Meek Mill - Championships Album Lyrics

[Rick Ross:]
You see
We dream chase
Cause that's all we was given to start with
They we realized
The dream was attainable
Now look at us

[Girl:]
Maybach music

Countin money all I seem to hear is benji talkin
Hater we ain't conversatin it's just semis talkin
Countin money all I seem to hear is benji talkin
Countin money all I seem to hear is benji talkin
Hater we ain't conversatin it's just semis talkin
Used to be the boul
They said they have a penny on em
Now I walk around with twenty chains with like a milli on em
Lace up my boots
Put on my strap
And go lookin for that paper I'm like where it's at
They lookin at me
I'm starin back (I see you)
Feelin like I'm superman
Every time I wear this mac

Monday
It's probably 106 & park
Tuesday
Probably in the hood where it get dark
Wednesday
Probably catch me swimmin with the sharks
With blood drippin from my shoes
These lous coated in my heart

[Rick Ross:]
See dreamchasin is a occupation
Those with the job understand the process and manifestation
A dream starts as a thought
And it's nurtured, achieved and sustained
Then we go back in our minds for more work

Let me out my cell
Right back on the mission
Fresh from offa bail
Right back in the kitchen
Who the f*ck gon pay my lawyer
I got
And like eighty grams of crack
He said the feds probably come for ya
I'm like oh lord
Copper said I tried to kill I'm when I go to court
I hope they don't find me guilty
It's my word against they word
And I won't get a chance to speak
I caught my case with nine of my niggas
And I'm the only one they beat

I took one for the team
Even though I had a dream like martin luther king
Who thought that I'd be cover of these magazines
Cause I be spittin fire flow on kerosene

Lemme talk to em
Uh
F*ck ya'll niggas gon say about me
My north niggas they don't play about me
South philly niggas that'll spray about me
A million dollar bail in a day bout me
Ain't gotta sound real cause they'll tell you that
I'm on the top floor, I started where the cellar at
Self made, bitches

[Rick Ross:]
I had a dream one time
It was that I was gon make a lot of money
Doin what I wanted to do
I went after it
And it was a struggle to achieve
But you know what
I caught that bitch
Dreamchasers
This is where
Dreams become reality

Used to be a dreamer
Dreamin' of a fire

Uh, my mama used to pray that she'd see me in Yale
It's f*cked up she gotta see me in jail
On the visit with Lil Papi, it hurt even though I seemed to be well
They got a smoker with a key to my cell, damn
And even worst, my judge black don't wanna see me do well
It's either that or black people for sale
Gave me two to four years like, "F*ck your life, meet me in hell"
And let it burn like Lucifer, you look even stupider
Tryna impress them people in power when power abusin' us
For 44 dollars a hour, you coward they using ya
Is it self-hate that made you send me upstate?
This where the so-called "real niggas" sweeping up for cupcakes
And that's your phone time, if you ain't got no money, you ain't online
Hey call your son, call your daughter just to wish them more prime
Oh God, don't let them streets get a hold of 'em
Your daughter f*ckin' now, it's gon be a cold summer
Your son trappin' and your homie givin' O's to him
And if he f*ck that paper up, he puttin' holes through him
And you just wanna make it home, so you can show it to him
And them people ain't finna give no parole to ya
They want blood, we all hangin' with a noose on our neck
My celly mom just died, he wanna use my collect
And he won't make it to the wake unless he give 'em a check
We still niggas though, what you expect?

I just won
I was on the corner with the reefa
And they got us warring for our freedom
See my brother blood on the pavement
How you wake up in the mornin' feelin' evil?
Uhh, trauma
When them drugs got a hold of your mama
And the judge got a hold on your father
Go to school, bullet holes in the locker

Ain't no PTSDs, them drugs keep it at ease
They shot that boy 20 times when they could've told him just freeze
Could've put him in a cop car, but they let him just bleed
The ambulance, they coming baby, just breathe
That's what the old lady said when she screamed
This nightmare on Elm Street, Friday the 13th
And in the 13th amendment, it don't say that we kings
They say that we legally slaves if we go to the bing
They told Kaep' stand up if you wanna play for a team
And all his teammates ain't saying a thing (Stay woke)
If you don't stand for nothing, you gon' fall for something
And in the 60's, if you kneeled, you'd prolly be killed
But they don't kill you now, they just take you out of your deal
Kill your account, look where money get spilled
Check it, and they don't kill you now, they just take you out of your deal
Kill your account, look where money get spilled

I just won
I was on the corner with the reefa
And they got us warring for our freedom
See my brother blood on the pavement
How you wake up in the mornin' feelin' evil?
Uhh, trauma
When them drugs got a hold of your mama
And the judge got a hold on your father
Go to school, bullet holes in the locker

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

I just won
I was on the corner with the reefa
And they got us warring for our freedom
See my brother blood on the pavement
How you wake up in the mornin' feelin' evil?
Uhh, trauma
When them drugs got a hold of your mama
And the judge got a hold on your father
Go to school, bullet holes in the locker
Uhh, trauma

Papamitrou Boi
Spanish bitch, from uptown
I bought her a bust down
Yeah, oh

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

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

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

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

Vo' a estar al volante (volante) y al la'o está el cantante (brrr)
Que tiene guerra con los narcotraficantes (ah)
Hijo 'e puta, tengo cuatro rutas (movie)
Y lo' vendo a treinta y dos como Karl Malone en Utah (en Utah)
Louboutin, Dolce y Versace (haha)
Vo' a morirme millonario, los Illuminati (los Illuminati)
La glock' y las puta' en el bote (brrr)
Y las nalga' como Jennifer Lopez, brrr (ah)
Y ella rebota ese culote
Y yo le mamo ese totito pa' que no me bote (pa' que no me bote)
Yo tengo diez dracotes (brrr)
Y tenemos trece R (Ah) y mil soldados pa' to' estos bichotes (haha)
Brrr

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

Yeah, reportin' live from the northside of litty city
You f*ck my bitch, I'ma keep it player
I just want you to know that we the Navy Seals
We gon' strike your whole motherf*cking platoon, nigga
Gang
Bangladesh
Ugh

Three bad bitches, f*ckin' on me
Top floor at my penthouse, yeah
Young rich nigga, I'm on my roll
F*ckin' them hoes in my flip-flops, yeah
F*ck her, that troll and this hip-hop, woah
Nigga play me, gon' get shot (Brr)
Quarter mil' 'caine, my wrist white, woah
Bust down, Patek don't tick-tock, no
We got them bricks in a drought
I call a play and they hittin' the route
This life I'm living be trippin' me out, 'cause I just let a famous bitch spit in my mouth (Ew)
I'ma buy a Birkin for a project bitch
Rolls truck coming, I'ma cop that shit
Ass all fat, tell her pop that shit like (Booty, booty, booty, booty)
If I rap about it, know I got that shit
Post it on the 'Gram, but you not that lit
Your favorite rapper is not that rich (Booty, booty, booty, booty)
Fly Dubai on Emirates
Only fly a mob that's with the shits
All bad hoes need discipline (Booty, booty, booty, booty)

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

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

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

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

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

You know what free is nigga?

