MEEK MILL feat. Rick Ross – Everyday

Meek ain’t countin’ money no more.
If it ain’t right, it ain’t right
Zip the bag up.
MMG
Drop it right there.
[Background female voice:]
Maybach music.

[Verse 1:]
I got these niggas hating on me
But I don’t give a fuck
Because they’re bitches waiting on me
I’m just countin’ all this money
And buyin’ all these hammers,
So when these niggas play I let my shooters go bananas.
Dollars flashin’ like a camera
My whip sounds like a monster
My bitch got on that shit, she got a million dollar-sponsor
These niggas gettin’ sick
Somebody call a doctor
Cause all this blood’s drippin’ twenty racks on Louis Vuitton
I got Dolce and Gabanna,
Gucci, Louis, Prada,
Fly saddle, white socks, boy, I got a lotta.
My dream cabanas
That’s where they’ll probably find us
Tell me now the jail like sayonara to you others.

[Hook:]
I spoil them bitches
I employ them niggas.
Wipe my ass with the riches
Like they’re some toilet tissue.
Fuck with the winner
Minx in a winner
Philadelphia millionaire
Meek be that nigga.
Your niggas hatin’
My niggas ballin’,
Poppin’ bands gettn’ money buying them Magnum bottles,
My bitch is patient
Your bitch is boring,
Fuck her, that Friday night we both woke up this Sunday morning.

[Verse 2:]
Young nigga, lot of cash
Bad bitch, lotta ass,
Lambourghini kinda fast
It got these haters kinda mad
Make me bring them sticks out
AKA, look, they’re comin’
Them niggas ‘re kinda nice
Which means that they kinda act.
I be on all kinds of shit
Boy, I get all kinds of cash,
Monday, I’m a wear my Jays,
Tuesday, my Prada bag,
Wednesday, I go Louie Vuitton,
And say: How you been? I say: Doin’ fine.
But that ball hard like two Lebrons
I hit the booth with no shooting time

I’m Superman
My bitch is superfly
I make a hater wanna kill himself, suicide
That nigga play at me
He knows it’s do-or-die
Cause I got a big Mac
And that bitch, be super-sized.
Rollin with a hundred goons
Boy I got a hundred jewls
Bout to fuck a hundred hoes
All them bitches coming soon.
Tell ‘em I am coming now
Tell ‘em I am coming, cool.
Buy my shit, it’s superhot
I named my album ‘Summer June’

[Hook:]
I spoil them bitches
I employ them niggas.
Wipe my ass with the riches
Like they’re some toilet tissue.
Fuck with the winner
Minx in a winner
Philadelphia millionaire
Meek be that nigga.
Your niggas hatin’
My niggas ballin’,
Poppin’ bands gettn’ money buying them Magnum bottles,
My bitch is patient
Your bitch is boring,
Fuck her, that Friday night we both woke up this Sunday morning.

[Verse 3:]
Bugatti and Rosay
Bout to meet Jose
He said ‘Did that work’,
And I was like ‘OK’
She said ‘Give me money’
I was like ‘No way’
She got mad and touched my phone
Said, ‘It ain’t no work if it ain’t no pay’.
I’m like ‘Be gone, bitch
Be gone, bitch.’
I’ll pop the guard
Turn on my On switch.
Them bitches ain’t on that
Nigga, cause they’re on this
You put more money in,
I put more money in.

[Hook:]
I spoil them bitches
I employ them niggas.
Wipe my ass with the riches
Like they’re some toilet tissue.
Fuck with the winner
Minx in a winner
Philadelphia millionaire
Meek be that nigga.
Your niggas hatin’
My niggas ballin’,
Poppin’ bands gettn’ money buying them Magnum bottles,
My bitch is patient
Your bitch is boring,
Fuck her, that Friday night we both woke up this Sunday morning.

[Background male voice:]
Can I ask a favor?
Please embrace the fact that Meek is just that boy now
Why fight it?
You’re doing yourself the service.

