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'Shhh (Remix)' Lyrics - Fat Trel ft. Meek Mill, Rick Ross & Tracy T
Here is Shhh (Remix) Lyrics by Fat Trel Ft. Meek Mill, Rick Ross & Tracy T

[Intro: Rick Ross]
All I ever wanted was a kilo
Till they my little nigga with the rico
Fat Trel, Maybach Murda Gang
Mastermind, double M

[Verse 1: Fat Trel]
Nigga tell me how you want it with a savage
It get crazy where I'm living it's tragic
If you can take it from my pocket you can have it
You know I got a body bag in the trash
You know I got an old thot you can have
Nigga come fuck my old bitch
Niggas couldn't eat my old pussy
I'm in the kitchen I could tell you how the stove looking
Nigga all I really wanted was the pyrex
A couple hundred body snatchers in the projects
You know my bloods stay connected like direct
I'm in Miami my bitches like "where Lebron at?"
I finish fucking her [?] like "where your mom at?"
In front the coppers I got choppers for the combat
Couldn't believe it my niggas say he was sellin' grenades
Quit bullshittin' I'm a sell you where the bomb at
D.C. nigga, sittin wrist dip low
He ain't know a chopper price get this low
See I cop em' in Atlanta bring em' back to Alabama Avenue
And tell them niggas "come and get it let's go"
Fifty in the Mac take em' back to benny row
Bitches in my kitchen with the semi's on the floor
All I know I want him dead by tonight
With his head in his lap and his body at the light
Purchase me some [?] and I'm a buy some Sprite
Tell a bitch keep counting till she get the count right
When a bitch finish might purchase her a flight
Might take a whole life
Might fuck her all night
Right, you know I hate to say it twice
But you pussy ass niggas ain't bout that life
Pussy ass niggas ain't bout that life
Pussy ass niggas ain't bout that life

[Hook]
Talking 'bout you popping tags, nigga you ain't bought shit
Talking bout a hunned bottles, nigga you ain't popped shit
All you talk nana clips, nigga you ain't shot shit
Spending money on these hoes, nigga you ain't fuck shit

[Verse 2: Tracy T]
[?]

[Hook]
Talking 'bout you popping tags, nigga you ain't bought shit
Talking bout a hunned bottles, nigga you ain't popped shit
All you talk nana clips, nigga you ain't shot shit
Spending money on these hoes, nigga you ain't fuck shit

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
Thirty in the clip catch the whole thing
Feds know a nigga by his whole name
Shoot him in his head for his gold chain
You was running ball, we was sellin' cocaine
Talkin bout you buyin' bricks, nigga you ain't got shit
We was sellin' all them keys, we was like the locksmith
Twenty-Five hundred for the red bottoms
Prolly make five bands for the waste nigga
I'm rollin' through my city in a new Rolls Royce
Cheif Keef 300 for the Wraith nigga
A.K, S.K, H.K nigga, three K's like I hate niggas
And I'll put you in your place nigga
You got shoebox money I got a safe nigga holdup

[Hook]
Talking 'bout you popping tags, nigga you ain't bought shit
Talking bout a hunned bottles, nigga you ain't popped shit
All you talk nana clips, nigga you ain't shot shit
Spending money on these hoes, nigga you ain't fuck shit

[Verse 4: Rick Ross]
Automatic pistol on a nigga leather seat
See a bad bitch she my jam of the week
All I ever wanted was a kilo
Till they end my little war with the Regal
Bitches lookin' at me, Keisha look at all this change
It's the heart of war tour bus full of K's
Master P money I could pull up in a tank
C Murda shooter know a pill on the way
Still [?]
Rich niggas coming through you broke niggas better move
At your front door got word you got work
3.5 for the [?]
Now six figures for the set niggas verse
All eyes on me as I'm walking through the church
Prayin' lord forgive me, 30 shots in the semi
I done payed all of my ties now it's time to go and get it
My new plug don't fuck with the kuh
My new bitch gettin' fucked in the butt
Ridin' by the [?] see me sitting in the trunk
Niggas say they coming threw but they see me strapped up, what
Nigga runnin' in your house for the brown bag
Fear wanna know how much in the brown bag
Nigga swinging that stick for the brown bag
Your bitch even saw my number on the brown bag
All I ever wanted was a Kilo
Till they end my little war with the Regal
Sippin' on purp niggas still got a plan
Still movin' work work nigga ooh what a night
Ooh what a night, ooh what a night
If it was a picture of that pussy it'd get 200 likes
Get 200 likes, all that bitch gettin' from me is 200 likes

[Hook]
Talking 'bout you popping tags, nigga you ain't bought shit
Talking bout a hunned bottles, nigga you ain't popped shit
All you talk nana clips, nigga you ain't shot shit
Spending money on these hoes, nigga you ain't fuck shit

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'Good Day' Lyrics - Tyga ft. Lil Wayne & Meek Mill
Here is Good Day Lyrics by Tyga Ft. Lil Wayne & Meek Mill

(Intro)
I ain’t had to kill nobody
I ain’t had to kill nobody

(Bridge)
Today was a good day
I ain’t had to kill nobody
I ain’t had to kill nobody
I ain’t had to kill nobody

(Verse)
T-Raw killa, that nigga catpillar
One hitter, only hit bad bitches that’s thriller
Home king, hot king, YN last king
Nigga sending out shouts, I’mma need a Jordan ring
Fuck you bitches, really mean
Gotti afterlife
Future looking bright, bitches crack tongue on the pipe
I don’t wanna see you twerk, we about that fuck life
Got a Asian hoe, pussy go deep, J right
I’m a dope nigga, give a D, dope dealer
Don’t play with the grave digger, that’s RZA
Aks my bitch, she tell you ain’t no nigga
Like the one I got, big king, gorilla
Bag in my bag like a Philly nigga clip
Came extended grip, armor’s with the ruga, easy ruthless
Nigga with a attitude, my enemies is 2 shits
Don’t give 2 shits but you gon make a nigga pull it
But shit…

(Hook)
Today was a good day
I ain’t had to kill nobody
I ain’t had to kill nobody
Shoot you in yo memory bank, memorize it
Today was a good day
Cuz I ain’t had to kill nobody
No I ain’t had to kill nobody
But I shoot you in yo memory bank, memorize it

(Verse)
Duct tape, duct tape
Cover his mouth with duct tape
Check a nigga like a motherfuckin update
What a safe nigga point to it
I catch a case, I wanna know who threw it
And my main bitches speak fluent
I keep the feds busy
I got the bread, never feed pigeons
Even though I get pissed off I shit on yall
We gon sip champagne I just popped
I can’t stand these niggas, I’m bout to fall
Got my girl her shoes with the spikes, volleyball
Bought the Holygrove, it’s gon be a holocaust
Hoes see me shinin, now they actin like a moth
YMCM dizzy, rhyme always busy
I done got too big headed for the crown to fit me
But I got my niggas with me and we got our skateboards
TCYL, thank thank You Lord
Amen, cuz uh

(Hook)
Today was a good day
I ain’t had to kill nobody
I ain’t had to kill nobody
But I shoot you in yo memory bank, memorize it
Shoot you in yo memory bank, memorize it
Shoot you in yo memory bank, memorize it
But uh today was a good day
I ain’t had to kill nobody

(Verse)
My dawg hit me yesterday, got 15 keys
And he gon let em all go for 15 G’s
Because she wanna work it I look up like bitch please
And I show that hoe up it like you ain’t tryna flip these
Yea I’m back nigga
Sellin all these bricks
And if my homies tell you one you better tell nobody shit
I say I’m back nigga
Rockin all these jewels and I be ridin through my hood like I ain’t got nothing to lose, shit
You think because I rap I won’t go buy them bricks
Give em to my dawg and let him do all kind of shit
Like take a point out, then put a point in
I fuck yo main hoe and all my homies doin that shit
I’m getting money, must be the Iluminati
They think I signed up cuz I just bought a new Ferrari
But they said they want my mind, soul and my body
And I looked at that nigga crazy and then I shot him… bah