What's free?
Free is when nobody else could tell us what to be
Free is when the TV ain't controllin' what we see
Told my niggas "I need you"
Through all the fame you know I stay true
Pray my niggas stay free
Made a few mistakes but this ain't where I wanna be
Before I'm judged by 12, put a 12 on my V
Told my niggas, "I need you"
Stay up I know these times ain't true
Real life, what's free

Since a lad, I was cunning
Just got a pad out in London
I keep stackin' my money, I need a ladder by summer
AK shots, niggas duckin' stray shots
Been a Top Dawg, that's before the K.Dots
Crackin' in '06, immaculate showmanship
Talkin' like you Mitch, disastrous on the strip
Holdin' on your bitch, coulda never sold you a brick
With them people you never been on a list
Mona Lisa to me ain't nothin' but a bitch
Hanging pictures like niggas swinging from his dick
We so different you thought these didn't exist
The Megalodon never seen on his wrist
I'm from the South where they never make it this rich
God is the greatest, but Satan been on his shit
Walkin' the pavement, I pray I'm illuminated
Over a decade and never nobody's favorite
Pot and kilo go hand in hand like we Gamble and Huff
My amigo, a million grams and we countin' 'em up
You was dead broke, I let you hold a pack
You paid for it, but I f*cked around and stole the track
Screaming "gang gang" now you wanna rap
Racketeering charges caught him on a tap
Lookin' for a bond, lawyers wanna tax
Purple hair got them faggots on your back

What's free?
Free is when nobody else could tell us what to be
Free is when the TV ain't controlling what we see
Told my niggas "I need you"
Through all the fame you know I stay true
Pray my niggas stay free
Made a few mistakes but this ain't where I wanna be
Before I'm judged by 12, put a 12 on my V
Told my niggas "I need you"
Stay up I know these times ain't true
Real life, what's free?

Fed investigations, heard they plottin' like I trap
20 mil' in cash, they know I got that off a rap
Maybe it's the Michael Rubins or the Robert Krafts
Or the billionaire from Marcy, and the way they got my back, uh
Seein' how I prevailed and now they try to knock me back, uh
Lock me in the cell for all them nights and I won't snap, uh
Two-fifty a show and they still think I'm sellin' crack, uh
When you bring my name up to the judge just tell em' facts
Tell em how we fundin' all these kids to go to college
Tell him how we ceasin' all these wars, stoppin' violence
Tryna fix the system and the way that they designed it
I think they want me silenced (Shush)
Oh say you can see
I don't feel like I'm free
Locked down in my cell, shackled from ankle to feet
Judge bangin' that gavel turned me to slave from a king
Another day in the bing, I gotta hang from a string
Just for poppin' a wheelie, my people march in the city
From a cell to a chopper view from the top of the city
You can tell how we rockin' soon as I pop up we litty
Poppin' like Bad Boy in '94, Big Poppa and Diddy
And niggas counted me out like my accountant ain't busy
That's five milli' in twenties, sit up and count 'til I'm dizzy
Phantom, five hundred thousand, hundred round in a stizzy
Is we beefin' or rappin'? I might just pop up with Drizzy like

What's free?
Free is when nobody else could tell us what to be
Free is when the TV ain't controlling what we see
Told my niggas 'I need you'
Through all the fame you know I stay true
Pray my niggas stay free
Made a few mistakes but this ain't where I wanna be
Before I'm judged by 12, put a 12 on my V
Told my niggas 'I need you'
Stay up I know these times ain't true
Real life, what's free?

In the land of the free, where the blacks enslaved
Three-fifth's of a man I believe's the phrase
I'm 50% of D'USSÉ and it's debt free (Yeah)
100% of Ace of Spades, worth half a B (Uh)
Roc Nation, half of that, that's my piece
Hunnid percent of TIDAL to bust it up with my G's
Since most of my niggas won't ever work together
You run a check up but they never give you leverage
No red hat, don't Michael and Prince me and Ye
They separate you when you got Michael and Prince's DNA, uh
I ain't one of these house niggas you bought
My house like a resort, my house bigger than yours
My spou- (C'mon man)
My route better of course
We started without food in our mouth
They gave us pork and pig intestines
Shit you discarded that we ingested, we made the project a wave
You came back, reinvested and gentrified it
Took nigga's sense of pride
Now how that's free?
And the people stole their soul and hit niggas with 360's
I ain't got a billion streams, got a billion dollars
Inflating numbers like we 'posed to be happy about this
We was praisin' Billboard but we were young
Now I look at Billboard like 'Is you dumb?'
To this day, Grandma 'fraid of what I might say
They gon' have to kill me Grandmama, I'm not they slave (Ha-ha-ha)
Check out the bizarre rappin' style used by me the HOV
Look at my hair free, care free
Niggas ain't near free
Enjoy your chains, what's your employer name with the hair piece?
I survived the hood, can't no Shaytan rob me
My accountant's so good I'm practically livin' tax free
Factory, that's me
Sold drugs, got away scot-free
That's a CC, E-copy
Guilt free, still me
And they expect me to not feel a way to this day
You would say y'all killed me
Sucker free, no shuckin' me
I don't jive turkey
Say "Happy Thanksgiving"
Shit sound like a murder to me
Smoke free
All of y'all calling out toll free
Label rob you for millions, yet you wanna put a hole in me
Sugar free, seasoned but I'm salt free
You lay a hand on Hov, my shooters shoot for free
I promise World War three
Send a order through a hands free
Kill you in 24 hours or shorter you can't ignore the hand speed
On god, it's off the head this improv
But it's no comedy
Sign I fail, hell naw (Ha-ha-ha)

Yah
Big bag, got 'em big mad
A nigga gettin' to some money and his bitch bad
Jumpin' out the Rolls truck with the temp tag
I'm gettin' money, I don't get mad, ugh
Ask a nigga in my hood, he go and said it on stand
And when them situations came, I came out like a champ
When it was pourin' down rain and I came out of it damp
But now it's champagne showers when we poppin' the champ', ugh
We dodged all the feds and they traps
Niggas can't be us 'cause they rats
Stand tall, point a finger, never that
I knew a nigga had it all, went to the B, ain't get it back
That's why I'm humble as ever, and I rumble whatever
Don't chase hoes 'cause they come with this cheddar
I seen my man girl start actin' bougie when he f*ck up his cheddar
Before you knew it, niggas was f*ckin' her better
I knew about it and I
Wanted to tell him, I felt funny as ever
But when I told him, he went runnin' to tell her, damn
Remember I was down bad, I'm talkin' under the cellar
Now the Rolls Royces come with umbrellas
For the rain and all the pain that we been through
If you don't feed your wolves they gon' put you on the menu
That's why I be with family and some bulls that I been knew
If money determined loyalty, we'd cut you with a Ginsu
Now I go against you, facts

Rule number one, never count your homie pockets thinkin' you deserve it
Rule number two, never trust a bitch that'll f*ck you for some purses
Rule number three, save you some of that money, shit you better stop splurgin'
'Cause when it's all said and done and you back at the bottom, they gon' treat you like you worthless
Respect the game