MEEK MILL feat. Nipsey Hussle & Sean Kingston – Don’t Do It

[Sean Kingston]
These hose are triflin’
That’s why we ain’t gon wife ‘em
These young niggas better smart up
And don’t get caught up
Said shawty got a husband
But she out here creepin’
These young niggas better smart up
And don’t get caught up

Don’t do it, noooo
Don’t do it, noooo
Don’t do it,
Just cause she fine with ass
But she just want a nigga with cash
She triflin’

[Meek Mill]
Shawty got a man, but she creepin’ though
I guess she want a young nigga eatin’ though
But I was never known to keep a hoe
Met her in mia, was with my nigga Tre a week ago
A friend told me he had two weeks before
She said she ain’t fuck in months, I’m like you sneaky hoe
But I knew some bitches like my sneakers though
Fucking all my homies she was tryna keep a secret though
Loving the crew, love the place for the team
She sucking my dick, guess we chasing her dream
I’m made her go ham, he made her a queen
I ain’t chasing these hoes, no nigga I’m chasing this cream

[Sean Kingston - Chorus]

[Nipsey Hussle]
She look good, but to me she just a bummy bitch
Tryna fall in love cause she know I’m bumpy rich
Hear my name ringing, she know I’m on my tip
She can’t walk out her house without hearing ‘em play my shit
2008 came in this game and I ain’t made a grip
I’m sucking, ducking, fucking with the ones I made it with
One thing they knew about Nip Hussle I don’t save a bitch
She be content with saying, she done fucked a famous crip
Basic bitches that we flippin’, you be laying with
Her pussy played out, we call that Avirex
OBGYN, she got you in labour with
Your maybe baby cause you weak and be chasing yo dick nigga

[Chorus]

MEEK MILL feat. Big Sean – Burn

[Meek Mill]
MMG nigga, chain all VS
I ain’t with the BS
Catch me in the city riding hard through the BX
Skinny nigga, but I do it large like a 3X
The last nigga that tried to do me wrong, uhm he checked
Right back to that money slinging Os in the Pjects
I’m prolly catching milage while the pilot steer the P-jet
Because we next and we flex like…

[Big Sean]
Like 90PX, working all night
No breaks or recess
Vroom, Vroom
Yeah, I know my car sound like a T-Rex
Bitch I’m 23 years old and I ain’t riding in a Prius
My cousin finished school
Can’t believe he graduated
I threw him 20 thousand dollars
Told his ass congratulations
Cause me, I wasn’t made for that shit
But I could prolly hire him and who all paid for his shit
And to all the hoes that was dissing, I pray to god that you see me
I’m on the yacht getting hella high, smoking good, that seaweed
Bad bitch and her chacha, grabbing on her chee ches
Million dollars bills on my email
You mad ass hell you ain’t CC’d
Chain all VS
Bitch you know its BS
Boy I run my city

[Meek Mill]
End of story, Nigga PS
All white maybach
Green Bay they pack
Y’all niggas was slackin
Yeah, But I’m all nice new track
And they say life’s a game of chess
You can play checkers all on my jacket
Because it Donny Ya and rhymes away on all you pig rappers
I say yeah nigga I murder that
Pen em ear and serve em back
Niggas say they want beef
Well well the fucks my burgers at
I got white, was serving that
I been to jail, Ain’t going back
I alley-ooped your bitch off that backboard
She throw it back
I slammed dunk in that pussy
Blake Griffin’d your hoe nigga
Maybach with Ricky Ross my chain rock like I know Jigga
That’s cause I do hoe
Shout out to my new hoe
That pussy pink like Nuvo
And I dogged that, Khujo

[Big Sean]
Niggas want talk
What they gone say
I hit the pedal til that muthafucka break
Freaky bitches love the money I make
And to live like this
You muthafuckas gotta pay
So let that shit burn
Let that shit burn
Let that shit burn
Let that shit burn
Gasoline,
The roof on fire, I’m only gettin’ higher
50 racks all in my pocket, all the bottles
I’ma let that shit burn

[Big Sean]
Bitch, I had one shot and ain’t blow it
Ridin’ til the wheels fell off and they tore it
I got green on top of green
Damn it’s lookin’ like I grew it
D-Town, The hood behind me like a King Cobra

[Meek Mill]
Burn, Bitch
I let it burn bitch
My money straighta than a motherfuckin’ perm bitch
No navigation, you can see that is my turn shit
Shorty give me all that brain and still ain’t never learn shit