(Hook)
Today was a good day
I ain’t had to kill nobody
I ain’t had to kill nobody
But I shoot you in yo memory bank, memorize it
Shoot you in yo memory bank, memorize it
Shoot you in yo memory bank, memorize it
But uh today was a good day
I ain’t had to kill nobody

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'Young, Gettin’ It (Remix)' Lyrics - Jahlil Beats (Ft. Meek Mill)
Here is Young, Gettin’ It (Remix) Lyrics by Jahlil Beats Ft. Meek Mill

(Intro: Kirko Bangz)
Young and I’m getting it, young and I’m getting it
Young and I’m getting it, young and I’m getting it
I’m just young and I'm living, shit
I just want the money, y’all can keep them bitches
Cause I’m young and I’m getting it, I’m young and I’m getting it

(Hook: Kirko Bangz)
Ok, I wake up in the morning and I see dollar signs
And shawty wanna roll, I’m like oh man she fine
I got money all in my pocket and my Audemar on shine
So why you hating on me, huh, I’m just living my life
I’m just young and I’m getting it, young and I’m getting it
Young and I’m getting it, young and I’m getting it
I’m just young and I'm living, shit
I just want the money, y’all can keep them bitches
Cause I’m young and I’m getting it, I’m young and I’m getting it

(Verse 1: Meek Mill)
Yeah, young nigga I get money and fuck hoes on my spare time
She don’t fuck on the first night, then she don’t meet my deadline
Niggas smokin that Bob Marley, that Bob Marley like Yea Mon
I’m sipping on the whole eighth of the purp shit, bed time
I cop foreigns like Jordans, y'all niggas ain’t important
Shawty want that molly, and I’ma get what she order
Tats all on my body, strapped up like a war
Eat the pussy I prolly, if it smell like water
Her neck talk say fuck me, my wrist talk say suck me
The niggas claiming they balling, I take your bitch Kris Humphries
And make them buy me a whip nigga, nothing less than the 6 nigga
Yall ran your mouth like hoes, all you are some bitch niggas

(Hook: Kirko Bangz)
Ok, I wake up in the morning and I see dollar signs
And shawty wanna roll, I’m like oh man she fine
I got money all in my pocket and my Audemar on shine
So why you hating on me, huh, I’m just living my life
I’m just young and I’m getting it, young and I’m getting it
Young and I’m getting it, young and I’m getting it
I’m just young and I'm living, shit
I just want the money, y’all can keep them bitches
Cause I’m young and I’m getting it, I’m young and I’m getting it

(Verse 2: Meek Mill)
Okay, your baby mama: I bought that, side chick: I bought that
Main chick: I bought that, and your dream girl just called back
I’m still repping that north side with that big P on my ballcap
These broke niggas don’t like me, cause they say I think I’m all that
Now Coon cop that ‘rarri, I don’t even feel sorry
Niggas claimin my flows I should put these niggas on Maury
And I ain’t claming these hoes, have these haters looking all sorry
When I pulled up in that Rolls, swag was surfing on ‘em like gnarley
I’m with 3 hoes like Santa Claus, and I’m the boss, Diana Ross
Hit you girl by mistake nigga, wasn’t even in my plan at all
I told homie I hit it there, this nigga wanna be playing it off
Knowing that girl is main thang, that shit don’t like nigga, bang bang!

(Hook: Kirko Bangz)
Ok, I wake up in the morning and I see dollar signs
And shawty wanna roll, I’m like oh man she fine
I got money all in my pocket and my Audermar on shine
So why you hating on me, huh, I’m just living my life
I’m just young and I’m getting it, young and I’m getting it
Young and I’m getting it, young and I’m getting it
I’m just young and I'm living, shit
I just want the money, y’all can keep them bitches
Cause I’m young and I’m getting it, I’m young and I’m getting it

(Verse)
I be sippin on that rose, I be sippin on that lean
24 I’m countin my dough, Shawty trippin off that beam
I be rockin all that fly shit, got Versace on my thumb
Diamonds shine like paparazzi, I tell mami that’s verses cut
We roll deep like shower posy, kamikaze call yo bluff
I be icy, don’t play hockey, nigga stop it don’t you come
I got YSL on my back, I make YSL’s on that track
Shawty can’t stand on that drink
Told er go and sit on my lap
Got yo bitch up in my Rolls Royce, I don’t give em no choice
Fuck niggas that run dry
Niggas making no noise

I’m straight out the bottle, straight out the gutter
Came out the hood, that’s why drink all the bottles

I be smoking on that loud when I be drinking purple stuff
I be chillin up in green house, 100 bottles of that stuff
They be fuckin with that molly, got the models on that stuff
I be rockin all that fly shit, hundred dollars on my cup

But enough is not enough, but enough is not enough
But enough is not enough, but enough is not enough
But enough is not enough, but enough is not enough
But enough is not enough, but enough is not enough

(Hook: Kirko Bangz)
Ok, I wake up in the morning and I see dollar signs
And shawty wanna roll, I’m like oh man she fine
I got money all in my pocket and my Audermar on shine
So why you hating on me, huh, I’m just living my life

(Verse)
Red rum, murder game, these niggas gay like Novocaine
My niggas gutter like building lanes
Like Pedro, they go for me
Two Asian bitches, they Siamese
So high nigga look chinese
She bite the head like Ozzie
Freddy Krueger money, you only see in yo dreams
H Town, ball hard like my name my keen
Melajuan, James Hardy, yall niggas new to the scene
And that’s my nigga, super club, we the new liver
Pop pop bottles on all these bitches
Bitch ass niggas can’t even get in
Ripley’s, please believe me
That Justin Bieber my nigga really
Ain’t gotta lie, these niggas feel me
My bars up like copper really
They won’t be cuz my neck chilly
Got a bad white bitch like Iggy
Iggy Pop, rockstar livin
I’m a flyin nigga, shout out to Philly
King shit, yo bitch
She all up on my dick
I get crazy, pussy psychiatrist
All about my paper like jurnalists
Killa flow, I earn this shit
We ball for real like tournaments
On the jet, no turbulence
Straight flexin, I’m so bent
No lie, no lie
Said I ain’t never told no lie
Say fuck you if you hate me
My real fans gon ride
Got my own shoe, clothing line
Only neighbourhood tryna sign
Niggas try and turn up
But don’t overdose like Lim Bias
Hypocrites and all buyers
I provide you at you old vajira
I can bless you, no church attire
Pray to God I’ll die tryin
What’s a stone to a big giant?
What’s fire if you can’t ignite it?
I’m fed up like FDR, yall niggas late, call it people time nigga

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'Burn (Remix)' Lyrics - Jahlil Beats (Ft. Lil Wayne, Meek Mill, Rick Ross, Big Sean & Ga)
Here is Burn (Remix) Lyrics by Jahlil Beats Ft. Lil Wayne, Meek Mill, Rick Ross, Big Sean & Ga

(Verse 1: Meek Mill & Big Sean)
God (Yea)
Oh God, Boi, (Yea)
G.O.O.D. (MMG, Nigga)

(Verse 1)
Sitting on some Cali weed, I think it's time to burn
Pull up in some shit, to put it in dro you gotta learn
Cocaine cowboys, you better wait your turn
Michael Corleone, come and get it on the curve
These nigga wanna hate, that's why they get what they deserve
We only dealin what we have, livin and we learn
No more J's on the porch, days that we were poor
Amazed by mama boy, bumping Maze in the Porsche
Bulletproof vest suburban, they hatin you when you earn it
Bitches be rollin in it, they say I'm so photogenic
Every night is a feast, niggas be having beef
I teach me a young boy, call him my Chief Keef
Truders be with extort, go to war over Jordans
But you know I'm in these, kidnappin over them keys
But you know I'm in these, kidnappin over them keys

