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Meek Mill - Dreams Worth More Than Money Album Lyrics



Meek Mill - Dreams Worth More Than Money Lyrics






Lord Knows

[Tory Lanez:]
All I wanted was a new Mercedes
Bending off the corner whipping out the lot, I got it
Women love me but the niggas hate it
But how can I lose when I came from the bottom
Lord knows, nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows
Nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows
Nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows

[Meek Mill:]
Lord knows I'm filthy rich
All this ice is like 50 bricks
Rap niggas throwing hissy fits
I give my b**ch a stack just for a Christmas gift
My b**ch so bad she on my Christmas list
Remember I prayed I really wished for this
To get the crib with the maid and with the picket fence
I with some niggas that remember we took some risks for this
I'm talking risky business flick the wrist
Lord knows that I repent for this
But Lord knows that if I get penned for this
I prolly won't get home until I'm 56
They said I'm the Messiah, you rappers is liars
I sign up at church just to rap at the choir
They spit my new verse at your wake while you're lying
The middle of the church at your wake, no I'm lying
I just came from jail, ain't do no crying
They put me through hell, sharpened my iron
I did my push-ups and roared with the lions
Like hold up, from balling I'm tired
I'm back in this b**ch and I'm back on my sh*t
Man they tell me be humble I'm cocky as hell
Shout out my b**ches that answered my calls
When I called to collect cause it got me through hell
Shout out that judge that denied me my bail
It made me smarter and made me go harder
They locked me up and slowed my album up but I did not give up
Cause I knew I would prevail
Came in the game Philly as sh*t
Look at these rappers they silly as sh*t
I do not know why they be gassing these suckers
But f**k 'em because I am not feeling their sh*t
Difference between me and most of these rappers
I'm talking about work that I really put in
Talking about pistols I put on my hip
And I'm talking about foreigns I really could whip
That I really done drove
Really was froze in my hood and these b**ches I really did hit
Really was chose came up from nothing
And now they like how he make millions so quick
I'm in the back and it feel like a sofa
I done seen b**ches I'm f**kin' on Oprah
In my new mansion I feel like I'm Sosa
A brick on the table ain't sniffing no coca
No way

[Tory Lanez:]
All I wanted was a new Mercedes
Bending off the corner, whipping out the lot, I got it
Women love me but the niggas hate it
But how can I lose when I came from the bottom?
Lord knows, nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows
Nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows
Nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows

[Meek Mill:]
Niggas can't see me with binoculars on
Back of the Maybach, shottas on
And all my niggas keep choppers on
Don't reach round me that's a chopper zone
Every time you be on count, what the topic on?
250 thou what I dropped it on
See y'all think it's a game 'til Fox be on
Seeing then momma picking out boxes for 'em
I want everything got my own boxers on
Own headphones to get my popping on
I got my own Pumas that I designed 'em for 'em
Steady moving on these niggas get my boxing on
All I ever hear from niggas what they prolly doing
But they be really talkin' 'bout what I be doing
All black Rottweiler that Givenchy on
Drop top Rolls Royce but the top is on
And the windows down like see y'all later
Mirror tint on that b**ch so you could see y'all hating
Champagne cork pop like we all made it
Ya'll looking from the sideline we all hate it
Money don't make it real
Don't give a f**k if its 80 mil, pussy
And just cause you got a Bentley
That Bentley won't make you thorough, pussy
Still hating me from my city
I'm thinking is they for real, pussies
Cause all I got to say is kill
They'll come in like Navy Seals
That's word to my momma, I promise I ain't doing no block
And we shoot at you robbers and kill all you f**k niggas talking
Lately I've been on this money
Don't run it back up just to come and put you in a coffin
I heard you said you was running this city
I seen you in traffic and you was just walking
Niggas be popping that sh*t like they with it
When niggas start hitting all you did was talk it, you pussy

[Tory Lanez:]
All I wanted was a new Mercedes
Bending off the corner, whipping out the lot, I got it
Women love me but the niggas hate it
But how can I lose when I came from the bottom?
Lord knows, nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows
Nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows
Nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows
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Writer: ROBERT WILLIAMS, DANIEL GUILLERMO GONZALEZ, DAYSTAR PETERSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group




Classic

[Swizz Beatz:]
Oh it's hot outside man
Meek Millys coming daddy

[Meek Mill:]
Hundred for the walkthrough I'm not who you talk to
Drive by wet you up, nigga thats a carpool
Spitting all this hot shit, every single bar cool
Diamonds in the rollie face, animated cartoon
Call me Meek Milly I don't play that shit
Got me on my nappy braids before the Maybach clique
Riding in the wheels of fortune, Pat Sajak shit
And all I rock is Balmain like I made that shit
I've been, front row fashion week
Looking like I'm in the show
Sitting in the foreign leather, softer than a dinner roll
Make a movie on your bitch, tell her friend to get a role
You thought she was innocent
We laughing like she been a ho
Chopping up those benzos
Me yo bitch in the friend zone
She told you I was friendzoned, what?
I'm in the endzone
Touchdown with a 2 point conversion
Give her that dick long
She busting like the clip long
Uber to send your bitch home nigga

[Swizz Beats:]
I got a fever bitch, hot outside I got a fever bitch
Feeling sick I gotta fever bitch
In these philly streets situations is
Police ain't respecting the youth and
The youth ain't respecting the truth and
The Glock 9 on me in the booth and
All I talk is that real shit the truth and

