Lyrics:
Griffin
The money I make is different, I'm cakin'
You got to listen
See my name Fred the Godson
Pappi call me gordo meek Mill, Cory Gunz
The remix and you
My corner so polluted, young niggas looting
I studied Kenneth Williams, I'm one hell of a student
Remarkable hustle, my niggas coming home
I kept
Where I'm from they push a hundred keys and it sound like
Where I'm from they push a hundred keys and it sound like
Young niggas gettin' money, young
levels to this shit, I'm
On my Meek Mill shit, meek Milly!
Ten plus ten, that's a dub, you dumb bitch
A hundred band juug
Young nigga had to snatch it
All
Call me ignorant but fuck your shit
I been to school, my dreams came true
And my fans love my shit
And the XXL's next freshman list
If Meek Mill don't
young when they hated and doubted me
Now a nigga bossed up, put my name on the property
And no, we don't care what it cost
I start it, you heard
for real
Got Meek Mill on the celly, that nigga worth a few mil
I multiply what I manage, I manage to multiply
Witness real niggas fail, and watch you
Stop through the hood, grab the young thugs
And I can't help but reminisce back when we slung drugs, know it's bad
But all we had was our hopes
the fool
To let this manufacture use my body for a tool.
I can ride home in the evening,
Staring at my hands
Swearing by my sorrow that a young girl
the Cartier to Wale
Then I gave Meek Mill a Range Rover
Told Warner Brothers that the game's over
For me to move forward from here on I need 50
I ain't talking
Black man, drop top
There go the cops
There go the cops
There go the cops
Is it because of my people?
Is it because of my sneakers?
Is it
C'mon, Meek Mill come and get some
I said five, four, three, two, one
C'mon Jadakiss come and get some
Yo, crack sales, dope sales
Pussy on wholesale
yawn, when will it dawn on 'em I'm a Don
Ridin' foreign, curtains drawn, gettin' blown by a blond, I'm the bomb
Terrorist, hella rich, wreckin' shit
Nigga
Probably wanna yawn, when will it dawn on 'em I'm a Don
Ridin' foreign, curtains drawn, gettin' blown by a blond, I'm the bomb
Terrorist, hella rich,
come where I come from, niggas on xannys
Mommy on crack, how we gon' feed the family?
Might as well start sellin' it, everybody inhalin' it
Young, black
it for the young niggas
I'm gettin' money with my young niggas
I'm toting guns with my young niggas
And I told 'em I'm the one nigga
My young
What we doing, Flex?
They see us, Funk Flex, Meek Mill, 017
I mean, why not?
Dreamchasers in the building
You know what it is
Philly, New York City,
the valley still.
I guess it never was much to look at, just a one-horse town,
The kind of place young people want to leave today,
Store fronts pretty much
people around you, it gon' hurt they tummy to see these mills
Say he wanna get paid 'cause he ain't tell, these niggas want money to keep it real
Lot
I'm singin'
Come on, baby
We're too young to be gettin' old
We can fly
Like a bird on the wings of a song
We get by
We're alive but we won't be
Dammmn shawty! Why you hatin so hard?
Cause my chain worth a mill? Are my rims too large?
Dammmn shawty! You can get it like me
Ay don't be mad
You know I'm gettin' money)
'Cause we can do it! (Young paid nigga
You know I'm gettin' money)
I got friends with money, and I got money too
So we put
Reed need to feel that steel
He a bitch be on my dick
Like "I feel Meek Mill"
And me gettin smacked
Picture that with a Kodak, cause
I'm the younger
just hope this money don't make me lose who I am
It's funny 'cause this money made me lose all my friends
They say, "It's something 'bout Meek Milly,
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