(Bridge)
Niggas wanna try, what they gonna say?
I hit the pedal til that motherfucker break
Celebrate, freaky bitches loving money I make
And to live like this you motherfuckers gotta pay

(Hook: Big Sean & Meek Mill)
(Big Sean)
Niggas wanna talk what they gon' say (gon' say)
I hit the pedal til that motherfucker break (til it break)
Freaky bitches love the money I make
And to live like this you motherfuckers gotta pay
So let that shit burn
(Meek Mill)
Let that shit burn I'mma let that shit burn let that shit burn (burn, gasoline)
The roof on fire I'm only gettin' higher
50 racks all in my pocket I want bottles I'mma let that shit burn

(Verse 2: Lil Wayne)
Hammer on the dresser, work on the stove
I'm sitting on the counter blowing purp out my nose
Red bone naked, in the bed flexin'
I say bitch I ain't impressed you must of got the wrong impression
I ain't with the BS, I'm flyer than PF
Man, we living in hell like a deep breath
Real niggas with real money, real bitches with fake asses
If she don't wanna fuck I get on my skateboard and I skate passed her
Money on the table, guns on the table
Bitch I'm on that syrup tell that ho leggo my Eggo
And my girlfriend is a choppa, I finger fuck that ho
Hello I am Tunechi: you had me at hello
Drop top Maybach, clean like Ajax
Man I don't fuck with none of you niggas like rednecks
We got that work so come and get if we don't know you, you pay tax
I put a hole in your apple what that is apple jacks, uh
Pussy nigga I'll murder you then dance at your funeral
Blood I'll have a nigga drinking his own blood communion
Wake up like Bone Thugs I'll call your bluff pick the phone up
Her titties fake but they look real cubic: zirconia's
Run up in your house spare the kids and kill the grown ups
Your bitch call me when she hot: Krispy Kreme donuts
Shoutout to my new hoes, shoutout to my old hoes
I still wear that ass out like a wardrobe
Bitch, what they gonna say?
Still eating rappers on my fucking lunch break
Bad yellow bitch with a tongue like a snake
I let her suck my dick then I fuck her to some Drake

And then I let that kush burn let that kush burn
Yeah I let that kush burn
Smoking gasoline bitch
The booth on fire I'm in here getting higher
Young Money bitch we at the top like barbed wire

(Meek Mill)
Chain all V.S. I ain't with the B.S
Catch me in your city riding hard through the B.X
Skinny nigga but I do it large like a 3X
The last nigga tried to do me wrong umm he checked
Right back to that money slinging O's in the p-jects
Or prolly catchin mileage while the pilot steer the P-Jet
Cause we next and we flex like

(Big Sean)
90PX, working all night no breaks or a recess
Vroom vroom yeah I know my car sound like a T-Rex
Bitch, I'm 23 years old and I ain't riding in a Prius
My cousin finished school can't believe he graduated
Threw him 20,000 dollars told his ass congratulations
Cause me… I wasn't made for that shit
But I could probably hire him and who all paid for his shit
And to all the hoes that was dissin' I pray to God that you see me
I'm on a yacht getting hella' high smoking good that seaweed
Bad bitch in her cha-cha grabbing on her chi-chi's
Million dollar deals on my email you mad as hell you ain't CC'ed
Chain all V.S. bitch you knows it's B.S. boy I run my city

(Meek Mill)
End of story, nigga P.S
All white Maybach, Green Bay they packing
Y'all niggas was slackin' ‘member the hard nights we trappin'
And they say lifes a game of chess you can play checkers all on my jacket
Cause it's Damier and we bombs away on y'all big rappers
I say yeah nigga I murder that Panamera turtle back
Niggas sayin they want beef, well where the fuck is my burger at?
I got white, was serving that — I been to jail, I ain't going back
I alley oop your bitch off that backboard she throw it back
I slam dunk in that pussy, Blake Griffin'd yo ho, nigga
Maybach with Ricky Ross my chain rock like I know Jigga
That's cause I do ho, shout out to my new ho
That pussy pink like Nuvo and I dog that Cujo

(Hook: Big Sean & Meek Mill)
(Big Sean)
Niggas wanna talk what they gon' say (gon' say)
I hit the pedal til that motherfucker break (til it break)
Freaky bitches love the money I make
And to live like this you motherfuckers gotta pay
So let that shit burn
(Meek Mill)
Let that shit burn I'mma let that shit burn let that shit burn (burn, gasoline)
The roof on fire I'm only gettin' higher
50 racks all in my pocket I want bottles I'mma let that shit burn

(Verse: Big Sean & Meek Mill)
(Big Sean)
Bitch, I had one shot and I ain't blow it
Riding til the wheels fall off and they tow it
I got green on top of green damn its looking like I grow it
D-Town the hood behind me like a king cobra
(Meek Mill)
Burn bitch I let it burn bitch
My money straighter than a motherfucking perm bitch
No navigation you can see it is my turn shit (swirv, swirv)
Shorty give me all that brain still ain't never learned shit

(Big Sean)
Oh that's your girl? Damn nigga you ain't learn shit
She naked in my studio I'm on that Howard Stern shit
I swear that mac 10 is my barbell, Finally Famous the cartel
Hit your girl in my whip and now that pussy got the new car smell
Same shit different day I ain't broke no more it's a different day
Don't turn me down I got shit to say my purp strong like it's lifting weights
It's Sean Don sippin' Chandon I got a bad bitch with them pom pom's
My Rollie don't tick-tock your shit sound like a time bomb, boom…lil' bitch

(Hook: Big Sean & Meek Mill)
(Big Sean)
Niggas wanna talk what they gon' say (gon' say)
I hit the pedal til that motherfucker break (til it break)
Freaky bitches love the money I make
And to live like this you motherfuckers gotta pay
So let that shit burn
(Meek Mill)
Let that shit burn I'mma let that shit burn let that shit burn (burn, gasoline)
The roof on fire I'm only gettin' higher
50 racks all in my pocket I want bottles I'mma let that shit burn

(Verse)
Rolling up on them 20’s
Hoes all over my car though
Getting bitches that Lucy, black Ricky Ricardo
Gucci that Prada Prada, fireworks in this bitch
Tell em hoes if they go in my bottle they gon die of thirst in this bitch
I supply the work, niggas talk, I gotta murk
Fresh to death, I buy the hearse
I fuck the bitch, you buy the purse
Fuck nigga, I ain’t stuntin no fuck nigga
28’s on my truck nigga
Type of track, wussup nigga
You don’t ride for them bucks nigga
Yea, I’m in the kitchen going HAM again
We ain’t throwing bottles, nigga we don’t get them hammers in
Tony Parker steering wheel, niggas know that that’s ho shit
Oh you single nigga? Put this new dick on yo old bitch
I been high since ’06, I been with since ‘08
Since Wale has short hair I’ve been poppin that Rose
Hey, what them hoes say? Hurricane he run the town
Walk in the club with 100 rounds
Let my niggas in and we shut it down
That’s colony on Monday, Roxbury on Thursday
Toxic on Saturday, tell Arthur I ain’t got a day
Grey stones on my chain, greystone on Sunday
Bad bitches in line outside, you gonn get it one day, bitch
You aren’t made for this shit
So many chains on me they think that I slave in this bitch
We throwing money everywhere, got J's on I don’t never wear
Got a bad bitch from Delaware, in that dereon shake her derrière
Whoa, Nelly, where the fuck is Nelly?
Got a bitch yelling E.I., while a nigga watching belly
Got a bitch that love T.I., got a bitch that love Tunechi
Tell him soo-woo to the Beehive, tell them hoes it’s all Gucci
I got Louie, I got Loubies, nigga my life is a movie
Popping bottles like I’m D. Wade, tell them send me like three spades
Peach Ciroc, coconut, cranberry, open up
Then we neckin that ‘tron, real nigga I’m gone