[Meek Mill:]
The money turned your bitch into a gold digger
The money got me feeling like the old Jigga
And Jigga even told me you a cold nigga
They ain't believe me I was broke
But I showed niggas and I told niggas
That I would dispose niggas
Went to buy a pair of sneaks
Landed at the rawest dealer
Brand new paper tag
Haters never made me mad
You get at your baby momma
I'm flyer than her baby dad
Looking at my neck
What that cost? Hundred-eighty cash
Looking at my bitch, she remind me of a Stacey Dash
We was selling rock before Kareem Biggs, Dame and Dash
Oh you think you fly with your lil' dream chasin' ass?
We don't chase bitches, we chase money and that (D'ussé)
Cause when you get money, the hoes do whatever you say
Riding in a drop head, Phantom with the toupe
And if you're just hearing this, then it's probably too late

[Swizz Beats:]
I got a fever bitch, hot outside I got a fever bitch
Feeling sick I gotta fever bitch
In these philly streets situations is
Police ain't respecting the youth and
The youth ain't respecting the truth and
The Glock 9 on me in the coupe and
All I talk is that real shit the truth and

Meek Milly
Mack Milly
Get smacked silly
Come to Philly
Come see it live in direct
You know it, God dammit
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Writer: Jeremih Felton, Kasseem Dean, Robert Williams, Shondrae Crawford
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management, HEYDAY MEDIA GROUP LLC




Jump Out The Face

[Future:]
I just took a perc now I'm on another level
Tasting on the molly got me dancing with the devil
Poured a 8th of Kobe Bryant mixing purple with the yellow
Got these racks on demand its hard to keep this shit together

[Future:]
Jump out the Rari then jump out the Wraith
Then I hop in Margiela then hop in some Bape
Then jump out the face, then jump out the face
Money gon' stack and this money gon' fall
(Meek Mill)

[Meek Mill:]
Came from the hood now we jump out of states
Peep all these diamonds they jump out the face
Ducking indictments and selling this white
Got to watch for these niggas they'll jump on your case
(Watch all these niggas, these niggas be playing)
And none of this money don't come out the safe
F*ck with my dawg knock a chunk out ya face
Nigga I be so high I could jump out to space
What the f*ck did I say?

[Future:]
I be so fly, I just done shoot down my cape
Went and bought me a safe and it came with a Wraith
Got some new money went and bought me a K
You see all them VV's jump out the face
Put that dope in the trap and cook up me a cake
We fly to Cuba to f*ck up some mula
Pour up some pour up my nigga we boolin'
Young nigga pull up in Bentleys, I'm boolin'
I'm taking your ho from you cause she was choosy
I keep them shooters on deck I approve it
Get me a truck of them things I'll move it
VVS cuts on my wrist suicidal
I stay lit up with that flawless on fire
I spend it all with my niggas let's get it
Get out your feelings young nigga let's get it
I got stars on my ceiling

[Future:]
Jump out the Rari then jump out the Wraith
Then I hop in Margiela then hop in some Bape
Then jump out the face, then jump out the face
Money gon' stack and this money gon' fall

[Meek Mill:]
I've been peeping you niggas been watching my moves
Watching my stacks and my shoes
When everybody did the Gucci and Louis
We was on Jimmy Choos
2012 when we did the Giuseppes,Margielas was cool
When you lil niggas was worried about Jordans
We was rocking them Loubs
If I got to lose it's not by the rules
Get hit with that chopper knock right out your shoes
Shawty so proper she look like a goddess
When I dip inside her them jet like a pool
I bought some Rarris and I bought some Phantoms
And then dropped the ceilings like I dropped out of school
Still will pull up on you hop out with goons
Thirty-two shots let it pop out the tool

[Future:]
I just took a perc now I'm on another level
Tasting on the molly got me dancing with the devil
Poured 8th of Kobe Bryant mixing purple with the yellow
Got these racks on demand hard to keep this shit together

[Future:]
Jump out the Rari then jump out the Wraith
Then I hop in Margiela then hop in some Bape
Then jump out the face, then jump out the face
Money gon' stack and this money gon' fall
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Writer: Joshua Howard Luellen, Leland Tyler Wayne, Nayvadius Wilburn, Robert Rihmeek Williams
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.




All Eyes On You

[ Featuring Nicki Minaj, Chris Brown ]

[Chris Brown:]
Baby, is you drunk cause you had enough?
Are you here lookin' for love? Ohh
Got the club goin' crazy
All these bitches, but my eyes on you
Is you somebody's baby?
If you ain't, girl what we gon' do?
If you gon' need it, baby
Give it all up for you right now
We got the club goin' crazy
All eyes on you

[Meek Mill:]
She was the baddest, I was the realest
We was the flyest, up in the building
We was countin' this money, lovin' the feelin'
Look at you now, in love with a hitta
But now it's all eyes on me, and it all lies on me
To say somethin' to your pretty ass
Some hood shit, like "what you looking at?"
Cause I'm good for that, Birkin bags, I'm good for that
Might just be your plug for that
You might fall in love with that, got love for that
What's your name? Who you with?
Where you from? You the shit
Choose and pick, get the right one
All these chicks, got to like one
All these hit you, got to like one
All these bottles, got to like some
All these models, got the right one
What you gon' do? Hide or run?

[Chris Brown:]
Baby, is you drunk cause you had enough?
Are you here lookin' for love? Ohh
Got the club goin' crazy
All these bitches, but my eyes on you
Is you somebody's baby?
If you ain't, girl what we gon' do?
If you don't need it, baby
Give it all up for you right now
We got the club goin' crazy
All eyes on you

[Nicki Minaj (Meek Mill):]
He was the realest, I was the baddest, we was the illest
When he approached me, I said, "Yo what the deal is?"
In and out them dealers, rockin' chinchillas
I got him in the back of that 'bach, I think he catchin' feelings
Now it's all eyes on us, and this all lies on trust
And if them bitches wanna trip, tell 'em they tour guides on us
This kitty cat on reclusive, he duck, duckin' them gooses
I put him on to that new new, now he only f*ck with exclusives
He's like (What's your name?) My name Nick
(Where you from?) New York in this bitch
(Choose and pick) You got the right one
All them hoes, ain't nothin' like them
Nigga you know you'd never wife them
None of them niggas ain't never hit this
Still at the top of all their hit lists
What they gon' do? Meek and Nick