[Big Sean]
Oh that’s your girl,
Damn nigga you ain’t learn shit
She naked in my studio
I’m on that Howard Stern Shit
Yep, I swear that Mack 10 is barbell
Finally famous, the cartel
Hit your girl in my whip and now that pussy got that new car smell
Same shit, different day
I ain’t broke no more, it’s a different day
Don’t turn me down, I got shit to say
My purp strong like it’s lifting weights
It Sean Don, sippin’ Chandon I got a bad bitch with them pom poms
My rolly don’t tick tock, you shit sound like a time bomb
BOOOM…
Little Bitch…

[Big Sean]
Niggas want talk
What they gone say
I hit the pedal til that muthafucka break
Freaky bitches love the money I make
And to live like this
You muthafuckas gotta pay
So let that shit burn

[Meek Mill]
Let that shit burn
Let that shit burn
Let that shit burn
Gasoline,
The roof on fire, I’m only gettin’ higher
50 racks all in my pocket, all the bottles
I’ma let that shit burn

[Meek Mill]
Niggas want talk
What they gone say
I hit the pedal til that muthafucka break
Freaky bitches love the money i make
And to live like this
You muthafuckas gotta pay
So let that shit burn
Let that shit burn
Let that shit burn
Let that shit burn
Gasoline,
The roof on fire, I’m only gettin’ higher
50 racks all in my pocket, all the bottles
I’ma let that shit burn…burn

MEEK MILL – Big Dreams

If you ain’t got a dream, you ain’t got nuttin’
A lot of niggas changed on me when I got money
Said it come with the game and this what I wanted
So I’m a hustle like the first time, I got friendly for the love of the dream
In love with the team
Together, a circle, they couldn’t come in-between
Went from lint in my pockets, to using money machines
I got my city back poppin’ and they don’t want me to leave
No, they don’t want me to leave
But I gotta go and get it though
Time is money, and I’m on mission though
Poppy gotta eat, niggas shootin’ ’round my momma wait
Cops run in my sister crib, I swear I gotta find a way
Try to take the million dollars and I’m like a dime away
Never asked a nigga for a hand, I always grind away
Watch my little rats, smoke my little weed
Sold a little crack just to fill my little needs
I was 16, gettin’ on my little knees
Askin’ da lord please, help me get a little cheese
It was hot out, same time it was yard out
In a jungle where niggas will rip your heart out
Cold summers where niggas a bright starve out
Wanna be a kingpin from watch a nigga ball out
Couldn’t blame us, devil was tryna chain us
We just tried to fix the roof leak when it was rainin’
We just tried to keep the house warm when winter came in
But they rub the detainers, lockers and cells of strangers, the razors
The animal go in cages, that’s what the slave masters told the workers when they slaved us

Small city, big dreams
I’ve been waiting on this day since I was 16
Since I was 16
I’ve been waiting on this day since I was 16

Small city, big dreams
I’ve been waiting on this day since I was 16
Since I was 16
I’ve been waiting on this day since I was 16

Rock man told us sun don’t shine
You know if his daddy hustled then his son gone grind
His father was locked up, now the son doin’ time
Well certain niggas get to starvin’ knowin’ gang gon shine
Two felonies on his record, he got one more time
Get that, push that, he don’t want no job, lost hope
Some niggas don’t even want no God
They just want a little money just to come through fly
Cause nobody ever listens to the broke nigga
Cause when you broke, be considered as a joke nigga
If you a joke, you consider as a hoe nigga
And no nigga wanna live like livin’ poe nigga
Small city, big dreams
I’ve been waiting on this day since I was 16
Sellin white girl, I’m talkin’ Christine
Young boy with dreams touching that big screen

Small city, big dreams
I’ve been waiting on this day since I was 16
Since I was 16
I’ve been waiting on this day since I was 16

Small city, big dreams
I’ve been waiting on this day since I was 16
Since I was 16
I’ve been waiting on this day since I was 16

MEEK MILL feat. Drake & Jeremih – Amen

[Meek Mill]
I just wanna thank God
For all the pretty women he let into my life
All the Benjamins he let me count
Wealth and health, for my family
And lettin’ me BALL on these niggas

