MEEK MILL feat. Kirko Bangz – Young & Gettin’ It

Young and I’m getting it, young and I’m getting it
Young and I’m getting it, young and I’m getting it
I’m just young and I don’t give a shit
I just want the money, y’all can keep them bitches
Cause I’m young and I’m getting it, I’m young and I’m getting it

[Hook - Kirko Bangz]
Ok, I wake up in the morning and I see dollar signs
Said Shawty wanna rolling, I’m like oh man she fine
I got money all in my pocket and my Audermar on shine
So why you hating on me, huh, I’m just living my life
I’m just young and I’m getting it, young and I’m getting it
Young and I’m getting it, young and I’m getting it
I’m just young and I don’t give a shit
I just want the money, y’all can keep them bitches
Cause I’m young and I’m getting it, I’m young and I’m getting it

[Meek Mill]
Yeah, young nigga I get money and fuck hoes on my spare time
She don’t fuck on the first night, then she don’t mean my damn life
Niggas smoking that Bob Marley, that Bob Marley like yeah molly
I’m sipping on the whole A for that purp shit, bed time
I cop forz like jaws, y’all niggas ain’t import’
Shawty want that molly, and I’ma get what she order
Tats all in my body, strapped up like a war
Eat the pussy I prolly, if it smell like water
Her neck talk say fuck me, my wrist talk say suck me
The niggas claiming they balling, I take your bitch Chris Humphrey
And make them buy me a whip nigga
Nothing less than the 6 nigga,
Y’all ray I’m up like hoes, all you are some bitch niggas

[Hook]
Ok, I wake up in the morning and I see dollar signs
And Shawty wanna rolling, I’m like oh man she fine
I got money all in my pocket and my Audermar on shine
So why you hating on me, huh, I’m just living my life
I’m just young and I’m getting it, young and I’m getting it
Young and I’m getting it, young and I’m getting it
I’m just young and I don’t give a shit
I just want the money, y’all can keep them bitches
Cause I’m young and I’m getting it, I’m young and I’m getting it

[Meek Mill]
Okay, your baby mama, I ball that, side chick I ball that
Main chick, I ball that, and your dream girl just called back
I’m still repping that north side with that big P on my ballcap
These broke niggas don’t like me, cause they say I think I’m all that
Now come cop that ‘rarri, I don’t need to feel sorry
Niggas claiming my flows, I took pretty niggas on mar
And I ain’t claming these hoes, have these haters looking all sorry
When I pulled up in that Roll’s, swag was surfing on ‘em like narley
Like 3 hoes like Santa Clause, saying I’m the boss, ya’ll interrupt
Hit you girl by mistake nigga, wasn’t even in my plan at all
I told homie I hit it there, these niggas wanna be planned all
Knowing that girl is main thang, that shit don’t like nigga, bang, bang

[Hook]

MEEK MILL feat. Mary J. Blige – Who You’re Around

One Night I prayed to God
I asked could he please remove the enemies from my life
And before you know it I started losing friends

[Hook: Mary J. Blige]
Somebody who you’re around wants to clip your wings and shoot you down
But its okay to keep enemies close
As long as you know, just make sure you know who you’re around

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Y’all was like my brothers
I considered y’all as folks
And I remember nights sipping liquor making toasts
Talking about the life, trying to get it slinging dope
Niggas say I changed, but you niggas changed first
And fuck all this money nigga, we was fam first
Looking at me ballin, know that instagram hurt
Cuz you was supposed to be that nigga in that damn ghost
I would have rolled for you even in the same herse
Same cemetary, burry me in the same dirt
We had a plan, but I guess it ain’t work
“B.H we straight,” that was the motto my nigga
I got rich first, you was supposed to follow my nigga
I’m gone

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
And Dat Nigga Lil
Shit I can’t believe you (not you)
That’s what that syrup and that weed do?
And when I came home I tried to feed you
And every song I was yellin free you (Free Dat Nigga Lil)
And if you bled I was down to bleed too
Now when I ride by I breeze through
I don’t even stop, ain’t a need to
And you the one that left nigga, I ain’t leave you
Shit got realer, niggas got richer
I said the money train coming, niggas missed it
I even tried to spin back around to come and get you
But niggas wanted more from me then my own sister

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
They want more than my mother
More than Omelly, and that nigga like my brother
Greedy motherfucker
Crazy thing about it, I don’t hate em, I still love em
I might have said things, I never said fuck em
But I’m a live my life, get the money, ball hard
Still sending earned money for his calling cards
Rick ain’t complaining, he got life behind bars
And he still calling me, bet you he ain’t calling y’all
Cuz none of y’all niggas ain’t send him shit yet
None of y’all niggas send him pics yet
I’m still writing money orders, sending big checks
And remember when it rains, niggas get wet
Gone

[Hook]

[Outro: Meek Mill]
I still love niggas
But its like we just grew apart
If you don’t grind, you don’t shine
Half my niggas still around, and we all shining hard
Gone

MEEK MILL feat. Jordanne – Use To Be

[Hook: Jordanne]
I use to be a use to
I use to be a use to
I use to be a use to
I used to grind in the dirt
I used to cry to ’til it hurt
I will look up to the heavens
When is my time gonna come
I use to be a use to
But I never got use to
Being what I use to, be
Said I use to be a use to
But I never got use to
Being what I use to be

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
I was never use to niggas that was use to
Being broke so I started selling coke
Times got hard was selling soap
Scheming just like the preacher in church he selling hope
Now I’m getting older, heart getting colder
Looking at my son while his head lay on my shoulder
Thinking in my head will I make it to see him grow up
Or will I catch a bullet from something these niggas throwing
Trying to take me out, in the hood trying to make it out
Niggas plotting on me cops all staking out
Trying to get a couple bricks so I can make a house
Close friends hating on me really trying to play me out
Damn, but niggas couldn’t deal with me
If they had blackjack my shooters would still hit them
North side of Philly where it’s real gritty
And dirty at where everyday they murder at

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
When I was young I started planning it out
My daddy got killed I was the man of the house
By the age of 16 man them hammers was out
So when niggas trying to hit me I’m just handing them out
Cause I ain’t trying to see my mom crying, and my sis mourning
So I’mma let this little Mac 11 rip on them
Louis Vuitton sneaks watch the blood drip on them
For all the times I bled the tears I shed
Every time I made money it was here I said
And if my niggas asked for it it was yeah I said
Selling butter just to get the fam bread I spread
I got married to the streets and it was here I wed
Cause I was never use to being what I use to
Started off walking now the Rolls Royce a coup too
I’mma let the top down every time I shoot through
To give them motivation even though I know they hating