[Chris Brown (Nicki Minaj):]
Baby, is you drunk cause you had enough?
Are you here lookin' for love? Ohh
Got the club goin' crazy
(All these hittas, but my eyes on you
Is you somebody's baby?
If you ain't, boy what we gon' do?)
If you don't need it, baby
Give it all up for you right now
We got the club goin' crazy
All eyes on you

[Meek Mill (Nicki Minaj):]
She was the baddest (He was the realest)
We was the flyest (We was the illest)
I was the realest (I was the baddest)
We was the flyest, up in the buildin'
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Writer: Kevin Cossom, Khaled Mohammed Khaled, Onika Tanya Maraj, Christopher Wallace, Andre Davidson, Sean Winston Davidson, Alexander Joseph Delicata, Christopher Maurice Brown, Robert Williams, Daniel Clive Morris
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Verse One Media LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




The Trillest

Was the money good?
Was em bitches bad? Was they f*ckin' good?
Did your hood show you love? Did the hoes say you fly?
If your friends say you're loyal, throw your rollies in the sky
For the trillest, for the trillest
As the champagne pours and the campaign roars
And the lights shine bright every night they applaud for the trillest

See my momma cry too many tears
And we been broke like too many years
It ain't too many kids, a couple homies, there ain't too many there
And they all gotta eat, they got too many kids
To many kids with no fathers, doing too many bids
Too many bids, judge gave 'em kids too many years
As soon as you get that money, that's as soon they appear
Sue me, you owe something, they assuming you'll share
And yeah, I've been losin' touch with my family, it ain't the same
I should've gave my sister some money, but I made it rain
I should've hit the crib with my son and played a game
But instead I ended up at the jeweller to make a chain
It's a sad saying when you make money it make you change
Like four quarters, the fourth quarter, I make a lane
Shit, I had to walk forward they talkin' 'bout takin' trains
And takin' planes, I put the work in and made the name
But the question is

Was the money good?
Was them bitches bad? Was they f*ckin' good?
Did your hood show you love? Did the hoes say you fly?
If your friends say you're loyal, throw your rollies in the sky
For the trillest, for the trillest
As the champagne pours and the campaign roars
And the lights shine bright every night they applaud for the trillest

I never wanted to be like Mike, I wanted to be like Mitch
Now all the lil niggas wanna be like this
I wear my chain in any city, let you see my shit
Cause I earned that, it's on me, I'mma keep my shit
I got blood on my money, ether in my soul
Do you know the feeling durin' Easter with no clothes?
Now it's stars in the ceiling, bringing ether out the rose
With the curtains on the windows, I'm just peekin' at my ghost
Money made me iller, already was realer
Young kings killin' young kings over skrilla
That's why I ride around mac on me like I was Miller
Or Reggie when I shoot for that three
They drop fetty, that's good money
Come to my city, we talk heavy and die young
When we get some paper, we cop Prezis and ride rim
20 inch rims for the dope boy
Sellin' that coke boy, trappin' on your note boy
Got that buy it all money, f*ck I need a note for!?
In them school hallways, "f*ck I need a note for!?"
We ain't wanna go to class, we was sellin' coke raw
The principal was coppin' too, hit him with a snowball

Was the money good?
Was them bitches bad? Was they f*ckin' good?
Did your hood show you love? Did the hoes say you fly?
If your friends say you're loyal, throw your rollies in the sky
For the trillest, for the trillest
As the champagne pours and the campaign roars
And the lights shine bright every night they applaud for the trillest

Lookin' for the intro
I was at the dealer lookin' for another Benzo
Matching kicks with my Kenzo, young nigga
Heart of a lion, hungry as hippo
When I was on my last, nobody ain't tell me shit though
Flow slicker than Crisco, niggas talkin', I get low
Do my thing, they jump back, know how that shit go
And they say I'm arrogant
I'm still eatin' steak with the asparagus
When I get that money like I married it
1 milly, 2 milly, 3 milly, buried it
Since they say I'm underground, I run that bitch like Harriet
Rolls Royce pushin' real slow like a chariot
Pull up on them niggas that doubted me, shit embarrassin'
I'mma real nigga with money, never cherish it
You a fake niggas with money, it's no comparison
Told me that I couldn't get signed when I was rappin' it
And told me I couldn't do songs when I was battlin'
They told me that I couldn't be trapper, I started trapping' it
Never listen to 'em, oh well, shit is immaculate
I'mma just go sit up in this Bach again
Smoke the weed and laugh at them
Make a couple million by accident
Couple niggas dropped on Twitter, they say they back again
Couple months later on Twitter they say us laxative
Shitted on 'em, Nicki voice, did it on 'em Benjamins
Plently of 'em Benjamins, semi on him and he on a
Whole 'nother level from before now
Tell my niggas when I see a hundred mil its going down
When I made my first mil, I was like "it's on now"
Then I made my second mil, money on the floor now
Then I made my third mil, I'm like "I need more now?"
I got in my zone and that money started pourin' down
Every time I hit the booth, microphone torn down
We couldn't get a pair of Pumas, we up in the store now, bitches!
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Writer: Juan F. Peters, Robert Rihmeek Williams
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., GREAT SOUTH BAY MUSIC GROUP INC




R.I.C.O.