(Meek Mill)
Chain all V.S. I ain't with the B.S
Catch me in your city riding hard through the B.X
Skinny nigga but I do it Large like a 3X
The last nigga tried to do me wrong umm he checked
Right back to that money slinging O's in the P.Jects
Or prolly catchin mileage while the pilot steer the P-Jet
Cause we next and we flex like

(Big Sean)
90PX, working all night no breaks or a recess
Vroom vroom yeah I know my car sound like a T-Rex
Bitch, I'm 23 years old and I ain't riding in a Prius
My cousin finished school can't believe he graduated
Threw him 20,000 dollars told his ass congratulations
Cause me, I wasn't made for that shit
But I could probably hire him and who all paid for his shit
And to all the hoes that was dissin' I pray to God that you see me
I'm on a yacht getting hella' high smoking good that seaweed
Bad bitch in her cha-cha grabbing on her chi-chi's
Million dollar deals on my email you mad as hell you ain't CC'ed
Chain all V.S. bitch you knows it's B.S. boy I run my city

(Meek Mill)
End of story, nigga P.S
All white Maybach Greenbay they packin
Y'all niggas was snackin' ‘member the hard nights we trappin'
And they say lifes a game of chess you can play checkers all on my jacket
Cause it's Damier and we bombs away on y'all big rappers
I say yeah nigga I murder that Panamera its turtleback
Niggas say they want beef well where the fuck is my burger at?
I got white was serving that I been to jail I ain't going back
I alley oop your bitch off that backboard she throw it back
I slam dunk in that pussy, Blake Griffin'd yo ho, nigga
Maybach with Ricky Ross my chain rock like I know Jigga
Thats cause I do ho, shout out to my new ho
That pussy pink like Nuvo and I dog that Cujo

(Big Sean)
Niggas wanna talk what they gon' say (gon' say)
I hit the pedal til that motherfucker break (til it break)
Freaky bitches love the money I make
And to live like this you motherfuckers gotta pay
So let that shit burn

(Meek Mill)
Let that shit burn I'mma let that shit burn let that shit burn (burn, gasoline)
The roof on fire I'm only gettin' higher
50 racks in my pocket I want bottles I'mma let that shit burn

(Big Sean)
Bitch I had one shot and I ain't blow it
Riding til the wheels fall off and they tow it
I got green on top of green damn its looking like I grow it
D-Town the hood behind me like a king cobra

(Meek Mill)
Burn bitch I let it burn bitch
My money straighter than a motherfucking perm bitch
No navigation you can see it is my turn chyea (swerve, swerve)
Shorty give me all that brain still ain't never learned shit

(Big Sean)
Oh that's your girl? Damn nigga you ain't learn shit
She naked in my studio I'm on that Howard Stern shit
I swear that mac 10 is my barbell, Finally Famous the cartel
Hit your girl in my whip and now that pussy got the new car smell
Same shit different day I ain't broke no more it's a different day
Don't turn me down I got shit to say my purp strong like it's lifting weights
It's Sean Don sippin' Chandon I got a bad bitch with them pom pom's
My Rollie don't tick-tock your shit sound like a time bomb, boom, lil' bitch

(Big Sean)
Niggas wanna talk what they gon' say (gon' say)
I hit the pedal til that motherfucker break (til it break)
Freaky bitches love the money I make
And to live like this you motherfuckers gotta pay
So let that shit burn

(Meek Mill)
Let that shit burn I'mma let that shit burn let that shit burn (burn, gasoline)
The roof on fire I'm only gettin' higher
50 racks in my pocket I want bottles I'mma let that shit burn
Let that shit burn I'mma let that shit burn let that shit burn (burn, gasoline)
The roof on fire I'm only gettin' higher
50 racks in my pocket I want bottles I'mma let that shit burn

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Here is Repo Lyrics by Jahlil Beats Ft. Meek Mill

(Intro)
We gon' knock this right out
We gon' skate to one song and one song only nigga!

Yeah!

(Verse 1)
Really?
Fuckin' “Condom Style”? “Get your jig on”?
You a clown-ass nigga, put a wig on
Nigga I be goin H.A.M. till the pig gone
All this ice around my neck, I got a fridge on!
Body Cass, put ‘em in a body bag
Broke nigga, we should put you in a bodycast
Real nigga, all I know is get a lot of cash
I took you hater niggas spot that’s why you prolly mad!
My story, all guts, glory
Posted on the corner, Glock .40 tucked on me
20 years on me, me and my army
Feelin' like none of y'all niggas can harm me
I came from the bottom where they never make it at
With all my jewels on they ain't never takin' that
Theres rules to the game I ain't never breakin' that
And once you give a statement, nigga, you can never take it back
You lame part of the game, nigga pardon the fame
I got 30 in my clip I can park in your frame
Plus this Rollie on my wrist cost some cars and change
We talking bike life, 'bout to put a park in my name
Just to ride on you niggas, or slide on you niggas
G550 when we glide on you niggas like
Clyde on you niggas, homicide on you nigga
I ain't never had no rap, had no ties to you niggas, so
Why you suckas hatin' and talkin' 'bout what I'm makin'?
When I be out in Jamaica and ballin' like I'm like a Laker
It's givers and it's takers, these niggas is gettin faker
And I'm just gettin' richer I wake up and get my cake up!
Black Maserati, chinchillas for Papi
Ten killers beside me, all lookin' like ahkis
I remember nights on corners with beef and broccoli
Rice and gravy, now it's crazy cause Phillipe's got me
All gold AP, same watch as Jay-Z
Ballin' like I'm KD, how can niggas play me?
If you ain't talkin' money nigga fuck you, pay me
Drophead with the top down and the A.C.
On, drawn, fuck is y'all doin'
I'mma king you a pawn, lil nigga I'mma Don
The coke price high, it cost 40 for a jawn
And like 20 for a half lil nigga do the math
And you talkin' bout a battle rap, how you gon' handle that?
100 grand pussy nigga, you ain't got the tab for that
You ain't got the stacks for that, you the one we laughin' at
You ain't got half of that, they pump you up: Asthma attack
Bye clown, calm down ‘fore you make me bomb now
Fucking all these superstars like “Who Meek Milly bomb now?”
Went from driving Bentleys to going half on pie pounds
You niggas need to die down, Philly nigga: my town
I heard your car got re-poed
But this is bike life boy you just got Deebo'd
Them Twitter niggas fucking with your ego
You in the field tryna turn to God like Tebow
Naw that won't work nigga, that'll get you murked nigga
All-black Ghost nigga, looking like a hearse nigga
Been a dead man, so I'mma dig you out the Earth nigga
Just to stuff your skeleton right back into the dirt nigga
What you made this year? What you worth nigga?
I dropped “Dreams & Nightmares,” I made church nigga
I did “I'ma Boss,” youngin' set the summer off
Man these old niggas mad at me cause they fallin' off!
Ha! Get your hate on Cass
And we ain't talking larceny cause they all trash
And your goons ain't riding witcha, they all mad
Cause you ain't never put no food up in AR abs
My dog killed a body for ya, damn he didn't eat from it
Now you mad at Swizz cause you can't get a beat from him
Once my niggas coming at you dog, we gon' keep comin'
We ain't no Forest Gump nigga, better keep runnin'
D.C. nigga, you P.C. nigga
While you was scared, I was eatin' chichi nigga
Talking to Tip about how we gon' beast these niggas
All I know is bang bang, like that Chief Keef nigga
Got a matte black Aston, gold rims on it
Bitch looking like it got a pair of Timbs on it
Cashmere sweater, bunch of Jims on it
All my guns come with extends on it
Duck ? and hit up, tuck nigga you lit up
Cause you looking like food my youngins ready to get up
Call you for a verse and tell you to write some shit up
Boom, high stick up, jumping all out the pick up, woah

(Outro)
You know you fucked up right?
The “hustla”
You know you fucked up right?
Man I ain't doing this shit no more with you nut ass niggas
I came in the game, I ain't even signed a year nigga
I got more money than all you hatin' ass old niggas put together
Y'all niggas ain't do shit!
Talkin' all this Philly shit
Y'all niggas ain't put no foreigns out here nigga
All my niggas drive foreigns!
My niggas don't even rap and drive better cars than you niggas
Coon copped that ‘Rari , you don't feel sorry for these bitch ass rappers!
You can't come to Philly no more!
And not even because of this, you was never comin' to Philly
You been living here eight years you pussy ass nigga!