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
The man with the gold makes the rules
And one who makes the rules break the rules
Some niggas make it alive, some make the news
It’s either family or money, I hate to choose
Cause you need money just to feed the fam, the family keep you cool
Got a nigga on the papers still I keep the tool
Niggas heard I’m getting money so they creeping though
I keep my hand up on that hammer what’s for me to do?
Let these niggas kill me?
Try to line me up so they can rail me?
I’m just giving you the real me
Started with a dollar now I got it and I’m filthy

[Hook]

MEEK MILL – Traumatized

[Verse 1:]
It really hurt me when they killed Shotty
I was locked down in my cell and I had to read about it
And when they killed Diddy, left him out in Philly
We was young and gettin’ money, man we used to run the city
We was rockin’ all them shows, fuckin’ all them hoes
And when they killed Darryl, Renee had to see him froze on the ground
Downtown, I can hear the sounds now
When she walked up to that casket seen her son and fell down
I drop tears for my niggas that ain’t here
And still think about you even though that it been years
Cause half the niggas that I grew up with is all dead
All this pain and all this stressin’ I should have a bald head
Cause when my Aunt Rhonda died she looked Tock in his eyes
Saw death comin’, when she seen it she just cried
Prolly part of the reason we drink and we get high
When I find the nigga that killed my daddy know I’mma ride
Hope you hear me, I’mma kill you nigga
To let you know that I don’t feel you nigga
Yeah, you ripped my family apart and made my momma cry
So when I see you nigga it’s gon’ be a homicide
Cuz I was only a toddler, you left me traumatized
You made me man of the house and it was grindin’ time
So I’mma let this flame hit you just to let this pain hit you
And for all them cloudy days I’mma let this rain hit you nigga

[Hook:]
I know [x8]
You ripped my family apart and made my momma cry
So when I see you nigga it’s gon’ be a homicide
I know [x8]
So I’mma let this flame hit you just to let this pain hit you
And for all them cloudy days I’mma let this rain hit you nigga

[Verse 2:]
And I ain’t ready
Niggas wanna murder me I’m ridin’ around heavy
I think they wanna wet me like New Orleans and the levees
But I got this mac elevy, these niggas’ll never get me
Lord knows, I got alotta homies in the dirt
Niggas sprayin’ metal tryna take you off the earth
Really over nothin’, tell me what it’s worth
Tryna take you out the game just to put you on a shirt
I Rose from the jungle like Derrick
Death to anybody that oppose my spirit
My future lookin’ brighter than this rose I’m starin’ at
We be runnin’ trains on the hoes y’all cherish
Rest in peace to my niggas, I swear I miss them to death
My hammer sing murda music, I’ll let you listen to death
I’ll have you walk with the reaper when hollows rip through your chest
Cause if you throw ‘em I throw back like Mitchell & Ness
I’m gone

[Hook:]
I know [x8]
You ripped my family apart and made my momma cry
So when I see you nigga it’s gon’ be a homicide
I know [x8]
So I’mma let this flame hit you just to let this pain hit you
And for all them cloudy days I’mma let this rain hit you nigga

[Verse 3:]
Man my life so real
Last night I went to sleep and woke up with the chills
Started with a dollar now I got a couple mil
And I make a hundred thousand every time a nigga spill
Man I almost got murked in front of the same church
My dad got carried in, family got married in
That was in my older days, this is now, that was then
Had the block jumpin’ for them dollars, Shawn Marion
Young nigga gon’ get my own that’s why I’m arrogant
Homie need the bail, for them bonds we’ll bury ‘em
Lock ‘em like a terrier
Breakin’ all barriers
Just to beat the trial we go miles like Darius
Cause cops tryna catch me, niggas tryna clap me
Haters runnin at me, know they wanna get at me
And people got the nerve to ask why I don’t look happy
I did it for my niggas, and I did this shit for Kathy

[Hook:]
I know [x8]
You ripped my family apart and made my momma cry
So when I see you nigga it’s gon’ be a homicide
I know [x8]
So I’mma let this flame hit you just to let this pain hit you
And for all them cloudy days I’mma let this rain hit you nigga

MEEK MILL – The Ride

See when I do joints like this?
I do it for the young’un in the ghetto
That you aint gon never hear his story cause he ain’t gonna make it to tell it
So you know what’s crazy
I went to court the other day, the D.A. say she hate me
How you gonna hate me when me and Lou just took 20 racks and put coats on them kids backs?
It’s 30 degrees outside
24, how could I ask for more?
I got my deals, gettin’ real, I’m makin’ cash fo’ sure
Stuntin’ every chance I get because I had it poor
But every time I go to sleep I hear the devil at my door
And I’m on them paper so them courts are goin’ back and forth
Dealin with probation, man they all said I’d be back for sure
Minds is turned to zombies from that raw because it’s crack the law
You wonder why them babies runnin’ crazy ‘stead of clappin’ off
Gettin’ life before they get pussy
Cause ain’t nobody love ‘em so they lives get took in
Locked in cages, having fighting over cookies
And much strange, is happy them days ain’t never killed ‘em
Yea I remember, it was a hot December
Niggas die on top of winter cause them kids need them toys
Well Santa Claus don’t see them boys
Them see the girls around here, there’s Jack boys down stairs
No man with the big bag just man with the big gat
Try and take your shit back cause he feel the world owe him
And his daughter want a Barbie bike for Christmas, he gon show up
That the love is there, no mother there
Just her and little brother there
We wash our pain with Belvedere and use the drugs they brought us here
We get high to get by
Hotdogs no ribeyes with tears drip from red eyes
Is what ends don’t meet the damn lies
The D.A. said she hate me but I don’t understand
When I just rocked the show in front of 50.000 fans
I think that bitch racist, she probly in a clash
She take her pain out on me but she probly need a man
I took my mom from public housin’, put it in the Styx
We came a long way from welfare and gettin wic
That shit just made me hungry
And now we gettin’ rich and all these niggas gettin’ sick
I know they wanna get me hit cause I’m Ballin
Yea, cause I’m Ballin
It’s like sometimes I always gotta let these type of joints go man, just speakin’ to the streets
And bitch said she hate me
I felt some time away about that
Last night we just came out giving 2-300 pair of shoes to the schools
To the girls’ and the boys’ basketball teams
How you hate me?
You hate me cause I’m doin’ I’m supposed to do and I got that money and I’m makin more money than you?
Well, bitch you can hate me for that
Let’s get it