(Feat. Drake)

[Drake:]
Views, views, views

[Drake:]
Old ways, new women, gotta keep 'em balanced
The girl of your dreams, to me is probably not a challenge
I've been counted out so many times I couldn't count it
Funny how now my accountant is havin' trouble tryna count it
To the people that think that I owe you shit
Payback's a bitch and you know that shit
Y'all niggas gettin' too old for this
Please don't think nobody notices
I've been up for way too many days
Y'all sleepin' off on me anyway
Y'all don't be doin' shit anyway
Y'all are not true to this anyway
OVO, East End, Reps Up, we might just get hit with the R.I.C.O
Everyone home for the summer, so let's not do nothing illegal
I go make 50 million then I give some millions to my people
They gon' go Tony Montana and then cop them some Shaq at the free throws
But they're from the way fam, there's not much to say fam
They told me to tell you your mans just some wastemens
And stay in your place fam
My dad is from Memphis, and I'm the king
I should probably just move in to Graceland
Madonna's is a ting I know it and I'm the king of pop
I'm building Never-Never Land
How you hate me when I never met the man
We might just get hit with the R.I.C.O.

[Meek Mill:]
Cause we in the field with them birds like we play for the Eagles
I'm on probation so let me not talk what's illegal
Switch it up
Today I woke up with my dream girl she as rich as a Beatle
For my teachers that said I wouldn't make it here
I spend a day what you make a year
I had to drop this to make it clear
That I got it loud like Jamaican here
All theses choppers poppin', niggas wildin', violence, why we even got to take it here
Why we even got to play these games
Run up on me catch a facial hair
Its the Chasers what you thought
I come through my block like I'm Rico
Poppin' a wheelie no squealie can't talk to the cops that's illegal
I was like Rich Porter no double crossing on my peoples
I take an M to the table and split it with my niggas equal
I'm back on that hood shit
Ya that wish you would shit
I'm talking that cross you that fade you fourth quarter like Jordan we back on that bull shit
We came up from nothing we started on list who most wanted, but now its the Forbes list
We really was doing shit
I can hear echoes from feds on this beat from informants
I think they recording
Shhhh listen you hear that

[Drake:]
We might just get hit with the R.I.C.O.
We might just get hit with the R.I.C.O.
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Writer: Anderson Hernandez, Aubrey Graham, Kevin Gomringer, Robert Williams, Tim Gomringer
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




I Got The Juice

Rather eat crumbs with bums 'fore I split my steak with you snake ass niggas
I rather stay down with my day ones 'fore I come around you fake ass niggas
I rather have a broke real bitch 'fore I ever deal with y'all fake ass bitches
And I ain't with the flooding on the 'gram I don't really f*ck with you, don't take my picture nigga
Posted on the corner with a 40 on my hip, Godzilla
We was getting to it when they hit my nigga Dean, that's when shit got realer
I was on the Southside really outside got guns got killers
Started from the bottom of the bottom now its bottles popping in the sky villa
Catch a body, be a body
I'm from where you couldn't talk you ain't be about it
I ain't really with the talkin', let's be G about it
When we catch you niggas slipping we gon' see about it
And these niggas get to talking like they know me
Finna turn me to the old me
Should've listened to my momma when she told me
Now these bitches throwing pussy cause they owe me

I got the juice, nigga I got the juice
Nigga I got the juice when I hop out the coupe
When I hop out the coupe
Real niggas I'mma salute
Cause I got the juice, I got the juice
Nigga I got the juice, she popping pussy
Like I'm Uncle Luke
Cause I got the juice

Counting million dollars gon' f*ck something
Put an eight up in my Phantom I don't want none
Nigga looking I don't tuck nothing
My nigga Ernie got thirty trying to slump something
I'm in the car ass only and the truck coming
Yeah, patna, come dump somethin'
Bust them up we don't tuck nothing
Take a bird to the table we don't front nothing
I'm a north nigga at the end of the day
Gun butt a nigga with the end of the K
Kick you in your ass and send you away
Don't come around here like your niggas are safe
Cause all my hittas going bllllrrrt stick 'em
F*ck if you with 'em
Its money and murder if you f*ck with my niggas
You come to my city I f*cked all them bitches
I f*cked all them bitches cause

I got the juice, nigga I got the juice
Nigga I got the juice when I hop out the coupe
When I hop out the coupe
Real niggas I'mma salute
Cause I got the juice, I got the juice
Nigga I got the juice, she popping pussy
Like I'm Uncle Luke
Cause I got the juice

All she ever wanted was a trap nigga
Every time you ever saw me I was strapped nigga
Getting blunted in the back nigga
No this ain't a 550, this a Bach, nigga
Nigga prolly spend you car money on your act nigga
Couple band 5 racks nigga
You caught beefing where you at nigga
You caught beefing when we clap niggas

I got the juice, nigga I got the juice
Nigga I got the juice when I hop out the coupe
Load up the chopper screaming R.I.P. Snupe
Bout to pop out the roof cause I got the juice
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Writer: Daveon Lamont Jackson, Robert Rihmeek Williams, Ronald N. La Tour
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Ambitionz

My ambition as a rider
Yeah, it's my ambition as a rider
Yeah, it's my ambition as a rider
Hey, it's my ambition as a rider

Rolling, joking, smoking, thinking how I got here
Looking, loading toasters, pussy you was not there
Holding, never folding, we was on the top 10
Shackled to our ankles it was like a nightmare
You ever wash out your drawers on the same water you shit?
Doing your push ups right on the floor where you piss?
Cellmates with niggas that went to war with the strips
You got to rumble from night time down to the morning and shit
I tried to tell them
Forever label me felon
Clutchin' that pistol, God made me rebellious
F*ck with them niggas, teach you a lesson
Fingers on triggers, meet Smith and Wesson
I seen pussy niggas turn on me
Throw the money let it burn on 'em
If I feel like he a threat I put a bird on him
And my young hittas will swerve on him

My ambition as a rider
Oh, yeah, my ambition as a rider
Oh, yeah, my ambition as a rider
Oh, yeah, its my ambition as a rider

