Lyrics:
sound
But this is part
Of the project of the new record, as
He explains it: to present an "older
More experienced Meek Mill"
Dreams Worth More Than Money
It's like keeping a stage show and want the place fi done
Wha you do call my management that walk wid 50 gun, wha mi do
Nah goin' go pon stage until me
For the record - It’s going down, wrapped in this sound
For the record - I’m setting it straight, before it’s too late
For the record - To heed the call
wanted to stay a student
Honing into the hard choices, call me Harry Truman
Got that record of making truces you making nuisance
Gotta pause for dramatic
well
I call the shots, but don't need my hand held
When it comes to makin' records
Who you know that does that better?
The way I connect letters
back in line
You need to get out on your own boy
This hanging around here's got to stop
Get out on your own boy
And take a little trip to the record
detail detail
I say Why u Dey delay delay delay
To send me your detail detail detail
Now Them Dey call me a killer killer killer killer killer killer
Too many details exposed to the public
Too many voicemails call me when you bluffing
You hacking emails thinking I ain't notice
I'm in my element my
Speaker 1: Play this record as frequently as possible.
As Is Great: Nick Fury, what it do, my nigga?
Speaker 1: Play this record...
As Is Great: Good
explain later in the story about them which
I call my Four Doors of Doom.
The mirror, the great plaything for man's vanity.
The mirror was to become,
fallin' ballin' yellin' doggy do that chew that
Record sales hoe sales detail retail you fail
We sell ding dong get your momma ring your bell
Back in
dollas"
Mi casa su casa partna "my partnas get stupid guallas"
Detail shops and beauty parlors to "cover up these dirty dollars"
Shawty Lo, call me Escobar
home the place I would call the 'Arena Of Pleasure'. I lived and
struggled in the arena for two years trying to get a break in music and
make a record
Gold medals, them my role models
Rollin' old models, lowered old schools
Flowin' cold and goin' gold follows
Flower bearin', call it petals
the dope to sell? Who got the doors to kick?
Who got the hoes to trick? Who make the money flip?
Cash Money Records up in this bitch
And we gon' keep it
don’t wanna go over there
Spare me the details, Patches O’Houlihan
You might’ve run with misfits
But I ran with hooligans
The type that like summers
record
Mom took my recording shit
But that couldn't stop me from the big records
Seventeen I was a big stepper
Step on the stage
Call me Kid Master
hot then, check your flame
If what you spittin ain't hittin then, check your aim
Your record sales start to slip and then, Nelly to blame
Now who you
a massive e-mail to the females
Tell 'em where to meet us, give 'em the details
Cîroc on splash, summer on smash
Top all gone, got the on summer on smash
ghetto record vinyl, CD, platine
Deckeds shake the hippers flip in air like birds! Come on
They call me the crime star blaze ganja red eyes master
of the last (come on)
Call me and I'll answer (I like the way you move)
I want you to sway, I want you to sway (sway)
I want you to let the record play,
the dope to sell?
Who got the doors to kick?
Who got the hoes to trick?
Who make the money flip?
Cash Money Records up in this bitch
And we gon' keep it 2000
Mass rumors
Mass rumors while out window shopping
Mass rumors while out window shopping for
Complete details, complete details
Ooh, I'd love
that I had at the time was singing. And I thought, well, if I could get a record deal and become a singer, then I can make lots of money and become
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