F*ck the fame
We millionaires f*ck your watch and lil' chain
Niggas disappear quick as Lil Zane
You feelin' yourself, I know you got a lil' lane
Just hold your composure, I seen this shit happen over and over
That couple hundred thousand holdin' you over
That ain't real money
That's bill money, buy a Rollie, get a wheel money
Catch a case, pay a lawyer, take a deal money
Now you tapped out and got no appeal money
Callin' home like niggas done did you wrong
But when you had that money you could've put niggas on
And the moment they put cuffs on you, your bitch was gone
Student of the game, I'm just ahead of my class
I'm that nigga, but I never got my head up my ass
You doin' good, but I'm ready for bad
And you won't never catch me frontin' 'cause I'm used to bein' second to last
Respect the game

Rule number one, never count your homie pockets thinkin' you deserve it
Rule number two, never trust a bitch that'll f*ck you for some purses
Rule number three, save you some of that money, shit you better stop splurgin'
'Cause when it's all said and done and you back at the bottom, they gon' treat you like you worthless
Respect the game

Okay, ye ye, ye ye, wo-wo-wo, ay, ay

In that new Chopard, ooh ooh
That's a car, ooh ooh
Money, money, ah ooh ooh
Big boss, ooh ooh
In that Richie Mille, it don't tick tock, hoo hoo
Splash warning, hoo hoo, ooh ooh
I be cookin' coco out the pot, pot, ye ye
I just gave away my lil thot, thot, ye ye
I just skrrt off in a robot, yay yay
Pushed one button the top go in the trunk, uh huh, uh huh

One one thousand grams I make it jump, uh huh, okay
Popped out in Yves Saint Laurent, okay, okay
I juug two thousand bands every month, okay, okay
I could get you anything you want, okay okay
Dog food, anything you want, okay okay
Any hoe you choose, which one you want? Okay, okay

I put all my dogs in Saint Laurent, yeah yeah
We had the fiends jumping at the spot, yeah yeah
I was whipping that dope up like a pot of spaghetti
The trap was hotter nigga had the feds around the corner
Get the package every week I got the straps in Arizona
I flooded out the bitch I had to put the Patek on her

In that new Chopard, ooh ooh
That's a car, ooh ooh
Money, money, ah ooh ooh
Big boss, ooh ooh
In that Richie Mille, it don't tick tock, hoo hoo
Splash warning, hoo hoo, ooh ooh
I be cookin' coco out the pot, pot, ye ye
I just gave away my lil thot, thot , ye ye
I just skrrt off in a robot, yay yay
Pushed one button the top go in the trunk, uh huh, uh huh

Shawty gonna pop that pussy for a Cash app, okay
Only gonna f*ck that bitch twice if her ass fat, okay
I keep Benji Franklin in my knapsack, okay
I wanna sleep in that pussy, that's a cat nap, okay
Lambo truck, ooh ooh
Chocolate bitch, Yoo-Hoo
Chopper stick, two two
Threes lift your tutu
Please, you ain't cool cool
Run up on me, you lose
Hustle like I'm Nipsey
My bitch look like Lulu

Tons money on his head 'cause we, cause we shottas
Diamonds blue and red, like a, like a cop car
Money on lil bitch, still ain't see what's the total
Heard he's on her crew, we gon' splash when they roll up

In that new Chopard, ooh ooh
That's a car, ooh ooh
Money, money, ah ooh ooh
Big boss, ooh ooh
In that Richie Mille, it don't tick tock, hoo hoo
Splash warning, hoo hoo, ooh ooh
I be cookin' coco out the pot, pot, ye ye
I just gave away my lil thot, thot , ye ye
I just skrrt off in a robot, yay yay
Pushed one button the top go in the trunk, uh huh, uh huh

Yeah, uh

All the youngins in my hood popping percs now
Gettin' high they get by, it's gettin' worse now
You gotta tell 'em put them guns and the percs down
Them new jails got ten yards in 'em and that's your first down, uh
And I ain't come here to preach
I just had to say somethin' 'cause I'm the one with the reach
Youngin' gotta quarter ounce, he tryna turn into Meech
Ain't had no daddy, he's had to learn from the streets
I used to be a honor roll student, damn
Then I turned to a beast
The first time I seen a nigga get some blood on his sneaks
He had on Air Max 93s but was slumped in the street
His mama cryin', that did somethin' to me, oh Lord
The shit I'm doin' for my hood I won't get an Award
I used to sell Reggie, damn how' I get to the Forbes
I take a shot, if I miss I'm gettin' 'em boards
Ain't quittin' no more, like give me some more
We wearin' Old Navy, it felt like Christian Dior
Was dead broke but rich in soul, was we really that poor?
Was we really that dumb? 'Cause we carry a gun
And every nigga in my neighborhood carryin' one
'Cause we had nightmares of our mamas got to bury her son
I'm speakin' to you as a prophet as rare as they come, uh
Gunshots sound like music hangin' out the Buick
Why you wanna be a shooter?
Mama told me not to do it but I did it
Now I'm locked up in a prison
Callin' mama like I shouldn't have did it
Watch my dream shatter in an instant
I'm on a visit posin' for the picture
Like I'm going for my prom or somethin'
Like I ain't facing time or somethin'
Ride for these niggas like that shit ain't hurt my mom or somethin'
Only one gon' get me commissary or even buy me somethin'
When it all fall down
I can call y'all now
Even if I hit your phone
That won't get me home
Seen so many different times, these niggas did me wrong
Shit that's the reason that I did this song

Shit we was kids used to play on the step
A couple years later we flirtin' with the angel of death
I was eleven years old, I got my hands on the Tec
When I first touched it that shit gave me a rush
My homie's dying I'm like "Maybe we next"
That just made me a threat
Knowin' the niggas smoke my daddy it just made me upset
Made me a man shit I was five when God gave me my test
Go to court with a court appointed and he won't say object
Now it's you against the state and you ain't got no cake
Jail overpopulated they ain't got no space
I know a youngin' that got murked ain't get to drive no Wraith
But he in hearse on the way to church, I know his mom gon' faint
When she smell like embalment fluid, cologne all on her baby
Pastor said he sendin' you home, she goin' crazy
When they drop that casket all in the ground, who gon' save me?
How could you blame me? When I'm tryna stay alive and just survive and beat them odds
When niggas die by twenty-five
When I stop fearin' for my life, when I decide to change my mind and stop totin'
Tryna smoke the pain away, they lock us up for smoking
Put 'em on probation, lock you up if you ain't perfect
Victims of the system like a rain drop in the ocean
They closin' all the schools and all the prisons gettin' open

Yeah
See comin' from where I come from
We had to beat the streets
Beat the system, beat racism, beat poverty
And now we made it through all that we at the championship

Yeah
(Wheezy outta here)
Jeez, jeez

Back home, smokin' legal (legal)
I got more slaps than The Beatles (Beatles)
Foreign shit runnin' on diesel, dawg
Playin' with my name, that shit is lethal, dawg (who you say you was?)
Don Corleone
Trust me, at the top it isn't lonely (strapped)
Everybody actin' like they know me, dawg
Don't just say you're down, you gotta show me (what you gotta do?)
Bring the clip back empty (it's empty)
You asked to see the boss, so they sent me, dawg (sent me, dawg)
I just broke her off with a ten-piece, dawg (ten-piece, dawg)
That ain't nothin', I'm just bein' friendly, dawg