Money the root of evil, wait 'til them shooters see you
Lurkin in Grand Marquises, scopin' on you, your people
Made a movie with niggas, murder and you the sequel
Bullets gon' riddle you, they gon' use two to feed you
Momma gonna pull the plug, head big as Hey Arnold's full of blood
Smell the death in the air when we pullin' up
Bullets go B-B-BRRRR, fill 'em up
Bloody murder hollow tips out the clip
I repent when I murder opposites
Pick and roll, stop and pick
I reload, spin the corner, drop the shit
And we need no evidence for residents to grief 'bout
Them sluggies hit you nigga, breathe out
And keep your eyes open 'til you start to wheeze out
We wipe your mothaf*ckin' team out

My ambition as a rider
Oh, yeah, my ambition as a rider
Oh, yeah, my ambition as a rider
Oh, yeah, its my ambition as a rider
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Writer: Tupac Amaru Shakur, Delmar Drew Arnaud, Matthew Jehu Samuels, Robert Rihmeek Williams
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Pullin Up

[The Weeknd:]
We wanted the world baby
That's why we ended how we ended
We chose to live how we live
Well now you found the one, baby
And you ain't tryna see nobody but him
Nobody but him
Ooh, ooh
But I know you well
Ooh, ooh
Girl I know you well

[The Weeknd:]
Tell your man wait inside when I'm pullin up
Tell your man wait inside when I'm pullin up
When I'm pullin up, when I'm pullin up, when I'm pullin up
When I'm pullin up, when I'm pullin up, when I'm pullin up

[Meek Mill:]
Pull up on ya, put it on ya
F*ck you in the car, if he looking for you
Seen you with your man and said, "What up to ya"
Like you ain't give me that work
It was California, 5 in the morning
I was plottin' on ya, we was hot as sauna
Tryna pop up on ya and f*ck you good on that Purp
We linkin' up gettin' faded
We fell in love and we made it
We only f*cked we never dated
Come get your lady
Holly told me she skated
That pussy was good as Crustaceans
I'm in the latest
She ride the D like Mercedes
I might just call her Mercedes
Rockin' Margiela I might just act like a mason
Don't tell nobody you my baby
She fell in love with the real
Now she don't f*ck with the fakers
Me and her nigga was sharing a home
I'm talking like Clippers and Lakers
And she get the D from her favorite
That pussy got me going crazy
I know that these niggas gon' hate it
But we only trip when we trip to Jamaica
Just tell 'em

[The Weeknd:]
Tell your man wait inside when I'm pullin up
Tell your man wait inside when I'm pullin up
When I'm pullin up, when I'm pullin up, when I'm pullin up
When I'm pullin up, when I'm pullin up, when I'm pullin up

[Meek Mill:]
Pullin' up on that new thang
Mulsanne and my boo thang
And she's a dime like who's saying
And we kick shit, Liu Kang
Chun-Li, is only one me
I'm like Bun B how I screw things
Front stroke, back stroke
I came, you came
And your main nigga ain't f*ckin' with me
He ain't f*ckin' with me
Tell that nigga go wait inside
When I pull up on you, you coming with me
Talk dirty, you say its mines
You say its mine when I'm coming in it
Broke boys don't deserve pussy
Therefore, you ain't f*cking with her
I'mma be there when that nigga get fly
Soon as he slippin, I'm making you mine
Buy you a rollie to make up for time
And flood it all out to make sure you shine girl
I never waited in line, girl
Let me just take you to my world
Soon as that nigga stop frontin' on you
You get the D from behind, girl

[The Weeknd:]
Tell your man wait inside when I'm pullin up
Tell your man wait inside when I'm pullin up
When I'm pullin up, when I'm pullin up, when I'm pullin up
When I'm pullin up, when I'm pullin up, when I'm pullin up

[The Weeknd:]
Na na na na nah
When I'm pullin up, when I'm pullin up, when I'm pullin up
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Writer: Danny Schofield, Ben Diehl, Abel Tesfaye, Carlo Montagnese, Robert Rihmeek Williams
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Check

Counting all this money with my brothers
I've been counting all this money with my brothers
And I'mma get money motherf*cker

Look at these at all these young niggas flexing from the bottom
We just want the money the respect and all the power
The money and the power f*cking up a check
Check, check, check, check
These bitches f*cking for a check
Check, check, check, check

Look at these at all these young niggas flexing from the bottom
Jumping out them Rari's nigga do we have a problem
They say we ain't bout it wonder why they never tried us
We be flexing on the bitches and be cutting on the robbers
F*cking up them 36's with 30 bitches
No love for them dirty niggas we pouring liquor
The way we ball they know we richer
I feel like Richard, put her on pay fo
Get that G like 30 pictures
Look at all these young niggas, looking like we robbed the plug nigga
I only shop if its in blood nigga
And hold that chopper like a grudge nigga

Look at these at all these young niggas flexing from the bottom
We just want the money the respect and all the power
The money and the power f*cking up a check
Check, check, check, check
These bitches f*cking for a check
Check, check, check, check

Count up that money they know we balling for sure
We stack them fifties and hundreds and leave the ones on the floor
I tell her get what you wanted I bet she coming for sure
Them bad bitches be flocking soon as we come in the door
Young Philly nigga f*ck a check up on your main ho
Busting down the Rollie diamond dealing like a rainbow
I do what I want to I go places that you can't go
Leaning in my motherf*cking Phantom like a Kangol
I f*ck all my bitches on the jet, jet, jet, jet
You f*ck all your hoes and pay a check, check, check, check
She could bless the kid out of respect, pect, pect, pect
Let her count the money now she wet, wet, wet, wet

Look at these at all these young niggas flexing from the bottom
We just want the money the respect and all the power
The money and the power f*cking up a check
Check, check, check, check
These bitches f*cking for a check
Check, check, check, check