[Hook: Meek Mill]
Now it’s a lot of bad bitches in the building (Ooh, Amen)
A couple real niggas in the building (Amen)
I’m finna kill niggas in the building (Amen)
I tell the waiter fifty bottles and she tell me say when
And I say church (Preach)
We make it light up like a church (Preach)
She wanna fuck and I say church (Preach)
Do Liv on Sunday like a church (Ahh, Preach)

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Bottle after bottle, drink until I overdose
Pull up in the Phantom watch them bitches catch the holy ghost
Everytime I step up in the dealer I be goin’ broke
Shorty wanna fuck me I say get on top and rollercoast
And I lay back, she go cray
Fuck me good, but she no stay
Murder on that pussy let her boyfriend get that DOA
Get it? And all I get is Frito Lay
Plus I’m on probation, when they test me I just pee Rozay
Cause last night, I went hard, Peach Ciroc, Patron and all
Thirty racks on Magnum bottles, I think I was born to ball
Lookin’ like a million plus, fresh I’m out that corner store
Hater I be doin’ me, you guys should be doin’ y’all
I’m stackin’ money to the ceiling
All this ice that’s in my Rollie I be chillin’
And I just made a couple million
So I could take care of them children

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Drake]
Just bought my niggas some cane, so much it came with a plane
Bought my niggas some dope, so much it came with a boat
I just bought me a crib so big it came with a moat
For niggas jumpin’ the fence I hope you niggas can float
And I just hope that I’m forgiven for carin’ ’bout how they livin’
And loanin’ a little money and keepin’ ‘em out of prison
I ain’t lyin’ in my verses I’m just telling you the basics
Of growin’ up with your friends and becoming the one that made it, Yes lord!
All gold, man I got these bitches soul
Talkin’ bout these other rappers getting old is even getting old
Worry ’bout your followers, you need to get your dollars up
Me and Meek, young niggas poppin’ like our collars up
And good ain’t good enough, and your hood ain’t hood enough
Spend my whole life putting on, you spend your whole life putting up
Ain’t no telling when I go, so there ain’t shit that I’mma wait for
I’m the type to say a prayer, then go get what I just prayed for
Nigga, church

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
Lord forgive me for my sins, I’m just tryna win
And she a devil in that dress but if she knock I let her in
And if she knock I let her in
I had her up by 12 o clock, then 3 o clock she wet again
I’m screamin’ “Oh Lord”
That pussy good, that pussy good
I’m tryin to hold on
I wish I could, you think I should?
She got that million dollar body
Shawty my Bugatti
And she said she got a man
we keep it secret illuminati
(Got Patron On deck)
And Ciroc all in my bottle
(Push it all on here)
She was on that Repressitol
(She take it all off)
And I take her off
And this bitch spinnin’ like I hit the lotto

[Chorus]

MEEK MILL feat. Kendrick Lamar – A1 Everything

See I’m an A1 type of guy
I cruck A1 hoes (trill)
Rock A1 clothes (trill)
Drive A1 whips (trill)
And still pour A1 sauce on my shit
I come from the bottom

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Crushing all these hoes, rocking all this ice
Selling all these O’s, nigga, I done did that twice
So I’m just riding round in my Rolls, about to get on my bike
Just to touchdown in my hood and I put that on my life
I’m like yeah nigga, I’m there nigga, I ball hard all year, nigga
My diamonds all clear, smack my chain, you dead nigga
I don’t know what you heard, and I don’t know what you thought
But all my dogs they murk and all my dogs go hard (fuck that)
My new young chick look exactly like Rihanna
Ass like Nicki, but she yellow like Madonna
I take her to the mall, buy her all types of designers
YSL, fly Chanel, all that Dolce & Gabbana
I jump right back like 36, lean hard when I turn the whip
If I ain’t have my rap deal, then I still be serving bricks
So I kill a pussy, I murder shit, homicide on shorty
My gold rol cost 60 racks, my rose gold cost 40

[Hook]
I get A1 money, I’m an A1 nigga
Got a A1 swagger, I’m getting A1 bitches
I just bought me a Rollie, you can skate on nigga
If they don’t love it, they hate it, well get your hate on nigga
Cuz I got A1 everything, A1 everything
A1 everything, I get A1 everything
I got A1 credit, A1 hoes
I drive A1 whips, and I rock A1 clothes