It's just a lil' ten piece for her
Just to blow it in the mall, doesn't mean that we're involved
I just what? I just uh, put a Richard on the card
I ain't grow up playin' ball, but I'll show you how the f*ck you gotta do it
If you really wanna ball 'til you fall
When your back against the wall
And a bunch of niggas need you to go away
Still goin' bad on 'em anyway
Saw you last night, but did it broad day

Yeah, lot of Murakami in the hallway (what?)
Got a sticky and I keep it at my dawg's place
Girl, I left your love at Magic, now it's all shade
Still goin' bad on you anyway

Whoa, whoa, ooh, whoa
Whoa, whoa, ah

I could fit like eighty racks in my Amiris (eighty racks)
Me and Drizzy back-to-back, it's gettin' scary (back-to-back)
If you f*ckin' with my opps just don't come near me (get out my way)
Put some bands all on your head like Jason Terry (brrt-brrt, ooh)
Richard Mille cost a Lambo (that's a Lambo)
Known to keep the baddest bitches on commando (salute)
Every time I'm in my trap, I move like Rambo (extendy)
Ain't a neighborhood in Philly that I can't go (that's a Fendi)
For real
She said, "Oh, you rich rich?" ("You rich rich")
Bitch, I graduated, call me, "Big Fish" (ballin')
I got Lori Harvey on my wish list (that's Lori)
That's the only thing I want for Christmas (true story, uh)
I've been had my way out here, yeah, know that's facts (facts)
You ain't livin' that shit you sell, yeah, we know that's cap (that's cap)
You ain't got to ask me when you see me, know I'm strapped (brrt)
DC, OVO, we back again, we goin' bad (ooh, ooh)

It's just a lil' ten-piece for her
Just to blow it in the mall, doesn't mean that we're involved
I just what? I just uh, put a Richard on the card
I ain't grow up playin' ball, but I'll show you how the f*ck you gotta do it
If you really wanna ball 'til you fall
When your back against the wall
And a bunch of niggas need you to go away
Still goin' bad on 'em anyway
Saw you last night, but did it broad day

(Wheezy outta here) (woo)

Uh, every bitch I'm f*ckin' say they only f*ckin' me
I even bought you diamonds, put you in that Double-C
The way you love the game, you couldn't be in love with me
I work too hard for my name to let a bitch put mud on me
So how can I trust you (trust you)
When all the rich niggas f*cked you? (f*cked you)
Make you my baby, I'd love to (love to)
You was a dime, but I dubbed you (dubbed you)
When I first bagged you that shit had me excited
Swimmin' in that pussy, girl, I swear there's nothin' like it
I got plans to cut you off, I know that you won't like it
I knew that it would come to this, I seen it like a psychic
Turned you to a savage (savage)
I won't forget you, you a bad bitch (bad bitch)
I set you up so you could level up (level up)
But you was used to bein' average (average)
Jumpin' on jets, you was caught up in the life
They gassed you on Instagram, you caught up in the hype
A ho gon' be a ho, so ain't no use for no advice
When you crossed me, you lost me, can't let you cross me twice

I almost fell in love with a thottie (oh)
My dawg said, "You got too many bodies" (ooh)
Girl, that pussy had me like a zombie (oh)
I gotta pour out my feelings that's inside me, yeah
What happened in the dark is gon' come to the light (come to the light)
Met you, from the start, you was f*ckin' me right (f*ckin' me right)
Treat me like a king, baby, talk to me nice (talk to me)

F*ckin' with a ball player, now you actin' bougie
Seen you out in traffic you act like you never knew me
I just bust out laughin' when I seen with you that goofy (ha)
Savage for that money, you like Ginger from the movie (ooh)
I almost fell in love with a ho
I still dream of me f*ckin' you slow
Ass so fat all the stuff from the back
I still watch all our old videos
And I still hear that pussy callin' (callin')
It's so wet and slippery, it let me fall in
And from the way you treated me, almost went all in (all in)
Had to check your mileage and I started stallin' (stallin')
'Cause relationships turn into situationships
I know you don't wanna hear this player shit, but baby I'm made for this
You made your bed, you gotta lay in it
My heart can't play with this (no)
Gotta save myself before I try to save a bitch (whoa)
I ain't been cuffin' on no hoes and I ain't gon' start
Had to Patek my wrist, protect my heart (protect my heart)
Had to Patek my wrist, protect my heart
Because this cold game left my heart cold, and I promise it ain't my fault

I almost fell in love with a thottie (oh)
My dawg said, "You got too many bodies" (ooh)
Girl, that pussy had me like a zombie (oh)
I gotta pour out my feelings that's inside me, yeah
What happened in the dark is gon' come to the light (come to the light)
Met you, from the start, you was f*ckin' me right (f*ckin' me right)
Treat me like a king, baby, talk to me nice (talk to me)

Uh, I gotta keep a vest on my heart (on my heart)
You the reason the good women got it hard (got it hard)
Shit, we was good until our feelings got involved
That's when I did homework and then I really got involved, oh
Oh, and I don't know how I'ma go 'bout it
Now a nigga coldhearted, baby, nobody
Get this hard, you suck the soul out me
Found out you a whole thottie
And you got a whole lotta bodies, nobody
No (no), you let what we had die young (die young)
And that's word to Lil' Roddy (Lil' Roddy, no, no)
Soon as I thought I got one, I was like

I almost fell in love with a thottie (oh)
My dawg said, "You got too many bodies" (ooh)
Girl, that pussy had me like a zombie (oh)
I gotta pour out my feelings that's inside me, yeah
What happened in the dark is gon' come to the light (come to the light)
Met you, from the start, you was f*ckin' me right (f*ckin' me right)
Treat me like a king, baby, talk to me nice (talk to me)

Tay Keith, f*ck these niggas up
It's a Kodak moment, got Kodak in this bitch
Uh, yeah, yeah
Lil' fish, uh

I did a Saks Fifth run (Yeah)
I did a bad bitch run, uh
I just bought a new AP (AP)
'Bout to get the bad bitch one (Yeah)
Nigga like the new Jay-Z (Woo)
Pockets on fat, Big Pun (Big bag)
I be goin' too crazy (Crazy)
Hit a famous ho, which one? Yeah
Ain't no stopping me
Talk on the 'net, don't apply to me
I can't be with these rap niggas
I know my dawgs gon' slide for me
All that talk, that's cap, nigga
Y'all be soundin' like cops to me
Layin' on the jet with a MAC, nigga
Bust down, ain't no robbin' me
I don't want my old bitch back (I don't wanna her)
Shit, damn, but I still wanna f*ck, uh (Yeah)
I be overload with the drip (Drip)
Shit might spill in my cup, uh
I can't f*ck with these niggas (F*ck 'em)
But I still send 'em my love (Yeah)
I ain't gotta trap no more (No)
I'ma just give 'em my plug (Yeah)
New bitch ass too fat (Ass too fat)
Put a price tag on that (Price tag)
No, I'm not cuffin' these thots (No)
You ain't gotta ask me that (No)
I be tryna run up this guap (Run it up)
Nigga, you can have 'em back (Yeah)
Two big boy Rolls Royces (What?)
And we goin' back to back, huh