Look at all these young niggas, drug dealers
Lookin' like we came up on the plug nigga
Pick that f*ck that check up in the club
And then buy your bitch a bag straight out of love nigga
I'm talking young niggas, drug dealers
Swerving in the Phantom sipping mud nigga
This the hit they love nigga

Look at these at all these young niggas flexing from the bottom
We just want the money the respect and all the power
The money and the power f*cking up a check
Check, check, check, check
These bitches f*cking for a check
Check, check, check, check
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Writer: JASON ANDRE MCDERMOTT, ISRA ANDJA-DIUMI LOHATA, ANDREW JOHN MCHUGH, JEROME WILLIAMS
Copyright: Lyrics © TUNECORE INC, TuneCore Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Been That

I been that nigga 'fore the money and the fame
I been that nigga 'fore the diamonds and the chain
I been that nigga 'fore the foreigns and the clothes
I been that nigga on the corner with the most
I been that nigga, I been that nigga
My dog a shooter please don't make me send that nigga
I been that nigga, I been that nigga
If he keep talking I'll make him pin that nigga

I been that nigga on the corner nappy braids and selling hard
Now I pull up on 'em bitches got them texting oh my god
I got bitches out in Paris that be texting "ooh la la"
I hit back like "Who this" she hit back, you forgot
Real niggas gone link up but my H-town pouring drink up
Just me and Junior in the brinks truck
Doing all this shit we ain't think of
Trying to wild out cause we cranked up
I'm blue-dottin that pink stuff
Maraj putting that pussy on me
Ten bands throw her mink up
I got money all in my mind ho
What do you think think I grind for?
Condoms all in my condo
Pocket change what you signed for?
My niggas my niggas
My niggas my hitters, we finna get richer
I'm talking about bigger and bigger
They stealing my swag just look at my pictures

I been that nigga 'fore the money and the fame
I been that nigga 'fore the diamonds and the chain
I been that nigga 'fore the foreigns and the clothes
I been that nigga on the corner with the most
I been that nigga, I been that nigga
My dog a shooter please don't make me send that nigga
I been that nigga, I been that nigga
If he keep talking I'll make him pin that nigga

[Rick Ross:]
Blew a half a kilo on my cuban link to watch it swing
No short, baking soda standing at the sink
Swerving in my wraith I should just pull up at the church
Have these niggas playing on me devils wish it was a hearse
In my all black shades, motherf*cking Ray Charles
I used to mop the floors now who the motherf*cking boss?
I been that nigga that could get em by the two's
Snow white, no spikes, two stacks for my loubs
You a fool for your wifey and I passed her to my crew
Coke white, sour creme, butter all in my coupe
Put my dogs on celery, you see we all be blowing loud
Chopper still might judge a jury I could take this bitch to trial

I been that nigga 'fore the money and the fame
I been that nigga 'fore the diamonds and the chain
I been that nigga 'fore the foreigns and the clothes
I been that nigga on the corner with the most
I been that nigga, I been that nigga
My dog a shooter please don't make me send that nigga
I been that nigga, I been that nigga
If he keep talking I'll make him pin that nigga
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Day Matthew William, Scruggs Joshua, Williams Robert, Yildirim Ozan
Copyright: Lyrics © SC PUBLISHING DBA SECRETLY CANADIAN PUB., BMG Rights Management




Bad For You

(Feat. Nicki Minaj)

[Nicki Minaj:]
You bring a feeling to me I never show
Nobody has made me feel this way before
I'mma good girl
But I wanna be bad for you
I wanna be bad for you
I wanna be bad-ad-ad
I wanna be bad for you
I wanna be bad

[Meek Mill:]
And they say bad girls ain't no good
Good girls ain't no fun
I still can't find a nigga that touch that, no one
And I ain't searching for it
Never trust but I'm working on it
Fell in love with that raw game
Swimming pool you surfing on it
Like 'yonce do the surfboard, surfboard
They still think you a church girl
We linking up on your days off
And I still give you that work girl
Like work, twerk
Throw it like that video, wanted that for a long time
Cool with it I get it though
First year we both fronted
We had feelings we didn't show
Second year we couldn't hide it
Funny part they didn't know
How could something that's so wrong feel so right?
But who to tell you this wrong though? this your life
Word up

[Nicki Minaj:]
You bring a feeling to me I never show
Nobody has made me feel this way before
I'mma good girl
But I wanna be bad for you
I wanna be bad for you
I wanna be bad-ad-ad
I wanna be bad for you
I wanna be bad

[Meek Mill:]
We f*cking up the city, going hard every night
Players hating on us, you know lord they ain't right
Cause I broke a lot of hearts, ain't do them girls right
But you broke hearts too, but that boy ain't fight
So they don't deserve it, it feel like it's perfect
I'm loving your style the way you preserve it
You look at my eyes and see what's inside
You know that it's pride and know that I'm worth it
But said I ain't ready, baby I'm ready
Really I'm ready I'm ready like never before
I'mma just give you a key to my heart
You'll be the first that I let in the door
I used to hear that you flirt with them guys
They never would score
All you would hear about me was the women
Ain't trust them before
You know what you're doing, f*ck what they said
You know what we on, when we in bed it's like we on stage
And I got the mic so let me perform
Sing it

[Nicki Minaj:]
You bring a feeling to me I never show
Nobody has made me feel this way before
I'mma good girl
But I wanna be bad for you
I wanna be bad for you
I wanna be bad-ad-ad
I wanna be bad for you
I wanna be bad
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Robert Williams, Onika Tanya Maraj, Ben Diehl, Khaled Khaled, Hugo Stuart Gruzman, James Nathan Lyell, Julian Thomas Hamilton
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., BMG Rights Management




Stand Up

[Meek Mill (DJ Khaled):]
When you go out, you want an obituary or a documentary?
Which one you want Khaled?
(I want money)
A documentary, right?
(I want that too!)
We gotta make movies