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(hook)
i did it for my dawgs (i did it for my dawgs) x8
oh lord!

(verse : rick ross)
hundred in the mula got more diamonds than a jeweler
top down on the car, might be riding with a shooter
nigga down to do ya, i aint fucking with a curl bar
nickle plated ruger have you in a box on worldstar
duck nigga, duck nigga, duck nigga, duck nigga
where i’m from you call the fuck nigga
pistol in the freezer, spend a kilo on the visa
courtside sportscenter, i can make you a believer
everybody going broke, keep it real, you gotta fight it
hundred kilo’s in the beemer, boy don’t make me get excited
couple milli on the neck like i’m tryna get indicted
got a mansion, got a yacht, bad bitch and a tiger
real niggas, taking over televisions
dope boys riding in a new set of benzes
hot boy, young boy, still on fire
what’s a death sentence cause we all gotta die

(hook)
i did it for my dawgs (i did it for my dawgs) x4
oh lord!

(verse : meek mill)
sittin’ on them m’s, mad shit is gettin realer
break it easy ,got my hood looking like a strilla
buying all these foreigns i be in and out the dealer
just to let my niggas hold on when they rollin, it could kill ‘em
and these suckas, i don’t feel ‘em
i don’t even see ‘em
i’mma die fly, rest in peace aaliyah
half my dawgs dead, the rest of them is here
if all your jewels fake, how the fuck we gon believe ya
said i did it for my dawgs, did it for my dawgs
everybody ridin’ till you sit ‘em in the morgue
started with a bonnie now i’m sittin’ in a porsche
with the shooters right behind me
shit, you looking at a boss
rose gold rolie on my wrist, flawless
hundred bottles send ‘em to the vip, ballin’
basketball leather in the benz, spalding
ya’ll niggas talking, fuck is yall retarded?

(hook)
i did it for my dawgs (i did it for my dawgs) x4
oh lord!

(verse : french montana)
i did it for my dawgs
did it for them niggas with a vision like a boss
did it for them niggas in the kitchen with the salt
now i’m in that white thing, 500 horses for my niggas in the carver
got dice in my hand and a drop head rolly
staring at the ceiling when i wake up in the morning
my dawg doing life, try to see him ‘fore he hit the coffin’
play with my paper, run up in your offices
it’s the ’012 ice cube nigga with the raider hat
a maniac nigga, where the paper at
highway to life, need a hundred mill exit
50 on the wrist, hundred on the necklace

(hook)
i did it for my dawgs (i did it for my dawgs) x4
oh lord!

(verse : jadakiss)
yo, watch who you drinking with
watch who you smoking with
1.7 in my safe when i open it (cash)
if i put 7 in ya face, will i open it
and i know tomorrow aint promised but i hope it is
love to get acquanted with you
stay and tear the jail up
did it for my dawgs so i had to put the bails up
get them thangs off so i haven’t put the scales up
treat you like a pit, get ya ears and ya tail cut
choppas still hot, you can hold it for yourself
versace, same buckle on the loafers and the belt
yeh the pills is flying but the smokers is something else
if the spot catch fire, the coke will just really melt
the dough got ‘em bringing in the broads
obvious the flow got ‘em screaming for the lord
if there’s money on ya head what you think is the reward?
i aint do it for myself, you know who i did it for?

(outro)
i did it for my dawgs
oh lord!

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'Triumphant (Get 'Em)' Lyrics - Mariah Carey (Ft. Rick Ross & Meek Mill)
Here is Triumphant (Get 'Em) Lyrics by Mariah Carey Ft. Rick Ross & Meek Mill

[hook]
get em, get em, get em (go)
hit em, hit em, hit em (go)
get em, get em, get em (go)
hit em, hit em, hit em (go)
get em, get em, get em (go)
hit em, hit em, hit em (go)

[meek mill]
they told me get em, i got em,
i swear this word to my father
and the only way to make it to the top
if you go and get it from the bottom
and i ain’t never asked for no hand outs
you won’t carry me, no mariah
these haters love when i was dead broke
but they ain’t mad at me,
i’m on fire and i’m gon’ burn
and i ain’t gon’ learn,
i remember they said that it ain’t my turn
but it ain’t confirmed, then the tables turned
just look at me now, try to hold me down
but i ain’t gon’ stop, cause i’m gon’ climb
to the mountain top, to the mountain top, now let go

[mariah carey]
can’t fall down stay triumphant keep on living
stay on your toes
get off the ropes
don’t let em ever count you out
realize all things are possible
in your heart who’s the greatest
reach for the stars
be all that you are
and make em all fall down

[rick ross]
path that i chose flashing camera’s as i pose
throwing big money as she dances on the pole
lime green lamborghini dances in the road
license still suspended, no i never stop for tolls
born slick talker, twice a week shopper
blow a hundred racks she don’t know a footlocker
red bottom boss house big as baltimore
with a blonde bombshell tryin to bomb with your boy
in the james bond beamer chrome wheel two seater
smoking like pimp c, spoken like a trill nigga
on a cloudy day baby i can make it rain
rubber band, 50 grand bet it brighten up your day
came from humble beginnings
then was hummers and benzes
now it’s hundred and millions this is only the beginning
a don, a diva, the bomb achiever
the one believer, the game gets deeper

[mariah carey]
can’t fall down stay triumphant keep on living
stay on your toes, get off the ropes
don’t let em ever count you out
realize all things are possible
in your heart who’s the greatest
reach for the stars
be all that you are
and make em all fall down

[hook]
get em, get em, get em (go)
hit em, hit em, hit em (go)
get em, get em, get em (go)
hit em, hit em, hit em (go)
get em, get em, get em (go)
hit em, hit em, hit em (go)
get em, get em, get em (go)
hit em, hit em, hit em (go)

can’t fall down now, so even when clouds surround you
and everyone seems to doubt you
baby still know who you are
so you gotta keep on climbing
in spite of the chains that bind you
you can see the mountain top
it’s not too far

can’t fall down stay triumphant keep on living
stay on your toes
get off the rope
don’t let em ever count you out
realize all things are possible
in your heart who’s the greatest
reach for the stars
be all that you are
and make em all fall down

can’t fall down stay triumphant keep on living
(get em, get em, get em)
stay on your toes get off the ropes
(stay on your toes)
don’t let em ever count you out
(no, no, no, no)
(get em, get em, get em, get em go)
realize all things are possible
in your heart who’s the greatest
reach for the stars
be all that you are
and make em all fall down

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[Sean Kingston]
These hose are triflin’
That’s why we aint gon wife ‘em
These young niggas better smart up
And don’t get caught up
Said shawty got a husband
But she out here creepin’
These young niggas better smart up
And don’t get caught up

Don’t do it, noooo
Don’t do it, noooo
Don’t do it,
Just cause she fine with ass
But she just want a nigga with cash
She triflin’

[Meek Mill]
Shawty got a man, but she creepin’ though
I guess she want a young nigga eatin’ though
But I was never known to keep a hoe
Met her in mia, was with my nigga Tre a week ago
A friend told me he had two weeks before
She said she aint fuck in months, I’m like you sneaky hoe
But I knew some bitches like my sneakers though
Fucking all my homies she was tryna keep a secret though
Loving the crew, love the place for the team
She sucking my dick, guess we chasing her dream
I’m made her go ham, he made her a queen
I aint chasing these hoes, no nigga I’m chasing this cream