Poppin' niggas like tic-tac-toe
Sippin' Ace of Spades, I do
Got the K everywhere I go
Don't come to me 'bout no ho
Poppin' niggas like Tic Tac Toe
Sippin' Ace of Spades, I do
Got the K everywhere I go
Don't come to me 'bout no ho
Don't come to me 'bout no rumor
My partner, he got a tumor
Every day, I keep a ruler
Just me, I don't need no shooter
Don't come to me 'bout no mess
Want beef, I'm sayin' less
It ain't nothin' to get you wet
Make a movie on your set

Benji, Benji, Benji on Benjis (Benjis)
Keepin' my hoes in that Fendi (That Fendi)
Whippin' that Rolls like a hemi (Skrrt)
Face down, smearin' her Fenty, uh
Niggas, they always got somethin' to say
See 'em, it's nothin' to talk about (Nothin')
Catch you and you tried to stunt in the club
You gettin' smoked in the parking lot
Came on the block (Uh), brand new Saint Laurent (Whoa)
I gotta lay off designer 'cause honestly I've just been makin' 'em hot (Yeah)
I'm not a Muslim but I had to put in them prayers to make it sell out (Woo)
I know my way to the top
I took a circle and made it a block, run (Break it down)
Red fish, blue fish, old bitch, new bitch (New bitch)
Niggas said it's on sight, see me, he ain't do shit, uh
We got them thirties on thirties (Thirties)
Phantom is newer than Jersey (Jersey)
I put that bitch in a figure four
F*ck it, I'm doin' her dirty (Dirty)
Don't even know what I'm in it for (I don't)
I probably get her a Rollie (A Rollie)
I probably get her Chanel, Chanel
And then she know I'm f*ckin' her homies (Her homies)
Keep a bad bitch in my face (My face)
She tryin' to get to first place (First place)
We don't pop X, pop Ace (Pop Ace)
And we only cop by case, huh

Poppin' niggas like tic-tac-toe
Sippin' Ace of Spades, I do
Got the K everywhere I go
Don't come to me 'bout no ho
Poppin' niggas like Tic Tac Toe
Sippin' Ace of Spades, I do
Got the K everywhere I go
Don't come to me 'bout no ho
Don't come to me 'bout no rumor
My partner, he got a tumor
Every day, I keep a ruler
Just me, I don't need no shooter
Don't come to me 'bout no mess
Want beef, I'm sayin' less
It ain't nothin' to get you wet
Make a movie on your set

[Beyoncé]
End, that's what I found out

[Ella Mai]
Tell me how you want it, yeah
Call me and I'm on my way
Tell me that you need me, yeah
I'll give it to you night and day
I'm talkin' 'bout Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday Saturday, Sunday
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday
All day, 24/7
Yeah, all day, 24/7

[Meek Mill]
Uh-huh-uh
Lovin' the shit out you, f*ckin' the shit out you
For seven days straight, and now I can't even live without you
And if we ever broke up, I won't have a kid without you
You forever in my heart, I won't forget about you
I be crushin' you on Monday like it's Wednesday
You pressed about that nigga, what your friends say?
Oh, G63 is what your Benz say
I'm so happy you ain't listen to your friends, babe
You can tell me how you want it, how you need it, I don't mind
Need you right here by my side, 'cause out of sight is out of mind
And out of spite you hit decline, but I was hype
I hit your line a few more times than you hit back I'm gon' respond

[Ella Mai & Meek Mill]
Tell me how you want it, yeah
Call me and I'm on my way (On my way, on my way, woah)
Tell me that you need me, yeah
I'll give it to you night and day (Night and day, night and day, go)
I'm talkin' 'bout Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday Saturday, Sunday
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday
All day, 24/7
Yeah, all day, 24/7

[Meek Mill]
Uh, yeah
You be throwin' that shit back like it's a Thursday
I be treatin' you like everyday your birthday
Them hoes ain't f*ckin' with you on your worst day
I got you on a new level like what Ferg say
When you fell down, I pick you up
Put on your crown, and lift you up
I put a rock all on your finger, so much ice could push a puck
Heard they feelings 'bout you, baby, tell them hoes I wish 'em luck
Talkin' relationship goals, this could be us, yuh
24/7, what's the 411?
When you see me kneel like Kaepernick, call a reverend
See, I got a milli' in a stash for a weddin'
If you ready, let me know, 'cause it's whatever

[Ella Mai]
But I know you in the worst way
Yeah, our anniversary
'Bout to suit up on my birthday
'Cause I know they keep you thirsty
Ain't no playin', this is us
Boy, be gentle, ain't no rush
365, you're the only one I trust
No, I can't get enough
And all my ladies, if you feel me, help me sing it out
Yeah, yeah
I'm talkin' 'bout Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday Saturday

[Ella Mai]
Tell me how you want it, yeah
Call me and I'm on my way
Tell me that you need me, yeah
I'll give it to you night and day
I'm talkin' 'bout Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday Saturday, Sunday
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday
All day, 24/7
Yeah, all day, 24/7
Oh yeah

[Beyoncé]
End
What I found out-
I took a vow that from now on
I'm gonna be my own best

This shit right here for my Oodles o' Noodles babies
His ma was smokin' crack while she was pregnant, so he can't even help that he crazy
He goin' to jail, it's inevitable, forreal

I ain't have nobody to give me no hope
I hope my momma ain't doin' no coke
I used to wish that my daddy was livin'
I had a dream that I seen him as ghost
I used to act up when I went to school
Thought it was cool, but I really was hurt
Wanted my family to come to my games
My mama couldn't make it 'cause she was at work
Lived with my grandma, she took me to church
Really no I ain't wanna go
Remember I kissed my aunt in the casket
And her forehead was cold
I was like 4 years old
We couldn't afford no clothes
It was hand me down
Who would think a nigga get a Grammy now?
Got a black judge tryna tear me down
All this jail time probably wear me down
Turn the lights off in the bathroom
Screaming, "Bloody, Bloody, Bloody Mary" now
Havin' nightmares about Candyman
With the tool on me like a handyman
Killed my lil' cousin, I'm like, "Damn it, man"
Had to see the footage on a camera, man
On the pavement, with his brains out
With the white sheet, he was laid out
Wanna ask 'Ye, "Is this a choice?"
It was like this when I came out
What the f*ck is you really complaining 'bout?
I know niggas that's never gon' make it out
This that shit you won't see in the media
Poor get poorer and the rich gettin' greedier
Lot of daddies goin' back and forth out of jail
Lot of sons growin' up and repeating them
This the belly of the beast, you won't make it out
Man, this shit was designed just to eat us up
And my momma told, "Nigga, keep it up
You gon' end up in prison, just sweepin' up"
Remember, nobody never believed in us
When they see us now, they can't believe it's us, no

I think it's funny how
We used to go to school, play SEGA's
And then, next thing you know, you runnin' 'round with Glock .40s
We ain't never believed in the police, they was shootin' us

Yeah, they called it the projects, they put us in projects
What they gon' do with us? Can't call the cops yet
You might just get popped at
'Cause they the ones shootin' us
I'm on my mom's steps, it's like a bomb threat
The violence pursuing us, I ain't meet God yet
'Cause I'm on the block where
It's just me and Lucifer, look what they do to us
They know we in poverty
When I went to court, the judge said, "Meek, you a menace to society"
Huh, you said, you would give me a chance, your honor, why would you lie to me?
16 more years of probation, you know you gon' get more time on me, huh
Whole hood goin' crazy, babies havin' babies
She was fourteen, actin' like she eighteen
Got pregnant by a nigga, that was locked up in them cages
And the story goes on, if you make it, you amazing (Word up)

See, I got homie that's a billionaire
And I be tryin' to explain to him like
If your mom ain't on crack or if she got a job and she doing eight hours a day
And your daddy in the graveyard or in the jail cell, who the f*ck gon' babysit?