MEEK MILL feat. Wale, Big Sean – Take U Home

[Hook:]
Girl I know you got a man, and you so in love with him
But can I get a dance? Maybe a little loving
Slim girl if I took you home, I wonder, I wonder
Maybe I was wondering
I wonder if I took you home
Would you still be in love baby?
Cause I need you tonight
I wonder if I took you home
Would you still be in love baby?
Cause I need you tonight
(Tell your man you’ll see him next week, cause we gone)

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
I say Maserati stance, get it we disappearing
I tell her cut off the phones, there’s nothing to interfere
She follow my every order do anything that I dare
I’m giving her everything so all my neighbors can hear it
Scream to her making her fiend more
We be making a movie they thinking it’s Scream 4
Got that from [?] Jeezy and then I put Dean on
I’m 7 looking like Heaven, I love when them jeans on
We rolling get your chick stolen
Stand up paper I can’t even fold it
Old bread baby, my money be moldy
Every time I’m going down it’s nothing but roses, yeah
I was just on the money, never was on hoes
I told shorty play her part like some corn rows
And maybe you could get a Neiman Marcus wardrobe
I’m talking tearing down the mall when the stores close

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Wale]
Dub A.L.E. you know I’m in the house
I’m going on whatever shorty point them bitches out
They love me up top, I’m important in the South
I could talk them into drinking and then talk them out of a blouse
Look, wild youngin, brown drinking and loud loving
Living in a moment shawty it’s now or never
I’m in a 911, this shit is rented though
But how I’m whippin’ this muthafucka you never know
Shout out my brother Meek, O Melly what it do?
We trying to find how many bitches could fit in the coupe
She addicted to bags, I’m addicted to shoes
You could buy em for me, he can buy em for you
Word. Wale Folarin
Young’un Supreme SB’s, I’m a star in this muthafucka
Raw in this muthafucka, Vuitton a nigga’s duffle
John Doe flow: got a car in this muthafucka
Woop! Park the Caddy in the living room
He ain’t talking about no paper we don’t listen to him
I try to love ‘em in the physical not literal
After I’m a hit it gotta give a little nigga room!
A little space! I gotta breathe
We blew enough trees, you gotta leaf!
No Days Off, me and Meek
Young gunner, Rock Boys, double MG!

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Big Sean]
Man I like my drinks high, my lights low
And I’m stacking paper like trifolds
‘Til my momma neighbors them white folks
‘Til my account triple O, oh, triple o, oh
Man the bank teller thought it was a typo
I’ve got loose girls in tight clothes
Man, that dance floor look perfect
Only thing it’s missing is Michael
Twerk that shit, berserk that shit
Finally Famous ho, I deserve that shit
Put syrup on top, I dessert that shit
Then afterwards I’m gone, I desert that shit
B.I.G. lil bitch!

[Hook]

MEEK MILL feat. 2 Chainz, Louie V – Str8 Like That

We just too turnt up
Turn up to the max
We be gettin to it
Do it straight like that

[Hook: x2]
We do it str8 like that, get money str8 like that
We run it str8 like that, who want it str8 like that?

[Bridge: x2]
We just too turnt up
Turn up to the max
We be gettin to it
Do it straight like that

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
DJ turn me up! Please don’t turn me down
These niggas ain’t hear me then, these niggas gonna hear me now
I got bad hoes in my section, these niggas wanna burn me down
So I’m gon’ make it sparkle, tell the waiter come serve me now
Just Ciroc bottles and top models, all real niggas that pop bottles
I pulled up and I drop-topped, and my bad bitch just popped out
And like Alakazam! This shit way out of my hands!
And I’m with black card shawty, vroom-vroom jumpin out of that Lamb
Well damn, it’s YSL in my shirt, fly as hell off Earth
Y’all niggas smoking on dirt, I’m on probation poppin on Perc
We sippin that lean, the fuck y’all mean
My money so long and my bitch so mean
We smokin on strong and I’m with my team
And We turned up, got your bitch tryna fuck

[Hook x2]

[Bridge x2]

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
All I do is turn up, I’m about to show y’all
Early bird get the worm, I’m up way before y’all
I don’t even know y’all, riding with the doors off
Fuck her on the lean, then I fucking doze off!
The dope man is my role model, I had a TV on top of my floor model
That bitch would show, fiends used to smoke dope out the antenna
Closet full of amphibians, aim at it and hit it
Difference between me and your girl: my girl, ass thicker
Life sentence my trunk, real niggas respect it
Dumb charm on my necklace, stupid watch on my left wrist
I ain’t have a lot so I brag a lot, when I got a lot, I pop a lot
I bought a drop, bought some pussy, get head in the parking lot
My rhyme style’s unorthodox, my weed stank no Tic-Tac
Asking me where I get that, Gucci sat on my flip flap!
Paint job cost 10 stacks, rims cost me another ten
So tell a friend to tell a friend to tell a friend to tell a friend

[Hook x2]

[Bridge x2]

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
Straight like that nigga, straight like that
No birthday get cake like that
And I ball hard niggas hate like that
Cause I drop that work, come straight right back like whoa
I peeled off in the Bent, came straight right back in a Rolls
Peeled off with ya bitch, came straight right back with y’all
Nigga we share that bitch, 10 big chains I don’t wear that shit
Big Glock 9, I air that shit
And a big V12, I steer that shit like skurrrt
And they be like word, I’m with a bad bitch, but I wouldn’t wife her
My neck all froze and my wrist like burr
And my shit so cold, I’m a need a light fur
We turned up to the max, turned up on them racks
Got shorty all on that pole and she gon turn up for these stacks
Cause I’m ballin, like Spalding
My wrist flooded, New Orleans
And I’m shittin on ‘em, no toilet
And no referee, I called it

[Hook x2]

[Bridge x2]

MEEK MILL – Real

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
I said I used to get high, Just to get by
Couldn’t Deal with my reality, Was livin’ in a lie
Sometimes I asked God is we livin’ just to die
Conversations with my dad, And he livin’ in the sky
I think am I goin’ crazy? Or is this shit forreal
The spirit of a nigga who will or is appealed
Fightin’ to see the light and I’m fightin’ to keep it real
Like a nigga with no lawyer I’m ready to take a deal
Got me feelin’ like Khaled, Cause all I do is win
I don’t practice no religion, Cause all I do is sin
I don’t even write it down, I’m just spittin’ out what’s in
I don’t celebrate for victory man all I do is grin
Uh, Shit I ain’t braggin’ I don’t boast
But when it come to bread fuck a slice I need a loaf
And a little bit of toast just to keep the haters off me
Man I do this for my city, All the niggas waitin on me