[Sean Kingston - Chorus]

[Nipsey Hussle]
She look good, but to me she just a bummy bitch
Tryna fall in love cause she know I’m bumpy rich
Hear my name ringing, she know I’m on my tip
She can’t walk out her house without hearing ‘em play my shit
2008 came in this game and I aint made a grip
I’m sucking, ducking, fucking with the ones I made it with
One thing they knew about Nip Hussle I don’t save a bitch
She be content with saying, she done fucked a famous crip
Basic bitches that we flippin’, you be laying with
Her pussy played out, we call that Avirex
OBGYN, she got you in labour with
Your maybe baby cause you weak and be chasing yo dick nigga

[Chorus]

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I’ve been logging in my bed, crying til my eyes are red
We both said that things will change
But it’s still the same shade of gray
I get mad you walk away
When it all just start to fade
I know you’re fed up so am I
But we just can’t say goodbye
Boy, you know I love you
But I just can’t go on no more
Feelin’ this way

[Chorus]
You got me sayin’ why, why, why?
Can’t we get it right?
Just can’t get it right
Don’t know why, why, why?
Can’t we get it right
No matter how hard we try

I got her looking at me sideways
Live every night like it’s a Friday
My conversations are so monumental
Licking on her ear, I’m whispering a couple riddles
She fell in love with my technique
I made her call me boss when in the bedsheets
We both coming from the same place
All in her both coming at the same place
Still on my dope boy swag
Top down on my Cam’ron, Oh boy swag
Played the hand we were dealt from the beginning, baby
You the dealer, cut the deck, while we winning baby

[Chorus]

Can’t we turn love around
We build it up to break it down
If you knew the way I feel
You would know that this love is real
But live in heaven, go to hell then
Go right back, across the lesson
Tired of stressin’, get the message
I can’t live in this depression no more
Boy, you know I love you
But I just can’t go on feeling like this no more

[Chorus]

Back on my own again
I don’t want this to end
But baby I need a friend to show me some more
And i think it should be you

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[DJ Drama]
You see I been waiting
Waiting on that time
Feel me if you been waiting on yours
That moment…
Is close

[Hook: Jeremih]
Tired of living day to day like everything is alright
Just waiting on that moment
Waiting on my moment

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Old dude met mom it was on
Then he named me over a phone, prison term
Live and learn, sippin’ syrup with my vision blurred
Take this cup of reality, niggas finna err
When you start from the bottom you can see the top
So when you get to it, don’t let ‘em see the spot
Next thing you know you lookin’ for a rent sign
Upper echelon, bitch we skip line
I remember reminiscing in the kitchen like
I wonder when the Braves gon’ win it
I wonder when the Falcons gon’ get here
Pyrex vison, made more than I ever made with DTP this year

[Hook: Jeremiah]
Tired of livin’ day to day like everything is alright
Livin like theres one thing on my mind
Just waiting on that moment
Waiting on my moment
Waiting on my moment
you say you got that OG hell
Next time thats mine
Long as I stay hustlin im gon’ shine
Just waiting on that moment
Waiting on my moment

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Just waiting on my moment
Bad hoes im shonin
Time came and I owned it
Just like Lebron James and start ballin
When I touch the block I cracked the block
When I pulled up in that ? drop
With that roof off and my shoes off
On you bitch niggas, Real talk
Real nigga in my hood, who errbody gon’ root for
They see my come from that bottom
Where errbody get bout it
They told me get em, I got em
Now im here nigga like yeah nigga
Just rolls royce and Bugattis
And m4 this year nigga
If I dont grind, I dont shine
If I dont shine, then I don’ eat
Won’t eat, then ima starve
If ima starve, I pull heat
On all yall bitch ass niggas
All yall rich azz niggas
Cuz if I don’ make no money nigga
Im gon’ take yo money nigga

[Hook:]

[Verse 3: Jeremiah]
Since life ain’t promised..
Live it up live it up live it up
Here before it come this far
Give it up give it up give it up
“I won’t” give it up give it up give up
Until I have it all, YEAH

[Hook:]

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[Intro]
Hey yo, Arthur, call that nigga Walle,
Tell that nigga to call French Montana
Tell French to call motherfucking Meek Mill
Tell that nigga let me hold this beat one more time nigga
Mmg, waddup?

[The Game]
Rolling up on them 20’s, hoes all over my car though
Getting bitches that lucci, black ricky Ricardo
Gucci, Gucci, that Prada, Prada,
Fireworks in this bitch
Tell them hoes to go on my bottle
They gonna die thirst in this bitch
I supply the work niggas talk I gotta murk
Fresh to death I gotta hearse
I fuck the bitch you by the purse
Fuck nigga, I ain’t stunting no fuck nigga
28 to my truck nigga, pack the track wassup nigga
You don’t ride for them bucks nigga

Yeah, I’m in the kitchen going ham again
We ain’t throwing bottles nigga, we don’t get them hammers in
Tony Parker so real niggas know that’s hoes shit
All you single niggas put this new dick on your old bitch
I’ve been high since 06 I’ve been rich since 08
Since Wale had short hair, I’ve been Popping that Rose
Hey, what them hoes say, hurricane he wanted ten
Walk in the club with 100 rounds
Let my niggas in and we shut it down
That’s calamy on Minday, Rocksbery on Thursday
Toxic on Saturday, tell Arthur I ain’t got a day
Grey stones on my chain, grey stones on Sunday
Bad bitches in line outside, you gonn get it one day, bitch
You aren’t made for this
So many chains on me they think that I slave in this bitch
We throwing money everywhere, that jayz on I don’t never wear
Got a bad bitch from Delaware, that derry on shake the derriere
Whoa, Nelly, where the fuck is Nelly?
Got a bitch yelling ea, while a nigga watching belly
Got a bitch to love ti, got a bitch to love tutu
Tell him soon to the bi, tell them hoes it’s all Gucci
I got Louie, I got Loubies, nigga my life is a movie
Popping bottles like I’m b way, tell them send me like three space
Peach Sirrock, coconut, cranberry, open up
Then we neck in tron, real nigga I’m gone

[Meek Mill]
Chain all V.S. I ain’t with the B.S
Catch me in your city riding hard through the B.X
Skinny nigga but I do it Large like a 3X
The last nigga tried to do me wrong umm he checked
Right back to that money slinging O’s in the P.Jects
Or prolly catchin mileage while the pilot steer the P-Jet
Cause we next and we flex like

[Big Sean]
90PX, working all night no breaks or a recess
Vroom vroom yeah I know my car sound like a T-Rex
Bitch, I’m 23 years old and I ain’t riding in a Prius
My cousin finished school can’t believe he graduated
Threw him 20,000 dollars told his ass congratulations
Cause me, I wasn’t made for that shit
But I could probably hire him and who all paid for his shit
And to all the hoes that was dissin’ I pray to God that you see me
I’m on a yacht getting hella’ high smoking good that seaweed
Bad bitch in her cha-cha grabbing on her chi-chi’s
Million dollar deals on my email you mad as hell you ain’t CC’ed
Chain all V.S. bitch you knows it’s B.S. boy I run my city

[Meek Mill]
End of story, nigga P.S
All white Maybach Greenbay they packed
Y’all niggas was snackin’ ‘member the hard nights we trappin’
And they say lifes a game of chess you can play checkers all on my jacket
Cause it’s Damier and we bombs away on y’all big rappers
I say yeah nigga I murder that Panamera inserted back
Niggas say they want beef well where the fuck is my burger at?
I got white was serving that I been to jail I ain’t going back
I alley oop your bitch off that backboard she throw it back
I slam dunk in that pussy, Blake Griffin’d yo ho, nigga
Maybach with Ricky Ross my chain rock like I know Jigga
Thats cause I do ho, shout out to my new ho
That pussy pink like Nuvo and I dog that Cujo