Yeah, ooh
(Wheezy outta here)

We gon' wake yo' dog up out that cash, huh (brr)
Play I'll put them demons on yo' ass, huh
I got too much problems, don't make me mad, huh (don't make me mad)
I'm too rich to send a hit, you better be glad, huh (better be glad)
Deep down in them trenches, started up in extensions
Touch down in the Clearport, now we back in business (back in business)
Pull up in my hood, these niggas be actin' different (for what?)
They gon' keep it cool 'cause we'll rat them niggas
Huh, livin' to die, nigga we dyin' to live (dyin' to live)
Had to sacrifice my life just for my mom and kids (mom and kids)
Beefin' with some real killers, they at my momma crib
Turn me to a monster, gotta show you niggas what time it is, huh
I get a rush from knowing these niggas wanna hit me up (boom boom boom)
I was taught you kill a real killer, and it get you love (love)
Fast game a young nigga thirty years and he stuck (and he stuck)
Still prayin' he don't give me up, huh

We gon' wake yo' dog up out that cash, huh (brr)
Send a message to 'em with no mask, huh (with no mask)
You don't wanna see my lil' nigga in yo' grass, huh (in yo' grass)
Hangin' all out the window, swingin' that Mac (boom boom boom)
Pay you back, nigga gon' pay you back (pay you back) (21, 21)
Leave 'em with some real rich niggas that'll get you wet (get you wet)
We ain't never fearin' no nigga, we're like "where you at?" (21, 21)
Pay you back, niggas gon' pay you back

I can't lie, I feel like John Wick with a stick (straight up)
Bought a trap phone just to greenlight hits (straight up)
All that talkin' make this chopper give you lip fillings (21)
I come from the Six, where they kill killers (straight up)
This AK got so many bodies I call it Charles Manson (straight up)
We was tryna find a lick, y'all niggas was somewhere dancing (lil' bitch)
Them young niggas still had respect when they was broke, huh (God)
The whole city know that 21 gang'll smoke somethin'
If you want 'em whacked, it's gon' cost ten nickels (fifty)
Bring a hundred racks, it could get done quicker (quickie)
Desert Eagle bullets same size as a pickle (straight up)
We kill all the opps, and then we f*ck all they sisters (on God)
All the guns I own got hollow tips in 'em (straight up)
Nigga pick a side or you gon' die in the middle (lil' bitch)
Dreamchasers shoot 'em with the .38 through the pillow
Wish I rapped in the 90's 'cause this 2k shit full of weirdos (weirdos)

We gon' wake yo' dog up out that cash, huh (brr)
Send a message to 'em with no mask, huh (with no mask)
You don't wanna see my lil' nigga in yo' grass, huh (in yo' grass)
Hangin' all out the window, swingin' that Mac (boom boom boom)
Pay you back, nigga gon' pay you back (pay you back)
Leave 'em with some real rich niggas that'll get you wet (get you wet)
We ain't never fearin' no nigga, we're like "where you at?"
Pay you back, niggas gon' pay you back

I'm like free all my young niggas that's incarcerated (free 'em)
See 20 mil by 32, I feel obligated (Yeah)
I say nigga don't want no smoke, you ain't no carburetor (brr)
Try to kill me, I come right back, Arnold Schwarzenegger (ha!)
AP terminator (Terminator), gon' make me burn a hater (burn a hater)
Lil' bitch shitted on me back then, I had to return the favor (yeah!)
I f*cked first night, I ain't hit her back, I don't wanna fight
You can get her back, I ain't beefin' 'bout no dog hoe
Can't find a bitch like Waldo
'Cause you was tryna buy the bitch ALDO
Nigga this that Chanel money
This that so much work, if you get caught, you better not tell money
This that out yo' league, I smell like Creed, walk by and smell money
Fly them bales in right to your doorstep, that's mail money
Young bull did his first hit and he turnt up, huh
If gettin' money was a sin nigga, I'd be burnt up, huh
If you know a nigga from back then, oh I was f*cked up, huh
Get to pointin' fingers and they swingin' through like a nunchuck (gang)

We gon' wake yo' dog up out that cash, huh (brr)
Send a message to 'em with no mask, huh (with no mask)
You don't wanna see my lil' nigga in yo' grass, huh (in yo' grass)
Hangin' all out the window, swingin' that Mac (boom boom boom)
Pay you back, nigga gon' pay you back (pay you back)
Leave 'em with some real rich niggas that'll get you wet (get you wet)
We ain't never fearin' no nigga, we're like "where you at?"
Pay you back, niggas gon' pay you back hoe!

I gotta play my rearview while I pull in the parking spot
'Cause where I'm from all the young niggas die in the parking lot
Get ten seconds on the news, they barely talk about us
You gotta watch the way you move, they'll make a target outcha, oh
The Reaper comin', gotta keep it on me
I told my mama I won't leave her lonely
Too much drama, get these demons off me
We still at war, I got that thing in arm reach
"F*ck what happened," that's what my mama told me when they caught me with a ratchet
Rather see me in a cell than see me in a casket
I show love to all my fans 'cause I prevail through all this rappin', whoa
I got homies that died young and I miss 'em, tell the truth
I feel like I let 'em down and that's word to Lil Snupe
I put diamonds in yo' face so when they see me they see you
Know they'd kill me in my hood, but I just keep on comin' through
Still wit' it, the graveyard throwing a party for all the real niggas
They invited me, but shit I got a meal ticket
And everybody won't make it out we gotta deal wit' it

As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I did some things that I had to regret
I seen some things I could never forget
The reaper took my homie's soul, feel like he after me next
Oh Lord

I just wanna ball a hunnid summers
Seen too many of my dogs goin' under
How I made it out alive, sometimes I wonder
'Cause we been goin' to war since Contra

Grew up 'round them monsters, they'll shoot you in your face
Ain't used to showin' no love that's 'cause we grew up in that hate
Live by the sword, die by the sword way
Tried to make it home, they shot him in the hallway
Tears on my face, feel like I be cryin' blood
Mom won't see her son again, we call that blind love
I can't trust these niggas, they'll get you lined up
Tried to rob me, he got smoked for a Rollie, his time's up
You gon' be a killer or a homicide
Make your mama shed a tear before my mama cry
Was young and great, but they still smoked him at the waffle spot
Only God can judge me when I clutch and let that chopper rock (brrt)
Feel this shit
I wrote this in blood, this some of my realest shit
They say if he rich as f*ck, why he movin' so militant
'Cause in my hood it ain't no love and I know what I'm dealin' wit'