[Hook: Meek Mill]
Look into my eyes, Tell me what you see
Youngin’ full of pride, Tendencies of a G
I never gave a fuck what ya’ heard about me
Never told, Never sold my soul nigga this is me

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
I’m a family man, Don’t you ever cross that line where my family stand
I send them boys to come and get you in that family van
Cold shooters that love them hammers like Yosemite Sam
I’m from a hood where these niggas scared to dream at
Fuck the money they wanna’ kno where the lean at
They make ya’ lean back, I’m talkin fade-away
Mike Jordan, Gettin’ it ain’t important
How can I forfeit, Niggas makin’ a fortune
Livin’ in fortresses, Gettin’ it on some corporate shit
Go hard or go home and this the orphanage
Same niggas that I grew up I be often with
Small circle ’cause niggas a murk you
Most of the time it’s niggas that know, But my niggas is purple
Hearted, I seen the snakes before they even started
Caught em, And the was dearly departed

[Hook]

MEEK MILL – Ready Or Not

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Ready or not, here I come
You can’t hide, nigga I’m too damn fly
Sippin’ all of this purple, it got me too damn high
They say there down for the team but playin’ two damn sides
I’m like Niggas ain’t loyal, niggas ain’t loyal
And these voices in my head saying niggas ain’t for you
And when you gettin’ money these niggas will aim for you
And when its looking sunny these niggas will rain on you
It’s a dark cloud over me, money too controling me
I’m barely getting time to see my son and then she heard of me
Baby momma trippin out, I tell her to work with me
I’m on probabtion still strapped cause niggas want to murder me
And lately I’ve been getting faded
Cut a couple homies off cause them niggas hating
And all these bitches wanna fuck me cause a nigga made it
I’m getting paper heart cold as the refrigerator

[Hook: Meek Mill]
Young nigga getting money
Young nigga getting money
Young nigga go and get it yeah
And ain’t a damn thing change but the bezel on my Rollie
And the diamonds in my chain, yeah

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Young rich nigga quarter, millie worth of jewels
Bad bitch with me trying blow me like a fuse
Just to get a bag or maybe a pair of shoes
Ain’t it crazy what your lady would do for a pair of Loubs
Big dreams turn to big thangs
I’ve been waiting on this day since I was 16
Big chains, Aston Martin as I switch lanes
Before I ever made a hit, I had a wrist game
In the kitchen with them thangs, trying make a killing
We in the building, every other month I make a million
Any nigga talking reckless cause they think I’m chilling
Till I put some money on thier head, yeah, make them feel it
Have they own homies do him like they never knew him
I’ll have Armelle walk up on him when we run into him
Close range shorty have him put something through him
So I hope your ready cause we heavy and we’re coming for you

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
The meek shall inherit the earth
So I’ma own this bitch until I’m buried in dirt
I only roll with niggas that’ll carry me to my hearse
Blesses for my grandma, she carried me to that church
And I don’t know why, I just feel like I’m the one
They label me a victim but now look what I become
Or should I say became, I don’t do it for the fame
I’m for what they never make it but I went against the grain
Charges riding against my name, assasination to my character
Life’s a bitch, she cheated on me but I married her
Niggas getting murdered, this shit is getting scarier
Dodging all the pot holes, jumping all the barriers
And if she a bitch, I feel like I just got in that pussy
Shorty wanna be a star, that’s why she popping that pussy
She trying to win so she hang amongst winners
That’s why I take the time just to pray at mom’s dinner
Cause I remember, cold nights not the winter
Not the weather I’m talkin’ about
Cause for that money, sins they get committed
And friends they get to splittin’, divided just like division
So e’rrday that I wake up, my undivided attention
It goes to getting my cake up and staying out of them prisons
The system made me stronger
And being broke just gave me my hunger
I’m gone!

[Outro]
Nigga like me I walk around, fear no man
I don’t owe you niggas shit!
E’rry nigga you see around me
That’s the niggas that’s with me, unless they in jail or dead or something
Nigga livin’ life like fuck all you niggas
Ya feel me?!

MEEK MILL feat. Fabolous, French Montana – Racked Up Shawty

It’s MMG
All my niggas strapped up and racked up
It’s a lifestyle nigga
Racked up Shawty, Racked up Shawty
All these bitches call me Racked up Shawty
Racked up Shawty, Racked up Shawty
All these bitches call me Racked up Shawty
Racks all of my wrists, racks all of my neck
I spend racks all of my bitch
Look at these racks all on my check
Nigga I’m racked up and I racked out
Fuck the bitches she tapped out
Fuck the bitches and I pass out
My pockets on j Stackhouse
Cause I ball hard I’m swagged out
All black maybach’s out
You’ll niggas just been shit
And I little shit that I write box
These racks came from my crack house
Dirty money like Diddy
Hammers niggas ain’t never seen
Got dirty of in that fifty
Now tell them hoes that I’m busy
Tell them hoes that I’m balling
Why the fuck I answered once
Now why this hoe keep calling
You’ll niggas be fowling
Acting like you all got it
That shit you call your stash nigga
That’s racks out of my pocket

Racked up Shawty, Racked up Shawty
All these bitches call me Racked up Shawty
Racked up Shawty, Racked up Shawty
All these bitches call me Racked up Shawty

My shoes cost me a rack
My outfit off the rack
My presidential Rowley
I’m calling that Barack
Damn I meant Barack, too much Ciroc
Won’t catch me and that passenger
That’s word to Pac
That’s word to Big
Rest in peace to the legends
We kill niggas for the acting
Rest in peace all them legends
Catch me in that Aston
I’m what’s up fuck asking
They talk behind my bitch back
They must have seen her ass too
From H town like the astro, score card her ass ten
Pop pills no aspirin like a ski slope in Aspen
It’s going down, it’s going down
Now I brought my ski racks
Niggas know my flow close
So I don’t ride I ski tracks

Racked up Shawty, Racked up Shawty
All these bitches call me Racked up Shawty
Racked up Shawty, Racked up Shawty
All these bitches call me Racked up Shawty