[Big Sean]
Niggas wanna talk what they gon’ say (gon’ say)
I hit the pedal til that motherfucker break (til it break)
Freaky bitches love the money I make
And to live like this you motherfuckers gotta pay
So let that shit burn

[Meek Mill]
Let that shit burn I’mma let that shit burn let that shit burn (burn, gasoline)
The roof on fire I’m only gettin’ higher
50 racks in my pocket I want bottles I’mma let that shit burn

[Big Sean]
Bitch I had one shot and I ain’t blow it
Riding til the wheels fall off and they tow it
I got green on top of green damn its looking like I grow it
D-Town the hood behind me like a king cobra

[Meek Mill]
Burn bitch I let it burn bitch
My money straighter than a motherfucking perm bitch
No navigation you can see it is my turn chyea (swerve, swerve)
Shorty give me all that brain still ain’t never learned shit

[Big Sean]
Oh that’s your girl? Damn nigga you ain’t learn shit
She naked in my studio I’m on that Howard Stern shit
I swear that mac 10 is my barbell, Finally Famous the cartel
Hit your girl in my whip and now that pussy got the new car smell
Same shit different day I ain’t broke no more it’s a different day
Don’t turn me down I got shit to say my purp strong like it’s lifting weights
It’s Sean Don sippin’ Chandon I got a bad bitch with them pom pom’s
My Rollie don’t tick-tock your shit sound like a time bomb, boom, lil’ bitch

[Hook: Big Sean & Meek Mill]

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[rick ross - hook]
poof! there go the car
poof! there go the crib
poof! a hundred mill
woop, david copperfield
david copperfield, david copperfield
poof! there go the car
poof! there go the crib
poof! a hundred mill
woop, david copperfield
david copperfield, david copperfield

[meek mill]
could you knock that hoe?
could you blame that bitch?
cause you wanna roll with a real nigga like me
then go and suck that dick like hoe to a fiend
fuck throat when i lean, take long on a purp
mad hoe on the beam, still money over these hoes
got ysl on my clothes, and blood drip on my sneakers
nigga you hating on me, she chose
and i ain’t fuck your girl she role
my stick shift she drove did everything that she ‘pose
i pull my camera out and she posed
and i was like god damn, drop that, pop that
got the top back, on a drop back, i’m back
in a glock, where the crotch at
i’m strapped where the rocks at?
where the watch at? stop that!
you got that, got that ?
got racks, y’all niggas ain’t about that, about that life

[rick ross - hook]

[meek mill]
poof, niggas fuck your life
fuck y’all niggas and fuck your wife
got 2 bad bitches with a nigga
and they aint know they gonna fuck all night
and i rock hard white
niggas wrist game pride
i pull up on the horse
and i’m sitting on fours
in a big boy drive
call big boy shot
all clear stones in my big boy watch
all year long got the strip on lock
everytime we in this bitch man she ain’t gonna pop
my hip on glock, your hip on nothing
my niggas got racks, your niggas be frontin’
red cartier, red bone bitch, red bottoms on her
hair long as shit, hold up
yellow gold rub, yellow bone hoe
and yellow bottoms, its paid nigga
hoe, i’m made niggas

[rick ross - hook]

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[intro: rick ross]
this shit is highly sophisticated i just make it look easy nigga
follow me

[verse 1: rick ross]
i’m so sophisticated
to get a verse from me, you gotta be initiated
to get a purse from me, she gotta be sophisticated
purchase a whip from me and never miss a single payment
i’m from the city where the muslims even christians hate it
even the black folk hate to see another nigga made it
tell all them pussies to chill, champagne refrigerated
just bought a chopper ‘cause the last one, got it confiscated
counting a hundred mill so many times, i contemplated
you wanna be the hottest but that shit get complicated
i pull your card, i know you’re pussy by your conversation
show you the safe, you’ll have to kill me for that combination
made another two milli just off the compilation
i just hit a lick, i’m telling you this shit amazing
got a white bitch, she fucking me just like she jamaican
sippin’ purple and that muthafucker concentrated
this for my niggas in them prisons, overpopulated

[hook: rick ross]
this the mob so you gotta get initiated
if you a mob, then you gotta make an issue payment
we going hard, run it back just like it’s walter payton
the game’s sweet, gave all my niggas an occupation (ugh)
we so sophisticated (ugh)
shit so sophisticated (woop)
hundred millionaires, guess you made it (ugh)

[verse 2: rick ross]
i’m so sophisticated
smoking weed, busting open dolla liquor later
i bust her open then i tell her i’ma lick her later
pull out the stick and spray that bitch just like it’s activator
time to lay down these niggas who still be masquerading
we know you pussies, so you got my niggas masturbating
round of applause ‘cause them choppers be so captivating
so sophisticated ‘cause them hits be calculated
put yo dick in the dirt, now you decapitated
i’m getting money so you’ll never hear me talking petty
tatted on my stomach, rich forever, makaveli
fifty million, hundred million, it’s accumulating
i’m the hottest and these other niggas cooling, ain’t it
i got a bitch i’m fucking that you see on bet
my lil’ haiti shooters will have yo ass on tmz
breaking news and we still get them for 10 a key
and if he faking, fuck him, tell them niggas “c’est la vie”

[hook]

[verse 3: meek mill]
shittin’ on these haters, ball hard d-waders
ever since i got money, e’rybody need favors
that’s why i ain’t got no homies, and i ain’t got no neighbors
but i be on my grind like i ain’t got no paper
but i’m so rich and i got yo bitch
all in my whip and she all on my dick
with a hand on my stick, tryna live in my crib
‘cause i handle my shit like a candle got lit
‘cause i burn shit down, yea i’m in my bag
and these nigg** so mad it’s my turn now
and i get that cash, my bitch so bad, she know sophisticated
i’m balling hard, fucking bitches and ain’t got shit for haters
i hang my arm out the window now watch me get the paper
my neck so frosty, you frauding, yo shit refrigerator
boy you an imitator
you ain’t got no m’s in yo account, i never ask my amount
treat that bad bitch like a bad check ’cause i cash that and i bounce
i ain’t never had shit but i grab shit and i cashed out on that ounce
and i flipped that to a bird and bounced back like word

[hook]

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see when i do joints like this
i do it for the youngin in the ghetto
that …won’t ever hear the story
cause he ain’t gonna make it to tell you
see you know what’s crazy
i went to court the other day, how the da say she hates me
how you gonna hate me when me and lou just took 30 racks
and put coats on them kids back
it’s 30 degrees outside
24, how could i ask for more?
i got my dealers getting real, i’m making cash of
stunting every chance i get because i help the poor
but every time i go to sleep i hear the…at my door
and i’m on them papers so them courts i’m going back and forth
dealing with probation man they all said i’ll be back for sure
mind is … you wonder why them babies running crazy
steady clapping off, getting life before they get pussy…
locked in cages, having fighting over cookies
… i’m happy them days ain’t never kill me
yeah i remember, it was a hot december
niggas dying … winter, cause them kids need them toys
well santa clause don’t see them boys, don’t see them girls around here
there’s jack boys downstairs, no man with the big bag
just a man with a big gap tryna take your shit back
cause he feel the world owe him
and his daughter want a barbie buy for christmas
even show her, that his love is there, no mother there
just her little brother there…and use the drugs…
we get high to get buy, hot dogs more…
with tears drift from red eyes
where ends don’t mean the deadline
the d.a. said she hate me but i just don’t understand
when i just rock the show in front of 50 000 fans
i think that gets racist, she prolly in the class
she take her pain out on me, but she prolly need a man
i took my mind from…we came a long way from welfare and …
cause i’m balling, yeah, i’m balling
it’s like sometimes i always gotta let these …joints…in the streets
… last night we just came out giving 200-300 pair shoes to the schools
to the boys and girls basketball teams
how you hate me?
you hate me cause i’m doing what i’m supposed to do
and i got that money and i’m making more money than you
well bitch you can hate me for that
let’s get it.

