Lyrics:
take deals
In a couple months
Not years
Guaranteed to make mills
Guaranteed to make mills
Oh no not Meek
But I’m gettin to the Mills
Pockets on fleek
to trust when you surrounded by all these snakes
I keep it real with niggas but they so stuck on being so fake
Tryna touch a Mill they said dyin young was
jean, if you can't tell, I'm gettin' it (I'm gettin' it)
And this here a young nigga summer (young nigga summer)
We be on that young nigga shit (that
do
Your thing man
Jail ain't for nobody man it's Meek Milli
I'm in the building, Bad K studio man
Flamerz all day y'all want some more?
I say, hold
Meek cause I got me a mill
Shooting on nigga like this shit a movie
I iced out my neck got me lookin too groovy
Iced out my wrist got me lookin too
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
lit, but me and Dave East wasn't feelin' it
P from QC gettin' sued by his BM
The cokehead to have five abortions worth 15 Ms
Talkin' 'bout Lira
whoa!
(Let me talk, Meek Mill)
I bet you didn't know that my niggas make millions (bet you didn't know)
It's sad to say some of my niggas convicted
I'm the one wit the crushed out tank
I'm the one who makin' young girls faint
Don't smoke and too young to drink
Just a kid but got a mill in
out (woo!)
What you doin'? Gettin' paid, young nigga
How you in the mob? 'Cause I'm made, young nigga
Say you need a job, come my way, young nigga
Meek ain't countin' money no more
If it ain't right, it ain't right
Zip the bag up
MMG
Drop it right there (yeah)
Huh
(M-Maybach Music)
I
to my house party party
Welcome to my house party party
ATL Lou Will ville
Tryna to show 'em how my nigga louis will feel
Thursday call it meek mill
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
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,
too fast (uh)
Young nigga's pockets stay too fat (bread)
Get money, nigga, love to do that (bread)
Gettin' to it, gettin' to it, gettin' to it (uh)
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
to my house party party
Welcome to my house party party
ATL Lou Will ville
Tryna to show 'em how my nigga louis will feel
Thursday call it meek mill
sixteen mill short of this stack
Yeah I'm young fine and ballin
Yeah I am but I'm young fly and ballin
Yeah I am
It's gettin it's gettin kinda kinda heavy
the law
Demons in my cell, it's just me, all alone
Takin' everything to trial, nigga, we goin' home
I was taught by OGs to never speak on the phone
So
might say my name
My young niggas got rollies on
Bitches got them Birkins on
My trigger finger been itchin'
My patients short, but my money long
Its
gon' run, we gon' run)
God said the meek and the humble shall inherit the earth
I'm just tryna
Run through the money, run (and it's not that I'm
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
'Cause if he do then its gone be flames
That 40 gone go bang bang
Them niggas might say my name
My young niggas got rollies on
Bitches got them Birkins
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