Black Ferrari, blacked out
Black Friday, Black Map
Popping spade blackjack
Bitch I’m hotter than fish grease
Made 250 this week
Baddest bitch all in balling bitch ball center
Ass fat, can’t sit straight
Bought her like green blake
Chain blue and white penn state
Touring off of mixtapes
Racked up Shawty, Chain by forty
Came here with one bitch, left here with forty
Shout my hommie Meek Mill
Shout my hommie Fabo
Bellow the crib Cup Mill
I ain’t trying to brag hoe
That coke boy that Mayback
That bad boy that stage strap
That ghosts fuck that Mayback
Baddest whores say that

Racked up Shawty, Racked up Shawty
All these bitches call me Racked up Shawty
Racked up Shawty, Racked up Shawty
All these bitches call me Racked up Shawty

MEEK MILL – Polo & Shell Tops

Yea, yea
I remember …

[Verse 1:]
I remember nights I used to sell rock, posted on the corner like a mailbox
First class ticket to a cell block, just to get some Polo & some shell tops
Cold world and they say hell’s hot
But it ain’t hotter than that choppa when them shells drop
Man I seen niggas play that block and get they bell rocked
Cops cleared the scene and I was back by twelve o’clock
Tryna’ get it, Dickie on and my fitted
Gun in my draws, ducking the law, I’m all with it
Money, cars and clothes, I wanted em’ all nigga
I never was good at hoopin, I wanted to ball nigga
Cause the OG’s sold keys and I had no cheese
Copper’s lock me, beat me down like I was cochise
Old fiends coppin’ work through they’re old dreams
They got shattered, it ain’t matter cause we thirst cream
Niggas serving niggas moms just to make a flip
Homies murder other homies just to make a brick
Most my niggas done got busted tryna’ take a hit
The feds were lurking, we was serving, they was taking flicks

[Hook:]
This how it goes down in the jungle
Where niggas learn to shoot before they could rumble
Cops rushing, they gon’ kick in the front door
And if they chase you better hope you don’t stumble
I wanted Polo with some shell tops
I just wanted Polo and some shell tops
And I was out there tryna’ sell rocks
Cause I wanted Polo and some shell tops

[Verse 2:]
I done seen close neighbors lose hope
Fall victim to the streets and start to use dope
I use to load my gun before I went to school first
It’s crazy niggas wanna kill me, We was cool first
And when it comes to friends you can’t let ‘em to close
That’s why they call ‘em close friends, you turn your back they move first
And I just bought a new ghost, and a crib out on that new coast
And it all started from a dolla
Running from the law, scuffing up my Prada’s
Crack all in my draws, tryna’ make a profit
All I wanted was some shells and some Polo for my closet, Awhhh
Drug money, turn to blood money
I only roll with niggas that’ll take a slug for me
No matter what it is, I’mma pay that bail money
To get my niggas right, My niggas for life!

[Hook]

MEEK MILL – Outro

I just call my homie and he say he got a lick
He said he know a pussy nigga with a hundred bricks
So we gon’ ride up on em, slide up on em with them sticks
Feelin’ to pop up at his crib like a fuckin’ magic trick
Hocus-Pocus
To the safe like you ace nigga open focus
But this cab of niggas ridin’ like a locomotive
Where the cash at? Show me where your stash at
Before I let the 40 in ya eye and leave that ass flat
Pussy ass niggas man it’s tax season
Make a move and this muthafuckin mac squeezin’
Act decent, bet them hollows leave your back leakin’
Nigga searchin’ for the coke like we crack feindin’
I got a hundred killas on my team
Young niggas gettin’ greasier than Vaseline
Had a dream, momma chasin’ with them mac machines
Put a nigga on the cover of a magazine
Home invasion, news paper got a man down
Hold his nigga legs, I’m a tie his hands down
Let em chase it, just to know we ain’t playin’ round
He ain’t gotta get up on your knees, nigga head down
Bocka. You fuckin’ with a shotta
I’m bangin’ 2Pac, “My Ambitionz As A Ridah”
I got the oo-wop. tryna’ get it for my momma
And we gon flush everything at them boys get behind us
Cause we ain’t comin’ home
I’m in another zone
Ridin’ with my dogs we just want another bone
I got another lick, so I got another chrome
I ain’t gettin’ to the money nigga then there’s something wrong

MEEK MILL – On My Way

And I’ll be on my way
And I’ll be on my way
And I’ll be on my way
And I’ll be on my wa-ay

And I’ll be on my way
And I’ll be on my way
And I’ll be on my way
And I’ll be on my wa-ay

Look, I’m a give you a tip
Never let nobody tell you what you can be
They told me I couldn’t
But I bet they told Obama he couldn’t be the president either

On my way
On my way
Road to the riches 100 miles an hour
Tryna make it to the top from the bottom
On my way
On my way
On my way
I see them fans, everywhere I go I spot ‘em
Nigga, leave with me so you know I got ‘em
On my way

I look in the mirror
What do I see?
Like the letter after A, I’m all I could be
Bein’ a winner, that’s all I could see
Give me the ball, bet I score, on all of they D.
Winnin’ the bet, I was rain and fallin’ asleep
I had to slit it 50/50, not all in the streets
Whether reppin’ and treppin’
Whether treppin’ and reppin’
I was makin’ it happin with dreams of makin’ it rappin
I was makin’ some magic like some magician and rabbit
My position was havic but I insisted I had it
I insisted I’d get it for me, my mom and my sister
Hustlin’ grindin’ and winnin’
And it’s just the beginnin’

On my way
On my way
On my way
Road to the riches 100 miles an hour
Tryna make it to the top from the bottom
On my way
On my way
On my way
I see them fans, everywhere I go I spot ‘em
Nigga, leave with me so you know I got ‘em
On my way

I had a basketball dream they deflated
I wasn’t good as Michael Jordan so they faded
God do me my hand and I displayed it
Gave me a king of diamonds, I flip me a ace of spades
And that’s blackjack and bed scraps
Soon to be the great as I sat back attack that
Did it for the haters
Man, I did it like the Lakers
Kobe and Phil Jackson
I’m independent as ever, them labels is still askin’
I didn’t believe they believed in me
Cause where I’m from they all believed with me
So this the song I say
Yea, I be on my way
Yea, I be

On my way
On my way
Road to the riches 100 miles per hour
Tryna make it to the top from the bottom
On my way
On my way
On my way
I see them fans, everywhere I go I spot ‘em
Nigga, leave with me so you know I got ‘em
On my way

On my way
On my way
On my way
On my way
On my way
On my way
On my way

MEEK MILL – Love Done Live Here

[Chorus:]
you abandoned me, love don’t live here anymore.
Just a vacancy, love don’t live here anymore.
you abandoned me, love don’t live here anymore. [x2]

heart colder then chicago, middle of december cause my life is like a slideshow.
fast as its coming as fast as its going,my friends & the women like my money just blowin’
in the wind damn thought they was rollin till the end.
my mama told me them niggas wasn’t rollin up again.
so its blood over water, family over a friend.
too much water will drown ya, that blood flows thru your skin.
that blood flows from your heart told me go for the start
and if you turn off my lights i bet i glow in the dark.
i bet you i shine bright, bright as a prom night.
them youngin’s they tryna murder them niggas ain’t tryna fight.
cause mama was never there father they never met, so love don’t live there.
they shooting or better yet, they scheming instead of dreamin, murkin instead of workin
they locking them in them prisons but really those youngings hurting now.