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[verse 1: french montana]
brand new drop, i’m riding through harlem
500 at the villa ain’t no problem
plumber in the back seat, pipe work
chasing them checks, nike work
red bottoms with the spike work
making a movie, spike work
pink drank on, sprite work
30 chains on, bet the light work
get it, i spend it, cop white ghost tinted
smoke a whole pound in it so you know it ain’t rented
25 on the bear hoodie, go and tell peta
10 million off of mixtapes before i drop a single
slight work

[verse 2: wale]
young folarin, gold bottles, we so thorough
my new flow bought hublots below zero
old sneakers that’s worth more than your new apparel
i’m on one, no two-steppin’ in margiela
if you got a blunt, then we got 2
if i got a blunt, you might gotta move
i don’t like to stunt, but now i got to
to celebrating the fact that i’m not you!

remix indeed

okay, shake it, shake it, shake it
can’t wait to see you naked
they cannot see me cause when they see me i’m getting faded
double m we the greatest, women is on the couch
they tryna get it in, we gotta point ‘em out
and then i dance on ‘em
i bet your __ would too with this cash on ya
okay hold up, just might dance on ‘em
let’s say we have a long night and a fast morning
work!

[hook: wale]
slight work, slight work
the wrong drink, the right work
slight work, light work
the wrong drink, the right work

[bridge: french montana]
(work, work) talking ’bout a slight work
(work, work) talking ’bout a slight work
(work, work) talking ’bout a slight work
(work, work) talking ’bout a slight work

[verse 3: diddy]
get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party
then cop a bugatti just to let the oscar ride shotty
how could not admire me? jocking my men entirely
chop the top off the drop and tell ‘em basquiat inspired me
i step up in the spot, they get to working hard
she bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art
i’m the one all the bosses call the boss
i fathered the game, feel like i’m watching my sons floss

[verse 4: ma$e]
what you want me say? what you want me do?
different kind of money make different kind of moves
different kind of dudes wear different kind of jewels
different kind of drop on, different kind of shoes
wear my hat to the back, i’m in a different kind of mood
you get a different kind of chill from a different kind of cool
think they mad with my past, wait ’til they see my future
only dude from the unit, mmg recruited
getting money like i’m jewish, get attention like a nudist
got a cult following of bad broads like i’m buddhist
as a student, i’m a truant, and you know my mind affluent
think you clueless then you foolish if your crew don’t have a judas
wanna know what i been through, what you into
put it all on the table, do it like a menu
get you wider than a venue, humming like hindu
feeling like a dream and nobody pinch you
slight work…

[hook] + [bridge x2]

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chorus:
it’s a lifestyle nigger
racked up shawty, racked up shawty
all these bitches call me racked up shawty
racked up shawty, racked up shawty
all these bitches call me racked up shawty

racks all over my wrist, racks all over my neck
i spend racks all over my bitch
look at these racks all over my check
nigger, i’m racked up, and i’m racked out
fuck a bitch, she tap out
fuck a bitch, now pass out
my pockets …don’t stack house
cause i ball out, i’m twanged out
all black may vex out
you all niggers just… shit
and i let a shit that i rap about
these racks came from my crack house
dirty money like diddy
damn, these niggers ain’t nothing saint
got thirty of that fifty!
tell them hoes that i’m busy
tell them hoes that i’m bowling
..why is all keep calling?
you all niggers be frowning
acting like you got it
..that’s racks off my pocket

chorus:
racked up shawty, racked up shawty
all these bitches call me racked up shawty
racked up shawty, racked up shawty
all these bitches call me racked up shawty

my shoes cost me a ride, my outfit off the…
my present into rolly, i’m calling up the … shit
damn, i’m in the rap shit, two maserati
won’t kiss me in that… that’s worth a…
that’s worth a…
rest in peace to the…
kill niggers for acting, rest in peace that are legends
catch me in that ass…
i’m what’s up for asking
they talk behind my bitch back, they must have seen her ass…
from .. town like the…
pop pills, no aspirin, like a sky slope in aspen
it’s going down, going down
i broke my sky racks…

chorus:
racked up shawty, racked up shawty
all these bitches call me racked up shawty
racked up shawty, racked up shawty
all these bitches call me racked up shawty

you’re racked up, i’m racked down
black ferrari blacked out
black friday, black now
pop the space, black jack
bitch, i’m hot than …
made you fifty this week
hottest bitch all in,
bowling bitch, sports in!
..tore her over mix-tape.
backed up shawty, chain…
came here with one bitch, left out with forty.
show my homie… show my homie…
load the crib a couple mil, and i ain’t trying to break…
cold boy that maybach, that bad boy, that stay strap
here it goes, fuck that maybach…

chorus:
racked up shawty, racked up shawty
all these bitches call me racked up shawty
racked up shawty, racked up shawty
all these bitches call me racked up shawty

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ready or not, here i come
you can’t hide, nigga i’m too damn fly
sippin’ all of this purple got me too damn high
they say they got pretty soon but got too damn size
i’m like niggas ain’t loyal, niggas ain’t loyal
all these voices in my head sayin’ niggas ain’t for you
and when you get money these niggas aim for you
and when it’s lookin’ sunny these niggas rain on you
it’s a dark cloud over me, money took control of me
i’m barely gettin’ tired to sing my song unless you heard of me
baby momma trippin’ out
i tell her to work with me
i’m on probation still, stackers niggas wanna murder me
and lately i’ve been gettin’ faded (faded)
got a couple armies out cuz them niggas hate me
and all the bitches wanna fuck cuz the nigga made
i’m gettin’ paper, hot coated, double figurator

young niggas gettin’ money
young niggas gettin’ money
young niggas gonna get it yeah
and then the dang bang chain
but the bezel on my runny and diamonds in my chain

young rich nigga caught a millie worth of juice
bad bitch with me tryna blow me like a fuse
just to get a bag and maybe a pair of shoes
and he crazy with your lady if do for a pair of louves
big dreams turn to big things
i’ve been waitin’ on this day since i was 16
in the kitchen with them things tryna make a killin’
we in the better now, ever mind i’m makin’ millions
and these niggas talkin’ rappers cuz they think i’m chillin’
‘til i put some money on their head, yea make them feel it
how they on, honest dog like they never knew ‘em
i have a merely walk upon when we run into ‘em
clothes wearin’ shorty, have to put the sun through ‘em
so i hope you ready cuz we’re heavy and we’re comin’ for ya

young niggas gettin’ money
young niggas gettin’ money
young niggas gonna get it yeah
and then the dang bang chain
but the bezel on my runny and diamonds in my chain

the meek shall inherit the earth
so imma own this bitch until i’m buried in dirt
i only rode with niggas that would carry me to my hurse
blesses for my grandma, she carry me to that church
and i don’t know why, i just feel like i’m the one
they level me in fit but now look what i become
or should i say cocaine? mom i doin’ it for the fame
i thought will they never make it but a winner gets the grain
charges allyed in my name, says allegiance to my character
life’s a bitch, she cheated on me but i married her
niggas gettin’ murdered, this shit is gettin’ scarier
got in all the potholes, jumpin’ all the perrier’s
bitch! i feel like i just got in that pussy
said she wanna be a star, that’s why she brought me that pussy
tryna win, says she ain’t the mux winner
that’s why i take the time, just to play ‘er much thinner
cuz i’d never cold like not the winter
not the weather, i’m talkin’ about within us
you for that money? see as they kick a man and a friend
they get this man in the fight, i’m just like the pigeon
so every day that i wake up, my undivided attention
they go to get my cake up and stayin’ out of them prisons
yea, the system made me stronger
the bein’ broke just gave me my hunger

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