Bright lights attracted bad bitches
And attracted to mad niggas
Whoever thought lil' ol' Meek Milly'd pass Jigga?
I'm just thinkin' a tad bigger
You niggas talk fly, only fly at your last picture
And you look like the last pitcher
I just hit a home run, on clash with us
And this money, murder, power, comin' for the ass, nigga, ass, niggas
Last nigga, there were cemeteries diggin' grass, nigga
The obituary leaves the last scripture
Mama said he was a good kid, thinkin' would kid
I signed my deal with my AP on
In the drop top with the AC on
Stuntin' with Cash Money, get my Baby on
No, never f*ck a chick that got Bakers on
Or no Michael Kors
I'm on the same shit that Mike was on
Jordan, Jackson, Tyson on
I've seen niggas your type twice before
I'm in that white velour, look at the flights I bought
These mothaf*ckin' hoes got a right to raw
When a young real nigga light the floor
Hundred black bottles, man that's lights galore
Before Tom was Ford, I'm talkin' Honda Accord
Lookin' for a plug, tryna find the cord
Niggas gettin' shot tryna find the Lord
This bust down Rollie say the time is yours
I get my grindin' on
Like rude girl in the reggae, it was mayday
Started with a water gun until I got an AK
Kids in the projects when we was by the bay, bay
Kids with the Pyrex, I hit it first, Ray J

When the lights low, and the show starts
And the champagne spill on your bow tie
And your dawg change up, playin' both sides
No it won't stop, when the dope stop
When the fed rush in the dope spot
And your main man tell 'em how the coke drop
How he rain danced with me by the boat dock
I know when he did that, I bet that your ghost drop
I hope that you stand up
Young nigga just man up
I'm just hopin' you stand up
Young nigga just man up
I just hope that you man up and don't give the fam up
I just hope that you man up and don't give the fam up
Real nigga for life

As the rain drop, drop on the pavement
I came through my hood Mulsanne'n
On the block all night like I ain't famous
I still run with the same niggas I came with
Where I came from, when I came in
We eatin' lobster and steak from Top Ramen
Oodles n'Oodles, when you're hungry them killers'll do you
And when you're gettin' to that money them people pursue you
The Feds lurkin', the streets watchin'
Them hoes talkin', like "he got it"
And he nervous, cause we plottin'
We call that boy for a burner and we rob him
Like Batman, pussy niggas gettin' backhand
Talkin' to the people you a at man
Half rack, we got more ghosts than Pac-Man
And for that paper we be grindin' like a lapdance
Get the money young nigga
Get the money, never fold, cause they comin' young nigga
When the feds get to rushin', better not tell on young nigga
Don't be selfish young nigga, just man up, don't give the fam up
Facin' 20 years when they added them grams up
Plus 5 more, he got booked with a handgun
And now he in the courtroom, givin' his mans up
Rat ass nigga

When the lights low, and the show starts
And the champagne spill on your bow tie
And your dawg change up, playin' both sides
No it won't stop, when the dope stop
When the fed rush in the dope spot
And your main man tell 'em how the coke drop
How he rain danced with me by the boat dock
I know when he did that, I bet that your ghost drop
I hope that you stand up
Young nigga just man up
I'm just hopin' you stand up
Young nigga just man up
I just hope that you man up and don't give the fam up
I just hope that you man up and don't give the fam up
Real nigga for life
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Writer: Nathaniel Hills, Marcella Araica, Robert Williams
Copyright: Lyrics © RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC




Cold Hearted

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
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Writer: Sean Combs, Robert Williams, Ozan Yildrim
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Songtrust Ave




My Niggas

I pray to God man that we ball for a hundred summers
You know me I did it for my niggas man
And I want everything my niggas want
You feel me

I want everything my niggas want
Except for the hoes they f*cking
But if they happen to f*ck my hoes
Then I f*ck their hoes and its nothing
Cause we all living life and we stuntin'
My niggas was there when they wasn't
And these bitches be there when you buzzing
And now that we here all these bitches they f*cking
And all of a sudden these niggas be hating
They told me I never would make it
My niggas was down when these niggas was faking
Now we run the town and they mad that we made it
But we wasn't mad when these niggas was on
F*ck y'all thought we was doing
When I was putting in all that time
Grind hard nigga you gon' shine
Like a diamond in the sky
And these words I can't describe
How I miss my niggas that died
I'll war with the reaper to see them two times
My brother's my keeper its never two sides
Its DC or nothing nigga
And all these niggas screaming f*ck us
Cause they hoes f*cking with us

[August Alsina:]
I gon' ride with my niggas
Even if a nigga ball or fall, I know I'mma be alright with my niggas
If we keep grinding, tell 'em where to buy me or find me
Everything my niggas want
I want everything, I want everything
I want everything my niggas want, everything
I want everything, I want everything
And I want everything my niggas want, everything
I want everything, I want everything
I want everything my niggas want, everything my niggas want
I want everything

I want everything my niggas want
Buy a foreign give my nigga one
Hundred thou give my sister some
Bought momma crib get her a bigger one
This year for my day ones
That stayed down when we ain't get to run
Flying jet and f*cking hoes
Everybody can't get to come
Everybody can't be the boss
Keep your head up, you gon' see the stars
Put your head down you gon' see the ground
On the tour they got to see me now
All this food they got to eat it now
What all you haters forgot
What you forgot that I paid all my dues
I was like twenty I purchased a watch
Back when I prayed to God to get a brick, nigga
Prayed to God to be a rich nigga
Prayed to God to get a brand new Rollie
All flooded on my wrist nigga
Timing is everything
I love all my niggas and my family is loyal
I'm buying them everything
Put Papi through college and everything