[Chorus:]
Just a vacancy, love don’t live here anymore.
you abandoned me, love don’t live here anymore.

“you wanna take care of that buisness? you wanna smoke oh really?
since your punk as daddy you ain’t got the heart to put in the work

“spent 10 years of prison for puttin in work”

shawty 16 fuckin everything moving, got raped by her stepdad he told her just do it.
no job tellin the pussy to get to it
drinking and smoking anything to get thru it
and love don’t live there, struggling she been there.
she ain’t got no heart shawty like the tin-man.
sell her anything she wont feel it like its thin air.
she done heard everything you could drop a pin there, and shed prolly hear it.
lookin in the mirror, staring at her reflection and it scares her.
everytime that she crys feeels like nobody hear it.
devil ALL in the air hes wispering hes there, she hear him.
everybody frontin on her like shes rosa parks, tryna push her in the back where it was dark.
shes like a goldfish they got her swimmin with the sharks.
a year later found her murdered lying in the park.

[Chorus:]
Just a vacancy, love don’t live here anymore.
you abandoned me, love don’t live here anymore.

“philadelphia police are still trying to piece together the death of teenage girl found partially clothed in fairmount park
today action news reporter karina nova said following developments he joins us at police headquarters tonight with the very latest”

[Chorus:]
you abandoned me, love don’t live here anymore.
Just a vacancy, love don’t live here anymore.

MEEK MILL – Lean Wit It

[Verse 1]
Uh, In the kitchen goin ham again
Fuckin’ with dem birds like Cam and them
I’ll tell you what’s the word when the tan is in
We dem niggas on the curb with dem hammers and
Whole brick throw it on a triple beam
It get hectic we gon’ stretch it like a limousine
Ain’t no question if I touch it then it’s Mr.Clean
I be reppin in yo’ section me my nigga Keem
Ghost boys, in a ghost nigga
I burn bread I ain’t talkin toast nigga
Whole team of killers, I’m the coach nigga
Presidential on my wrist, now take ya votes nigga
Rookie of the year, cookies in the rear
I got some bad bitches that’ll get it there
If you don’t wanna get it we gon send ‘em there
If it’s heavy then Omelly comin in a Lear
Bricksquad, like Waka and dem
If its gucci like D.Howard get a block for dem
I don’t touch I just leave it up to Tock and dem
Meek Mill started wasn’t chopper we was poppin den

[Hook]
Lean wit it, rock wit it
Throw some bake up in the pot wit it
Microwave or we gon pop whip it
When it get right we drop that ice and make it lock wit it
I tell em lean wit it, rock wit it
Throw some bake up in the pot wit it
Microwave or we gon pop whip it
When it get right we drop that ice and make it lock wit it, Ughh!

[Verse 2]
I made a million off a mixtape
Nigga get ya shit straight
I’m sellin that raw shit, you sellin that weak weight
Cookin’ up a whole bird until I make my wrist ache
When I pulled up to the club you should’ve seen ya bitch face, Ughh!
Fitfy cash in my pocket
Nigga, I got the stash in my pocket
I’m blowin money fast in my pocket
Said its lookin like I got Nicki ass in my pocket
Talkin Ass Ass Ass Ass, all I get is cash cash
Club lit my last tag, could’ve bought a fast Jag
The way these bitches wavin’ at me, you would think a cab passed
Wondered why u hatin on me, nigga wit ‘cho mad ass
Rollie on me cost a whole brick
Killers with me ain’t go no pics
These groupie bitches ain’t got no sense
So we make a movie on them bitches no script

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Thirty-six treat it like a dirty bitch
Cuz I hit it and then send it to the other strip
Call me anything don’t call me by my government
Cuz when I’m out ‘chea in the jungle we be sellin bricks
Half these niggas in my hood be on some tellin shit
We be on some if you snitchin crack ya melon shit
If I ain’t rockin with the Smith its Parabellum shit
Papi bring ‘em on the boat they know we sellin shit
Lean wit it, rock wit it
Posted Mac. 11 in the lot wit it
Seven fifty gettin’ busy wit a box in it
So when they pull us over they don’t find dem Glocks in it

[Hook]

MEEK MILL – Intro

Yeah, it’s alot of bad bitches in the building, Amen
Came in the game killing niggas, J-Len
When it come to winning I’m on some shit I’m prolly 8 in
And I got that four door Aston Martin on the way in
Ya’ll niggas come out, all the hoes stay in
Every time I come out, movie in the making
Realest nigga in it all you gotta do is say it
If a nigga rap dissing, when I see him Imma spray em like
Bang, nigga ain’t no game, Philly niggas ain’t the same
Step in your lane, before that choppa hit your brain
Stay out the frame, cause when I land that Bada-Boom
That’s bada-bang, pussy nigga
Ahhh, right back like I never left
Rollie on my wrist cost a Camaro yeah the double S
Ever since I made a milli I ain’t been in trouble yet
Still walk in the building and go bonkers with a hundred racks
Hundred Stacks, Hell Yeah, Hell Yeah Fucking Right
Boy I got your favorite singer really tryna fuck tonight
Ya’ll niggas was sleeping on me, I was really up at night
Tryna chase my dream, now I’m balling up on my team
And I lean off in this phantom, Imma boss my anthem
The MMG my click, that’s why your bitch all on my dick
I got 30 racks in my pocket, I keep 30 shots in my click
I get 30 racks for my verses, ya’ll ain’t getting paper like this (NO!)
I’m getting money, must be Illuminati
They think I signed up, cause I just bought a new Ferrari
And when I make a 100 I’mma buy a new Bugatti
I be with some Philly niggas they just tryna shoot somebody
Tell em, I swear I try to tell em’
Right here in this Pen-house, I started from the cellar
And if she want that hammer all up in her I’mma nail her
Word to my nigga Ricky, we gon kill the game this Summer (AH)