As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I did some things that I had to regret
I seen some things I could never forget
The reaper took my homie's soul, feel like he after me next
Oh Lord

I just wanna ball a hunnid summers
Seen too many of my dogs goin' under
How I made it out alive, sometimes I wonder
'Cause we been goin' to war since Contra

(Oh, yeah-yeah)

Uh
(C-Sick, C-Sick, C-Sick)

Shawty was frontin', now she throw that pussy at me (throwin' that pussy)
Told her meet me at the clearport, she got happy (she got hyped)
Nigga, you don't want these problems, Lil Scrappy (you don't want problems)
If you talk, when you see me, just don't dap me, for real
Back on my savage shit, got that pussy off accident (yeah)
F*ckin' this ratchet bitch, stay on her knee like Kaepernick, yeah
I just been havin' it, lovin' this money, I'm passionate, yeah
Once I f*ck like Meechy, ho, give you my ass to kiss, pause
Nigga said he hit my ho, so what?
Nigga, I hit that too, yeah
She said she don't swallow, grow up
This the shit grown-ups do, uh
I'ma put a check on your bitch ass
Homie gon' spin back through, yeah
Catch you on the block while you slippin' with the gang
Turn your whole shit Piru-ru
Get some pussy on a plane (on a plane)
This the type shit that I do (I do)
Who your WCW? (Who dat?)
That's the type of hoes I screw (I screw)
That's the type of hoes I got (I got)
New Hermes flip flops (sheesh)
If ain't got no time for the ho and I really like her, she'll get a wrist watch (gang)

Do a split on the dick (do a split)
If you really with the shits, lil' bitch (lil' bitch)
She ask her friends (what?), "Should I let him hit?" (What they say?)
She say, "Girl, you better f*ck him if he rich"
He gettin' it, bad bitch, hittin' it (whoa)
New foreign, whippin it (skrrt)
Blue face, Crippin' it (Crippin' it)
I go all day, count them Benjamins (Benjis)
I'm rich, really is
You sick, syphilis (yeah, uh)

¿Quién es la mami que manda?
No tienes mula so yo te di banda'
'Tamos fuma'o de la ganja
Pila de tigueres, rabia con alma
I let them eat up the nana, dip on a nigga, like, "See you mañana"
Baddest lil' bitch in my genre
I got your baby dad f*ckin' up commas
Icy, icy, icy, drip all on me, watch me when I move (when I move)
If you like 'em freaky, baby, she could come here too (for real?)
You could eat this pussy while I watch her f*ckin' you
Call that ho a Uber when we done, it's up to you (oh, yeah)
Who your MCM? Bitch, I make him swipe
I won't mention these hoes, I might give them life
I just want the head, you can't spend the night (oh my God)
Kissin' him sloppy, callin' him papi, that shit get him hype (que perro)

Do a split on the dick (do a split)
If you really with the shits, lil' bitch (lil' bitch)
She ask her friends (what?), "Should I let him hit?" (What they say?)
She say, "Girl, you better f*ck him if he rich"
He gettin' it, bad bitch, hittin' it
New foreign, whippin it (skrrt)
Blue face, Crippin' it (Crippin' it)
I go all day, count them Benjamins (Benjis)
I'm rich, really is
You sick, syphilis (yeah, uh)

I bury you niggas in money
And then make it rain at your funeral
You flexing a ten and the twenties
Can tell that this money shit new to you
You get my chain, I don't want it back
You wear that shit while they viewing you
I'm in the field like a running back
Jumping out that Benz like a hula hoop
Call me the GOAT, but I'm in a Lamb
I jumped out the Porsche, and got me some grams
Ran up a check, stop popping on bands
These niggas upset, thank God for my fam
Lord forgive me for towin' these Hemis
And puttin' these bad bitches up in Fendi
I got a fetish for gettin' this cheddar
Ain't going out bad when I'm in the city

I ain't gotta front, I get what I want
If shawty a baddie, I hit from the front
She got a fattie, I hit from the back
They should have never let me in the sack
Oh yeah
I'm living legend, I swerve in that Lambo like I'm in the pack
Oh yeah
I'm going hard for this paper, they hating, ain't cuttin' no slack (Get it back, get it back)
Stuck in my ways, chasing this paper, been up for some days
F*cking lil shawty, I let her hang with me, she f*ckin' amazed
Crib so big, they get to my bedroom, it's f*ckin' a maze
Cut her a check and tell her behave

I don't got time to be wasting my time
Too many bad bitches waiting in line
That pussy good, I'ma take her to shine
She lose a point, it'll make her a nine
She know I got some paper, I ain't gotta pay her
She just want me to pay her some mind
She want a f*ckin' chaser, I'ma f*ck her later
But I really can't make up my mind
I want some money and I want some pussy (Some pussy)
No lyin' like Lucious or Cookie
I built a empire sellin' that fire
I stayed on the block in a hoodie (Check check)
I turn my Glock onto fully (Fully)
I let it wop on a bully
I'm gettin' top in the telly (Ha)
It sound like she moppin' spaghetti

I ain't gotta front, I get what I want
If shawty a baddie, I hit from the front
She got a fattie, I hit from the back
They should have never let me in the sack
Oh yeah
I'm living legend, I swerve in that Lambo like I'm in the pack
Oh yeah
I'm going hard for this paper, they hating, ain't cuttin' no slack (Get it back, get it back)
Stuck in my ways, chasing this paper, been up for some days
F*cking lil shawty, I let her hang with me, she f*cking amazed
Crib so big, they get to my bedroom, it's f*ckin' a maze
Cut her a check and tell her behave

Ain't no finessing (No)
Niggas they say it's all love and it better be (Yuh)
Can't get ahead of me (Whoa)
Whole 'nother level, they ain't on my pedigree
I got the recipe (Recipe)
I had to mix up the song with the melody (Mix it up)
F*ck is you tellin' me? (Tellin' me)
Shawty be choosing to keep her from messing me (Yeah)
Sniper Gang with me like Kodak
Milly got money and you know that (Know that)
Better pay the tab if you owe that (Yeah)
If a nigga start layin' where your ho at
I'm from the north side of Philly my niggas are releasin' shot where your bro at (Shot)
I heard them niggas that's helpin' your hood got depressed when you hear you can't go back (Whoo)

I ain't gotta front, I get what I want
If shawty a baddie, I hit from the front
She got a fattie, I hit from the back
They should have never let me in the sack
Oh yeah
I'm living legend, I swerve in that Lambo like I'm in the pack
Oh yeah
I'm going hard for this paper, they hating, they cuttin' no slack (Get it man, get it man)
Stuck in my ways, chasing this paper, been up for some days
F*cking lil shawty, I let her hang with me, she f*cking amazed
Crib so big, they get to my bedroom, it's f*ckin' a maze
Cut her a check and tell her behave

Right Now Sound
Hitmaka!

