Lyrics:
That's all I do like
Young money Nicki Minaj it's the Ninja Harajuku Barbie and all of that
You know I'm sayin' like yeah that's what we doin'
for fun
They say the only thing I know is how to use a gun
But they don't know the reason they branded me as bad
It started many years ago when I was
No, no, Mama, the Devil done do-si-do
See two young boys lyin' dead by side of the road
Shame shame
Oh it's a shame to lose your way running wild
Holla at your boy manana
Maybach come wit' a recliner
Run up on it and shit will get uglier than an iguana
This is only a reminder it's Young Money
that shit was scary to view
'Cause a nigga's worst fear is gettin' stopped by the wrong cop, uh
Or gettin' shot on his own block
That's why niggas
mind m-mind m-mind right right
People think they're really being helpful by telling me please be careful
Yeah right r-r-r-r-right r-right r-right right
Meek Mill and them
If it pop off in the
Club my niggas started it
Crime rate go up my stacks be a part of it
I'm a rock star you can call me Sonny Bono
solitude lookin' at the stars
Wonderin' if Meek Mill ever miss Nicki Minaj
When you takin' care of everybody, shit get kinda hard
When you come up in
made it legal (wow)
Higher than an eagle, leanin' like Beanie Sigel (I'm leanin')
Flyer than a pilot, jean jacket by Diesel (phew)
All-gold rocket,
are livin' lies
Money to be made so I'm stackin' to the sky
Rap and gettin' high
Employed by the O
You niggas pay the high
I got it on the low
Hit
Young nigga rich Nd handsome Deadbrand or no brand da anthem
Shawty buggin cus she can't come
My heart my body it been numb
Ya nigga broke he got no
say the wrong shit, I fucked around and spilled my drink
I used to pray for times like this, but I ain't meek
Bad bitch, she want it all, so I keep her
I'm gettin' money so bitch stop asking
You harassing
Quavo, come here come stand by me
Quavo, when you gon come talk to me
I'm cooking and rapping
Little dough keep it tough
Young Gee, keep it lid
Gettin' two it is a must
Uh, okay
619 mommy swang
She said she gon' pay
Yeah, okay, then we gon'
I got my mind made up, come on get in, get into it
Let it ride, tonight's the night, yeah
I got my mind made up, come on get in, get into it
Let
followers, you need to get your dollars up
Me and Meek, young niggas poppin' like our collars up
And good ain't good enough, and your hood ain't hood enough
left
Gettin' money by the truck loads
Rollin' up Big Fat El Productos
Before I drank V.S.O.P. Remy
I used to drink that MD 22
Woodgrain and reverse 8's
funny
Is it any reason why y'all starvin'
I smell bull and by smelling force
Do I really need to beg your pardon?
My jersey say James I don't play
the prose was profound
Do it for the strong, we do it for the meek
Boom it in your boom it in your boom it in your Jeep
Or your Honda or your Beemer
in a coma
I'm super paid, 2 shows a day
My rollie gold, no time to waste
What it do Berg, my fuckin' brother
Keep that pistol by me like my lovely
Rick Ross
Blowing loud think it's on Meek Mill
On my grind till I get me a deal
I'm just me nigga fuck how you feel
With my niggas I'm just keeping it
a riot
Take off like hollies, young gangsta try it
In it for the highs, you can't deny it man
[Tray Deee]
(Everywhere I go!!!)
Motherfuckers tryin'
hands, tried to get me a pack
I took my talents to South Philly, had to get me a sack
You niggas know you fuck around, Meek Milly gettin' you whacked
I
I got worries by the ton
Gettin' cancer's only one
Overtaxed and alimonied
Tired of eatin' fried baloney
I got burdens on my shoulders
Dying
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