MEEK MILL – I’m Rollin’

Yo whattup it’s your boy Meek Milly right here
kickin it with the L.A. Leakers
Deez motherfuckers leakin everything man
Where y’all gettin all this exclusive from man?
I need to know
It’s your boy Meek Millie, let’s get it
{JUSTIN CREDIBLE!} {“Mustard on the beat”}

Okay I walk up in this bitch, fresher than a muh’fucker
Pocket full of money and my sneakers got blood on ‘em
And bitches I ain’t got no love for them
Just a bunch of swagger and a little bit of drugs for them
Hey hater you can pull the plug on ‘em
Cause my neck be lightin up just like a bulb on ‘em
Bling bling, pockets on ching ching
You wifin everything you come across, ring king
Damn nigga, you going HAM nigga
I fuck your bitch and kick her out just like she Pam nigga
Oh that’s your main hoe? Well what you sayin nigga?
She said she love this dick, you wasn’t in the plan nigga
Pockets on bank roll, chain froze
Nigga we don’t even fuck the same hoes
Watching for the coppers in the plain clothes
cause I’m ridin with a chopper in a Range Rove’

[Chorus]
I’m rollin, I’m rollin, I’m rollin, I’m rollin
With my nigga Takbar, I’m rollin
Bitch I’m rollin, I’m rollin, I’m rollin, I’m rollin
With this motherfuckin ‘Rari like it’s stolen
and still I’m gon’ walk up in this bitch fresher than a muh’fucker
Walk up in this bitch fresher than a motherfucker
Pocket full of money and my sneakers got blood on them
And bitches I ain’t got no love for them

White girls, goin wild
I murder that pussy now I’m on a trial
So wet, I need four towels
She suckin dick like she got four mouths
Old hoe, got whore miles
And y’all niggaz hatin got four fouls
Probably foul out, I probably wild out
And pull the seat out on you niggaz you a dime out
Racks, pause on the pork
I be going HAM, nigga I don’t need a fork
Ball so hard, nigga I don’t need a court
Purple label everything, nigga I don’t need a horse
I’m swagged out, maxed out
Bad bitch with me and her ass out
Rack up, rack out
And every time I’m in the building I’ma cash, out

[Chorus]

I got a bitch in the Bay, I got a bitch in the A
I got a bitch down in Philly that do whatever I say
I got a bitch in New York, I got a bitch MIA
I got a bitch down in Houston she wanna fuck e’ryday
And I be rollin, and she be rollin
She be fuckin with the mollies really rollin
And I ain’t fuckin with them pills but I be rollin
It’s ya nigga Meek Mill in this bitch and I’m rollin

MEEK MILL feat. Travis Scott – I Get It

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Stepping of of that lear, diamonds on me so clear
Dime hoes that I share, y’all couldn’t go near
I say, pussy nigga I dare, you try and reached and get aired
You fuck around and get checked, doctor pump your chest like clear
Yea my niggas ball all year, y’all niggas so square (lame)
And all my niggas so live, why the fuck would I care
When that Lambo flow by, y’all suckas gon’ stare
And all them haters gon’ hate, fuck them, cause all them hoes gon’ cheer
Yea my might life and my bite life got a bad bitch and she tight and nice
Cause I’m countin green in my money machine, that bitch sound like I typewrite
Hustle hard in that daytime but I ball off in that night life
My chain lit with them black stones, but they shine hard as yo white ice
Cause yo shit fake and yo shit late, no birthday but I get cake
Lame nigga yo album ain’t fucking with my mixtape
Nigga smoking that Cali kush, that shit strong no lift weights
I tell niggas don’t watch me while time tick on that big face

[Hook x2: Meek Mill]
Young nigga I get it, young nigga I get it
Neck full of that gold, gold Rollie go with it
Gold H on my belt, phone full of gold diggers
Sipping gold bottles of Spade, tell them hoes go figure

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
Wake me up and I’m snoring, choking over whole gang of chains
She slept over the morning, a nigga ain’t good with this naming game
Ain’t need you fucking me over, pyramids on my pinky ring
And we dipping out, she pulling in, I guess she get the hang of things
So what up (what up), I told her shut the fuck up
When I run my mouth diamonds falling out, I guess that bitch done nut up
Crazy thing about it, her best friend is riding shotty
I knocked her down in her ‘Rari, then drove off on Ducatti
Holy mother Mary, guess who hitting my Berry
A pair of double D’s, I guess she out in Paris
Damn Tony them cantaloupes, fuck about getting Mary
She said her ex was Larry, but fuck that nigga Larry
Damn this shit is scary, I thought I seen the fairy
Fucking with that white milk, just might call it dairy
Ride around just me and Meek, a couple dimes and that’s 20
Sit behind while we pull around, we might blind with canaries

[Hook x2]

MEEK MILL feat. Fabolous, Wale, Mac Miller – House Party Remix

Ay Meek Milly, is my niggas there? (Yea)
Is there some bitches there? (Yea)
Is that Ciroc there? (Yea)
Well let’s go

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
I tell her meet me in the bathroom, hold up, better yet my bedroom
I call that my V.I.P., fuck a bad bitch get some head-room
If I score and her girlfriend, I’m calling that And-1
If I murder that from the back, I’m calling it redrum
All these bad hoes in my sight
I see bad hoes on my left, I see bad hoes on my right
And they like Shots!, Shots!, Shots!, Shots! Loso bringing by Ciroc
Mac gonna bring some OG and we gonna party, La-Di-Da
Wale said he on his way with Black Cobain and BOA
MMG we in this bitch, we balling hard, no we don’t play
We stacking chips like Frito Lay, flexing on these mother fuckers
I walk in the building and I’m fresher than a motherfucker
Shawty Bad, Yeah she a star
I tell her bring it back like a DVR
Ain’t nobody leaving, cause we too far
I tell her my dick can’t breathe and she gon’ give me CPR

[Bridge:]
Ciroc all on my table, bitches in the living room
They gon ask you at the door, “what you tryna get into”
Only me and my niggas, tell her bring a friend or two
Bottles poppin models watching all in my living room
Welcome to my house party party

