them streets, you gotta keep it rollin' like we playin' dice (No crappin' out)

Niggas can't figure me out, I be on everything

You should see how it get in the house, it look like Medellin

Gold chopper sit on the couch, smokin' on better things (Brrt)

They seen I had holes in my heart and they tried let it bleed

Pastor sewed it up, I'm goin' up, now niggas texting me

People that I grew up with and they switched couldn't even get next to me

Do a favor for 'em, see if they real just like my specialty

Knowin' I don't even need to pay back, shit like a test for me (Shit like a test for me)

Niggas testin' me (Niggas testin' me)

Knowin' they the one that I made specially (Know that)

My mama crib like a million, my grandma crib like a buildin', I only put it on the 'Gram to give you the recipe

Ain't no love, ain't no love, ain't no love left on my money (Ain't no love on my money, it's just blood on the money)

I put blood diamonds on bitches, leave a blood trial of money (Leave a blood trail of dead presidents and Dior)

I make millions, split it with niggas, you know that I be on it (You know and I know, you know and I know)

Gettin' busy on a four-fifty, ride or die, doin' a hundred (Ride or die, ride or die)

Too much money comin' in, I don't even count it

Maybach and the Cullinan, I don't even drive it

None of y'all niggas can't tell me I ain't solid

Assassination of my character 'cause I told you I ain't got it

Took some millions and I buried in them in so long that I forget 'em

Took my family and I carried us, brought us all up from the bottom

How you gon' say that I forgot you?

All them times I had to spot you

The only thing is 'bout a bitch that I done hit or made swallow

Know my dad died as a rival, but I'm still proud of my father

So I put Prada on his baby mama

And I had to tell my youngin in the trenches, "Don't you ever take no risks, you gon' spend it on designer" (On designer)

Ain't no love, ain't no love, ain't no love left on this money (On this money)

It's just blood left on this money

Blood on these bitches

Blood on the diamonds, blood on the back of the twenties

Showed too much love, he got whacked in December

Ain't no love, ain't no love, ain't no love left on my money (Ain't no love on my money, it's just blood on the money)

I put blood diamonds on bitches, leave a blood trial of money (Leave a blood trail of dead presidents and Dior)

I make millions, split it with niggas, you know that I be on it (You know and I know, you know and I know)

Gettin' busy on a four-fifty, ride or die, doin' a hundred (Ride or die, ride or die)

Blue Notes 2 lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Lil Uzi Vert)

[Meek Mill:]

Yo, Nick Papz, make it slap

Yeah (Brrt)

You gotta turn me up in the headphones some more, a lil' bit more

Just a teeny bit

Turn me up, Cruz

It's so many motherfuckin' hundreds, you gotta make a part two

I'm not in competition with my homies

I'm whippin' the competition and the Rollie

I knew my opposition never knew me

They wouldn't be opposition if they know me

I made a proposition to my hitters

I told them to knock 'em down if he owe me

I just be slidin' 'round, hittin' the building

We movin' with Glock, pounds, and them .40s

Them niggas got shot down, we was whorin'

My homie a opp now, so we on him

I was like sixteen with the MAC on me

Deep in the field like it's Pop Warner

Weathered the shit, seen niggas cracked on me

When it got real, tried to slide on him

I made some M's, split the guys on it

We keepin' it real, niggas not

And my homie a savage, got put in a casket, and I'm mad at him 'cause he died on us

Just left his viewing and I told his momma, every time that she cry, "We gon' slide on 'em"

I look you niggas right dead in the eye and I ain't surprised you ain't ride for us

How would you feel if you bust some mill' with some niggas and they switch the side on you?

How would you feel?

When you so lit that you can't tell if the love real

If I can't tell you nothin', I'll tell you how a thug feel

And you ain't rich, nigga, your stash can't pay my drug bill

Pussy (Pussy)

Nigga, this expensive pain, pullin' an expensive Range

[Lil Uzi Vert:]

Neck got expensive chain

He got drug money (Yeah), that's an expensive game (Yeah)

I got an expensive shooter (Yeah), he got expensive aim (Yeah)

You know it's Lil Uzi (Yeah), that's an expensive name (Yeah)

[Meek Mill:]

I'm goin' hard and my back to the wall (Wall)

I was like JH, just pumpin' and fakin' us, no way they matchin' me off (Matchin' me off)

Who really gon' stick me if we gettin' busy and we seein' rap when it's bought? (Bought)

I won't even practice, I go triple platinum and they sayin' that was a wash, ayy

I switch my Rollie up to a Richard Mille

In the trenches with some young nigga

Tryna tell him how this rich shit really feel

You ain't never been in the field with them late nights, off Benadryl With them great whites, locked in a cell

Like Shawshank, no redemption

I was the richest nigga in the prison

I was strappin' up when niggas wasn't ridin'

I was the richest nigga on a mission

I was motivated, I was watchin' moves

Yeah, I was the brokest nigga, in the kitchen

I was chasin' million when they said I couldn't

I was hard-headed, I ain't listen

Kinda glad that I never did

Now we all made it out the trenches, yeah

All of my money is new

All of my money is blue, riddle me this?

I'm supposed to go get money, and keep doin' favors, and give all my money to who?

You keep tellin' me niggas keep tellin' you what?

Why they be runnin' to you?

And why every time niggas talk about me and it's bad, they keep comin' to you?

I never got that part

Nigga, know you my man

But every time you wanna talk bad 'bout me

They come to you and you come to me like a ho ass nigga

I'll slap the shit out you, fuck it

Woo

Hundreds on hundreds on hundreds on hundreds

My homie a opp, but he know how I rock

So you know that I'm ready, however he comin'

We done went up on these niggas like seventy-nothin'

They talkin' 'bout bodies, we talkin' 'bout millions

We talkin' bout money, they talkin' 'bout killin'

I gotta go to the bathroom as soon as I walk in the building

You know how I'm livin'

Walkin', I'm tuckin' and passin' the glizzy

Don't look all sensitive, you know I ain't slippin'

Come to your trenches, it's just me and one of my savages, nigga, you know I ain't trippin'

I can't get extorted, I'm ballin' like Jordan

We slidin with torches, we totin' and pimpin'

It's fuck what niggas think

I just be laughin' to the bank

[Lil Uzi Vert:]

I done pulled up with the presidential on my wrist and this bitch hit like Hillary

I was just in the kitchen, whippin' Hannah Montana like my name was Billy Ray

And I bet that I have me a hundred million dollars on these niggas 'fore I be twenty-eight

Love her back, when bitches wasn't lovin' me

Twenty-thousand at best, she ain't dubbin' me

I'm on point, ain't no bitch out here runnin' me

Lamborghini, the same color Bumblebee

Pull up Cullinan, same color, butter seats

In the game, ain't no young nigga touchin' me

Yeah, she know that I'm the shit and she know that I'm rich

Every time that I fuck, she say, "Nut in me" (Ayy, Lil Uzi)