You feel the vibe, it's contagious
Look in yo eyes, shit is dangerous
Grateful I had all the patience
I know you going through some changes
You taking pictures, know your angles
Ooh, no we ain't perfect, but we damn close
Ooh, you give me something I can't pay for

No angel, but you got a halo
When it's nights like this, I really wanna be right here
I really wanna take you there (you there)
When it's nights like this, I really wanna be right here (be right here)
I really wanna take you there (you there, baby, yeah, yeah)

It was nights like this, feeling right like this
I never really spent no time like this, huh
The second time at the crib knowing I might not hit
You said, "What I look like?", like my bitch, yeah
Lookin' in your eyes, shit is dangerous
The pussy wet, I call it angel dust
I done put so many diamond chains on you, they get tangled up
I never felt like this, this is strange as f*ck (that's what it's like loving you)
Got yo ex nigga calling, but he can't do much
'Cause you with the kid now
Ella Mai, boo'd up
And all you gotta do is call and watch that Wraith pull up
Under the stars, since they throwin' all that shade on us, facts

You feel the vibe, it's contagious
Look in yo eyes, shit is dangerous
Grateful I had all the patience
I know you going through some changes
You taking pictures, know your angles
Ooh, no we ain't perfect, but we damn close
Ooh, you give me something I can't pay for
That's what it's like loving you

Uh, you feel the vibe, uh
I'm deep inside, yeah
You f*cking me, ooh
I let you ride, yeah
At first you curved me
I let you slide in
Yo hips so curvy, you let me slide in
Ooh, and it was over once I flipped you over
Relation goal, where we come through just like Beyoncé, Hova
This that Hermes money, this ain't no Fashion Nova
You said yo ex had you depressed and I'm just glad that's over
'Cause now you rocking with a real one
And when I'm in it, you be maxin' on a million
And when I hit it back to back, you make me still cum
I know them bitches hating on you, we gon' kill them, that's facts

You feel the vibe, it's contagious
Look in yo eyes, shit is dangerous
Grateful I had all the patience
I know you going through some changes
You taking pictures, know your angles
Ooh, no we ain't perfect, but we damn close
Ooh, you give me something I can't pay for
That's what it's like loving you

Ayy, you know you bad-bad
You know I laugh at these shawty's that try to text back
You from the projects, but so exotic
Just give me all of that pussy, so many options (so many options)
Girl, you got me calling, all these different numbers
Why you being selfish? You know that I want you
You be leaving work and you deserve a Birkin
Girl, you so contagious, damn that shit so dangerous

You feel the vibe, it's contagious
Look in yo eyes, shit is dangerous
Grateful I had all the patience
I know you going through some changes
You taking pictures, know your angles
Ooh, no we ain't perfect, but we damn close
Ooh, you give me something I can't pay for
That's what it's like loving you

Yeah, yeah
I never had a role model
I was loading gold hollows in my little Glock-40
A little shorty, heart colder than December in the morning
And I think it was December when they swarmed me
Nigga's is jealous
F*ck can they tell us
With them dreams they try sell us
Probably why I'm rebellious
To the fraud niggas, I lost niggas when I got paper
It's like more money I made they got faker
And it's crazy when your best friend turn into your top hater
Wanna roll up and smoke you like top paper
Damn, what a feeling when you and you're homie chilling and
You know he got thoughts of probably robbing and killing you
Momma said don't ever, ever let them belittle you
Instead wait for them haters because they'll riddle you
Last year was like a bad year
Even though I touched more paper than a cashier
Small sucker, I ain't never really around squares
They say it levels to this shit, you niggas downstairs
Different floors for different bosses
Different tours on different jets, my niggas saw
Different city with different bitches and different whores
Sometimes I look in the mirror, Meek Milly that shit cold
Look at your arm, check out your neck, look at your charm
And to think my niggas started off with cooking raw
When it was hard the coach told me to get the ball
I step back for the three, watch it go swish and fall
And that was A1, they thinking how we get this far?
We was just down by three and they thought we took a loss
They couldn't deem me like Earl Boykins, I'm sticking soft
Tried to pick me off like ? but I'm Randy Moss
And I ran it all for the touchdown, what now?
Gold AP all bust down, f*ck clowns

My heart getting cold
Then the streets getting colder
They said I would't make it no way
I think my heart getting colder, my heart getting cold
Told them I would make it one day
Young lord knows

Dedicated, de-terminated and disciplined
When Diddy, Hova, and Baby talking I'm listening
When I be in the jungle the Devil be whispering
Slugs flying by me I hear them, they whistling, that was a close call
Stand up nigga so I won't fall
My teacher told me I would never go far
Seen him last week, he was my chauffeur
I was like told y'all
Mommy was a booster, daddy was a shooter
So they couldn't blame me when I went and copped a Ruger
Looking at my homies, see the ghost of Freddy Krueger
'Cause if he catch you sleeping he's going I got your medulla
Oblongata, I'm a father and my son don't see a lot of
If I don't get he'll probably end up with a chopper
In a field out in Philly do you feel me?
Told my momma I won't let these haters kill me
Getting high even though it might derail me
And I won't ever let these bitches see the real me, do you feel me?
Times change like the Rollie did
Now I'm killing these niggas the way that Kobe did

Ayo
It gets f*cked up when your own family start calling you up
Shit, money's the root of all evil
Family start telling you "you acting different nigga"
You're goddamn right I'm acting different
With all this motherf*cking money
But then when it comes from your brother, your sister, your mother, your father
That shit hurts you to the core man
When they start acting like something that you ain't never motherf*cking seen you done grew up motherf*cker
They gave birth to you, know what I'm saying?
You got raised, you done played in the park with them
This money thing, this shit will f*ck you up man
You got to watch what you ask for
You sure you want this son?
You sure you want this money?
You sure you want this fame?
You sure you want this power?
Shit have your own mama talking to you like you ain't shit
Yeah everybody want it, everybody need it, money motherf*ckers
Get money don't stop but I ain't mad at them
Shit, but shit even bosses got feelings you know?
Dear mama, dear papa, family, we're all we got
Don't let this money bring us down
Shit, everybody eats B, everybody eats, everybody eats lets go

Uh, yeah
And we started off as kids, stomach's touching our ribs
And them streets all night like we ain't have nowhere to live
I remember somedays we ain't have nothing but live
Thirty thousand was the tab and you ain't have nothing to give
I ain't trip, I ain't trip, I pour bottles, I ain't sip
I let niggas shine bright, you still act like I ain't shit?
Let you have them little hoes, they was all on my dick
And you main wanted to f*ck me nigga, I ain't hit
Twenty chains, eight watches, can't fit on my wrist
When I speak about them things I never said it's my shit
I said it's ours nigga and when you're ready we're gonna ball nigga
Like Kobe Bryant, Meta Peace and Gasol nigga
But i know just what I saw nigga
It was envious, you looked sideways and I remembered it
The reason that my heart's cold now on some December shit
You used to give thanks for giving on some November shit
Talking about the twenty-fifth, matter of fact the twenty-sixth
Maybe it's the twenty-eighth, f*ck it though my money's straight
And as long Pop is probably smiling
I'ma be on airplane mode flier than a pilot
I've seen it, I've seen it
Jealousy in your eyes, I swear that look was deceiving
And I was surprised man I ain't want to believe it
You said you would ride but shit I know you ain't mean it
But yeah nigga I've seen it

My heart getting cold
Then the streets getting colder
They said I would't make it no way
I think my heart getting colder, my heart getting cold
Told them I would make it one day
Young lord knows