[August Alsina:]
I gon' ride with my niggas
Even if a nigga ball or fall, I know I'mma be alright with my niggas
If we keep grinding, tell 'em where to buy me or find me
Everything my niggas want
I want everything, I want everything
I want everything my niggas want, everything
I want everything, I want everything
And I want everything my nigga want, everything
I want everything, I want everything
I want everything my nigga want, everything my niggas want
I want everything

All of my niggas its all of my niggas
I swear we won't fall out for money or hoes
All of my niggas its all of my niggas
We busting them down if they come by the load
Down by the code
Get it, you flip it, you bag it, you add it, divide and subtract it
You niggas spending your cop money profit
The f*ck is you doing? Hustling backwards

How you gon' get money like that
I just talked to my nigga on the phone
He said, "Meek Milly, you did for the team again"
We gon' ball for a hundred f*ckin' summers
One time for the Chasers
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: CALVIN BROADUS, JAY JENKINS
Copyright: Lyrics © DIGITAL ROYALTY DISTRIBUTION




Main

[Jeremih:]
I got my main bitch, that's probably all I need
Do it on your knees ho
Got my side bitch she sent from overseas
You ain't got these ho
It ain't nothing couple hundred on her jeans
You ain't never seen ho
I'm a rich boy stuntin' on them D's
You ain't riding these ho

[Meek Mill & Jeremih:]
I got a main bitch, I got a side bitch
And my side bitch so bad, ain't gotta hide shit
I got a main bitch I got a side bitch
And my main bitch the one who I'mma ride with

[Meek Mill:]
Ok we f*ck up the city we hit the town and we dip
You niggas know how we rocking we thirty rounding the clip
I got a crown on my noggin and got a crown on my wrist
You ever catch me in Philly I'm rolling around in a six
I'm rolling around with your ho I know you probably be sick
But if you lay off them bitches nigga you probably get rich
But if you know me you know I'm fly as the pilot could get
The plane big as a crib I got my squad in this bitch
I got my main in this ho, I got my side on this bitch
I'm thirty thou in the air trying to decide what to hit
And I'm the man of the year she switching side for the clique
She want to be on the scene she trying to be on the team
Oh lord!

[Jeremih:]
I got my main bitch, that's probably all I need
Do it on your knees ho
Got my side bitch she sent from overseas
You ain't got these ho
It ain't nothing couple hundred on her jeans
You ain't never seen ho
I'm a rich boy stuntin' on them D's
You ain't riding these ho

[Meek Mill & Jeremih:]
I got a main bitch, I got a side bitch
And my side bitch so bad, ain't gotta hide shit
I got a main bitch I got a side bitch
And my main bitch the one who I'mma ride with

[Meek Mill:]
Standing on this Wraith do the Shmoney dance
Rollie on the left, thirty in the other hand
I send my niggas where your mother land
Trying to creep up in you window just like Bruh Man
Where the money, hundred bands
F*ck nigga you will never understand
I got bitches overseas popping pussy
Sucking dick and turning up way in Belize, nigga please
Got a main bitch I got a side bitch
I got a ho I pay monthly just to ride dick
You see my chain glist, that cost me five bricks
Cause I be makin' diamonds flashing make her eyes twitch

[Jeremih:]
I got my main bitch, that's probably all I need
Do it on your knees ho
Got my side bitch she sent from overseas
You ain't got these ho
It ain't nothing couple hundred on her jeans
You ain't never seen ho
I'm a rich boy stuntin' on them D's
You ain't riding these ho

[Meek Mill & Jeremih:]
I got a main bitch, I got a side bitch
And my side bitch so bad, ain't gotta hide shit
I got a main bitch I got a side bitch
And my main bitch the one who I'mma ride with
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher




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Dreams and Nightmares is the debut studio album by American rapper Meek Mill, released on October 30, 2012, by Maybach Music Group and Warner Bros. Records. Mill intended for it to be authentic and more cohesive than his mixtapes, having a stronger connection through both vocals and beats.

The album features guest appearances from Kirko Bangz, Rick Ross, Nas, John Legend, Drake, Wale, and Mary J. Blige, among others. Production was primarily handled by Jahlil Beats and Boi-1da, alongside the likes of Tone the Beat Bully and Key Wane. The recording took place from January to September 2012, including sessions in a studio bus on the Club Paradise Tour. Sessions were also held in Los Angeles and Miami, and multiple recordings were included on Mill's ninth mixtape, Dreamchasers 2 (2012). The dreams represent Mill making money as a performer, while the nightmares are based on coming up from his neighbourhood.

"Amen" was released as the lead single in June 2012, followed by "Burn" and "Young & Gettin' It" later that year, before "Believe It" in early 2013. Music videos were produced for all of the releases, while the lead single and "Young & Gettin' It" both charted on the US Billboard Hot 100. Mill embarked on the Dreamchasers Tour for further promotion in August 2012, performing at 16 cities in the United States. Dreams and Nightmares received generally positive reviews from music critics, who mostly commended Mill's development into mainstream rap. Some praised his rapping, while a few critics highlighted the dreams theme. The album was named to 2012 year-end lists by multiple publications, including Rap Radar and The Source.

Dreams and Nightmares debuted at number two on the Billboard 200, selling 165,000 copies in the first week in the US. It has since been certified gold in the country by the Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA). The album reached numbers six and five on the Canadian Albums and UK R&B Albums charts, respectively. In November 2022, Mill held a 10th anniversary concert at the Wells Fargo Center, beginning with footage throughout his career and featuring appearances from the likes of Fabulous, Fivio Foreign, and Rick Ross.
Performed By: Meek Mill
Genre(s): Hip hop
Producer(s): Tone the Beat Bully, Black Metaphor, Jahlil Beats, Boi-1da, Young Shun, Infamous, The-Agency, Key Wane, Lee Major, Kane Beatz, TBHits, Travis Sayles, Cardiak, Kenoe, Got Koke, The Renegades
Length: 56:36
Released: October 30th, 2012
Year: 2012

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