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Pray to God I washed my hand, but I be damned
2012 100 racks to Uncle Sam
A 24 year old millionaire
Don’t read the contract ‘less a mill in there
A1 credit, park my car bowlegged
I got a bus full of bitches, I call it Jerome Bettis
I grab my dick in the picture, your hoe be cropping the image
I let you scrape off the dishes, we eating nigga, I’ll finish it
Then come right back, hope you insomniac
Sleep on me if you wanna take a dirt nap
Bitch I’m talking ca-ca-ca-ca-ca then more ca-ca-ca-ca
Hit your roof until I pop your top up
Then more ca-ca-ca-ca, til I know I gotcha
Ballin’ like I’m baldin’, then I see Jordan in the mirror
Nigga that’s flawless VVS, CC text me what you wearing
Puttin’ my all inside your bitch, I grip her hips thats power steering
About to hydroplane when I board that plane and land inside the building

[Hook]

MEEK MILL feat. Sam Sneak And 2 Chainz – Freak Show

All a nigga want is some of that lip service
All a nigga want is some of that lip service

Yea, suck a nigga dick ho
Yea, suck a nigga dick ho
Yea, I got a stack for the freak show
What?
I got a stack for the freak show
Yea, suck a nigga dick ho
Yea, suck a nigga dick ho
Yea, I got a stack for the freak show
What?
I got a stack for the freak show

Shorty on a molly, mmm prolly
I’m ridin’ with my niggas and we finna catch a botty
I check into the telly, you can just meet me in the lobby
Throw the horses on my portions and the horse on my Ferrari like vrrum bitch vrrum bitch
That DOA, they got sweepin’ with the broom bitch
I’m talkin murda on that pussy, I’m a goon bitch
You smithin that, you make it home by afternoon bitch
Smooth quick, that go whack
Bust it open, you gotta boyfriend
And will I fuck him? No
But you tell me he a sucka though
Tellin me listen I done suck a nigga dick or something, Bitch

Suck a nigga dick ho, Bitch
Suck a nigga dick ho
I got a stack for the freak show
I got a stack for the freak show

All a nigga want is some of that lip service
All a nigga want is some of that lip service

2 Chainz in these chains in this bitch ho..
Let me rephrase it

2 Chainz in your bitch ho, Bustin over instrumentals
Bust that pussy that pimples
Bustin like pistols, fuck it
I’m bustin that simple
I’m getting head while im ridin
Chauffeur drivin
If you turn around man your gonna get fired
All I spit is fire like a dragon
I love new pussy, I should’ve kept the tag on
Born to win and I’m built to last
When I had the Waka used to give him blast
Uh, In the bank like I’m finna lap
And when I left, all you see is some dealer tag
Leggo

Suck a nigga dick ho
Yea, suck a dick ho
Yea, I got a stack for the freak show
What?
I got a stack for the freak show
Yea, suck a nigga dick ho
Yea, suck a nigga dick ho
Yea, I got a stack for the freak show
What?
I got a stack for the freak show

All a nigga want is some of that lip service
All a nigga want is some of that lip service

Aye oh
I take ATL DOA, MIA it’s KOD
When you hear them albums back
I’ll be going straight OD
Straight OD, straight OG, you know that I ball ho
I got these bitches looking for me, you should call me Waldo
I tell er to bust it open, bust it like a hog ho
Throw the money in the air, something very far though
Did I leave? Did I leave?
My new chicken got my speed
I be getting ball player money like I’m in the league
In the league, all I want is lip service
I could kill that pussy, all you bitches gettin murdered
Swerving I bet they say
Top off and no tope
These haters say I’m too baked
Cuz I be swaggin hot new Js

Suck a nigga dick ho
Yea, suck a nigga dick ho
Yea, I got a stack for the freak show
What?
I got a stack for the freak show
Yea, suck a nigga dick ho
Yea, suck a nigga dick ho
Yea, I got a stack for the freak show
What?
I got a stack for the freak show

All a nigga want is some of that lip service
All a nigga want is some of that lip service