Lyrics:
Zee
Drip
Money
Gucci
Zay
Evil Genius
Yeah
(Zaytoven)
Time flies by when you really gettin' money (money)
Nigga tryna keep up with me,
And all these bitches wanna fuck me 'cause a nigga made it (I made it)
I'm gettin' paper heart cold as the refrigerator
Young nigga gettin' money
Young
(live fast)
(die young)
Livin' fast now it's all linen rags (Uh)
Hard headed but my top peelin' back
Tinted glass on my '57, nigga wit' a attitude
niggas playin'
Real big steppers gon' step in, there's no delayin'
My mama seen it comin', was over my shoulder prayin'
When I started gettin' reckless
mean?
He ain't 'Meek Mill, the street nigga' no more (Yo Nick Papz, make it slap)
Nah mean? He done legitimized his hustle
So those decisions that he
to Meek I mite pop me a willy
I’m Dreaming I’m Chasing need more than a milli
I like gettin faded wit b***hes dats pretty
I suck on her T***es and beat up
put up the tour but it sold out already
I'm general sell high, niggas is breaded
I'm gettin' it now and shit is pathetic
They only respect when you
of office (get out)
Young Barack Obama, I'm all for it (haha)
The Rock of Gibraltar has now fallen on ya
I protect my land like a farmer, pockets stay
ways, sure looks sweet (sweet thing)
Fine young lady, standing by (you look fine tonight)
Come on baby, sweet eye delight
I love the way that you move
Ya, Montana, Fraud, uh
Coke Boy, uh
Real niggas count money gettin' high
Brick by brick, build the empire
I just turned the neighbor on
Young
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
(Seriously Taylor)
I'm tryna get rich like Roddy (ou)
And make couple mills like Meek (ou)
Dark days I was young in the street (ou)
All day I was
dough
Nigga with that O, I move that shit like tic-tac-toe
And these be niggas be hating like "Meek Mill, how you get that ho?"
'Cause I get that dough,
be alright but can't
Fuck with Young Wizzle
Mr 41, I'm Young Blow it by the idd-ow
I do work for your money Stuart Little
Rollin' back to back stay
dough
Nigga with that O, I move that shit like tic-tac-toe
And these be niggas be hating like "Meek Mill, how you get that ho?"
'Cause I get that dough,
I went home and cut the barrel of my shotgun
It's gettin' critical, I stole a 5.0
I let it go, drive real slow
I yelled out 'Ice Cube sucker'
nigga
Young nigga, young nigga, pop pills, make mills young nigga
Young nigga, young nigga, young nigga, young nigga
I think I'm 'bout to lose it man
Know we're jumpin' the gun, but we're both still young
One day we won't be
Didn't know what I want 'til I saw your face
Said goodbye to the old me
I went home and cut the barrel of my shotgun
It's gettin' critical, I stole a 5.0
I let it go, drive real slow
I yelled out 'Ice Cube sucker'
momma, I gotta do eleven
Livin' in a five by seven
Dear baby, your man's gettin' worn out
Of seein' young boys gettin' they assholes torn out
talkin' Meek, young nigga park and get on feet
Kutthroat business, lil' dog, get your throat slit
My nigga went flodgin', he don't think that I know
gettin' worn out
Of seein' young boys gettin' they assholes torn out
And then he got shanked with a spoon
And he was 'sposed to get out soon
Is it my
them planes taylor!
Gettin' checks in my sleep
Livin' my dreams, so I'm wide awake
Feel bad for the nigga Meek
I stay out of trouble in my hideaway
And now all this time is passing by
But I still can't seem to tell you why
It hurts me every time I see you
Realize how much I need you
Dis gettin
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