[Verse 2: Fabolous]
I say one big room full of real niggas
Bunch of bad bitches, and some chill niggas
Crib out in Bel-Air, No uncle Phil niggas
So I take em’ in the basement and yea I feel Tigga
I don’t hear niggas corny raps, yeah I feel Jigga
You little niggas do whatever make you feel bigger
Every time I’m around ya’ll, something’s a little fishy
I smell, I smell, I smell pussy!
What’s your name, where you from? Almost done with interview
I’m into having intercourse, is that something that interests you?
Yes, no, maybe so, baby bro fix me up
Real house party shit now hold up your Dixie cup
With your other hand, do me a fucking favor
Put your middle finger up and say “Fuck the neighbors! ”
And Fuck the haters they never invited
They can’t get on my level, my level is private
Who fly more than me?, my level is pilot
My pockets stay fat, I’m never on diet
Don’t be stuntin out of town when you get on
I do you like Kid and whoop your ass when you get home

[Hook:]
Welcome to my house party party
Welcome to my house party party
Welcome to my house party party
Welcome to my house party party

[Verse 3: Wale]
Hol’ up, this gon’ be one vicious flow, show me what it’s hittin’ for
Promise if I kill her pussy, I’ll send you home in a Ghost
And we on, joe, Burberry my winter coat
Germantown my older bitch, she call me her youngin charm
Kick game in [?], I’m fucking with plenty but
Got a new [?], she got her a [?]
MMG and we out, couple blunts deep as fuck
Haters love to talk you down when bitches always pick you up
Maybach! Bitch, we the winning team
How can I illustrate, you drawing if you ain’t with me
Balling like I’m in that league, flossing out, you bitch gon’ leave
Party at the L-I-V, y’all gon’ be like this shit O.D.!
Mansion party, yea they on the couches
Most of ‘em got no conscience, I promise I keep a condom
E’ry Friday new polish, shawty fly but she modest
Double M G money speakin’, bet you tired of talkin’

[Verse 4: Mac Miller]
You only getting one shot, I hope your picture takes
Bitch I’m spitting on this remix like I’m Kid and play
You know I’m getting laid like I’m Vincent Chase
I’m thinking ‘Ye should hit me just say that shit is cray
Off the backboard playa, I enjoy to bank
Plus my people smoking on that pack, noise complaint
I murder beats and get away, it’s First 48
But this the house of love homie, word to Courtney’s place
20 racks a night, that’s on merchandise
I’m rollin’ up this killer, sippin’ purple Sprite
Party hard then head to Europe on a early flight
Walking ‘cross the London Bridge, that’s that Fergie life
White boy, gone wild, every time I do a show it’s like the Pope in town
And I call my girl Titanic, cause she go down
Hope she don’t drown, bitch

[Hook]

[Bridge]

MEEK MILL – The Motto (Freestyle)

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Bottle after bottle, model after model
Spending all this paper like I fucking hit the lotto
All I know is YOLO, nigga, that’s the motto
Ricky told me, “Get em,” and I told him that I got ‘em
And I got ‘em every day, every day
Bad bitch and she gon fuck me every way, never stay
Once I hit it, then I’m dipping that-a-way, that-a-way
Young nigga from the bottom and I never had a way
I really went from whipping 62′s to whipping 62′s
Ain’t none of my niggas Crip, and we giving niggas the blues
We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes
You wondering why she ain’t fucking, we winning, nigga you lose
Yeah, I’m flexing
I pull up in a Ghost, hundred on my necklace
And all my diamonds clear, they VVS’ing
I turn into a toilet on these niggas, they BS-ing
Two fingers, did it on ‘em
Hold up, I really shitted on ‘em
I dropped Dreamchaser and I made a milli on ‘em
It don’t matter what city I’m in, I’m going Philly in ‘em
With my red P hat, nigga you know we back
I’m going to Houston, I heard that’s where they cheap at
I done put them Percs down, think I’m ’bout to relapse
Just to give her dope dick and ask her for some feedback
Like “Shorty, do you love this dick?
You know who you fucking with?”
Grab her by her weave, smack her ass like you fucking bitch
Don’t I talk nasty, she don’t know my government
But she gon’ get this dick and chew me up just like some Double Mint
Check me I be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof
Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute
I ain’t gotta lie, they know I’m the truth
And I ain’t gotta say I’m fly, this G5 with the crew
I’m in the air bitch, diamonds clear bitch
Took off my Rollie and got on some Audemeer shit
I hear these haters talking, but I don’t hear shit
‘Cause we get them bricks and stack them up just like a pyramid

Y’all niggas talk like bitches do
Same niggas in the district giving interviews
I got killers on my team that’ll get at you
For a brick or two, really put an end to you

[Verse 2: Wale]
Black 3 cement, sag jeans sittin -low
Effortless flow, a couple sum’n a show
Youngin is 21, we playing [?]
Probably fuck up your budget, yea, I’m playing with numbers
Put that shit on whatever, we running another summer
Liquor, lot of bottles, tab — you know I got it
Spend a night up at Diamonds, ain’t tricking if you got it
Designer shit, though I’m modest, astonishing to be honest
Obama shit on my arm, a presidential, you got it?
Get your revenue popping before you ever do talk on them
Niggas who work too hard to not show it off via flossing
Double M G harder than anything that you part of
This professional ball, the best you niggas
Yea I’m on that ball shit, boy you with that soft shit
‘Fore he hit the room, hear the “Vroom!” from the Porsche bitch
“On that Yamaha, pardon me, that’s Meek and them”
She say she is not a groupie, “I just wanna speak to them!”
You lying though, you tryna go
Apply smoke and watch the motherfucking pride go
These little bitches is little bitches, we never love ‘em
To all the sisters with ambition, I see your hustle
I’m trying to go though, y’all already know though
Stepping on ‘em, they slept on us,
Whoever want it, they better note that I’m so focused
A message to my opponent: they better off trying to clone us
Keep her in Chanel while your bitch is like an L
When she out, you looking in?, all she need is like an L
That’s why I never trust a ho, no never me
I just wanna get some head, maybe ass ‘fore I leave
Fuck a beef, keep it moving, she easily influenced
You niggas keep sleeping, you gon’ need to meet [?]
I can’t stand no motherfucking Hoover
I’ma keep the reefer, you can have the hookah
Versace, Medusa, I probably, abuse it
Around me, my crew, your bitch probably throw two up
Party with bitches that throw parties too much
We skip right to fucking, they call you that dulush
And what, deuce up