Meek Mill - Dreams Worth More Than Money (Freestyle) Lyrics

Meek Mill - Dreams Worth More Than Money (Freestyle) Lyrics:

Come on let's get it
Ya nigga my album comin'
Dreams worth more than money nigga
This mother fuckin' summer
I been gettin' so much mofuckin' money nigga
Fuckin' all these bitches
I think I done took a year off
Still snappin' though
A lot of niggas fallin' off
We ain't doing nothin' but gettin' stronger nigga
New deals, new money, double M G Dreamchaser
Let's get it

My man got booked with a stone of white
If they make his bail a 'mil, he coming home tonight
I went from standing on them corners, jumping on them flights
Talking jumping out of Bentleys, jumping on them bikes
Middle of the jungle no strap, ice on
Niggas pussy in the dark, let's turn them lights on
I used to sleep on the same floors the mice on
Now it's Italian marble, moon walking like Mike doing
Rest in peace to Mike, I rest in peace the mic
I pop a couple percs, I drink that Easter Sprite
Its levels to this shit, dog you won't believe my life
Peanut butter jelly on a french toast, eating right
Champagne gargling, everything is marvelous
62 Maybach, I can barely park the shit
Got these rappers scared see em' shaking like it's Parkinsons
If they said my name they got flamed, I'm the arsonist
A man don't eat he gonna starve, a man gonna starve he gonna die
I know that they gonna try, that's why I stay strapped with a brand new mac and it's 45
So when they jump fast, better whistle like off-sides
Cause I'm from Philly, we'll eat your cheese steak
I told Diddy, I ain't walking for no cheesecake
Cause the jeweler making the band with the freeze face
I'm on now, I got neighbors like in 3 states

Do it for the vine, I ain't gonna do it
Lets talk about the time when I use to go through it
Nappy ass braids, with the cold shooters
We was playing with razors before they had the little scooters
Shit I walked in with my Pumas on, you ain't even know it
These a million dollar pair of sneaks nigga, you ain't even know it
Said Reebok dropped Ross, we ain't even know it
Cause he went and brought that Bentley Breitling, he ain't even show it
At 21 I wanted to pop a bottle
At 22 I wanted the hottest model
At 23 I wanted the Rolls-Royce
So what you think I did, I went and fucking got it
I hit my hood, niggas looking fucking sour
They see me rolling and I be like you fucking coward
I just want to ball, spending the quarter on y'all
Just take a look at my car, you don't remember I starved
I want it all
Back in the day, packing the K
All that hate I made that go away
I do you dirty take you back to the A
Put in the verse like that Mac in you face
And Philly nigga, I'm mac in the bay
I'm all beast still killing shit, I'm speaking all street still killing shit
Hurricane the first week, I still killed the shit
Intro been out like a year and I'm still killing shit

Meek Mill - Make Me Lyrics

Meek Mill - Make Me Lyrics:

[Intro: Meek Mill]
I ain’t never give a fuck
You think I’m supposed to give a fuck now cause I’m rich?
Shit on me made me worse
Hatin’ ass niggas made me worse
[Bridge: Meek Mill]
I ain’t never care what a nigga had to say about me
And I ain’t never care what a bitch had to say about me
It just make me, it just make me
[Hook: Meek Mill]
And I ain’t never care what a nigga had to say about me
And I ain’t never care what a bitch had to say about me
It just make me, wana shit on ya’ll niggas
It just make me, wanna shit on ya’ll bitches straight up
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
And I done seen bitches change on me for a little paper
And I done seen niggas change on me for a little favor
It just make me, wanna stunt on ya’ll niggas
It just make me, wanna fuck on ya’ll bitches
And I be popping bottles in the club feelin’ like Meecho
And you know my niggas gonna bring them choppas everywhere we go
And I don’t ever tuck my chain I guess it’s just a niggas ego
I’m just a young nigga ballin’ wanna take me out the game D Rose
And that make me, wanna load up the choppas go crazy
And go and slide of every niggas that hatin’ me
And stunt of every single bitch that ever played me back then
You don’t wanna hear the Mac-10
No one wanna hear the stories …
Reason why I bought the Bentley and the Aston
To shit on niggas every time a nigga back then
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
And it made me, wanna shit on ya’ll niggas
Cause lately, I ain’t been feelin’ ya’ll niggas
Try and play me, I drop a brick on ya’ll niggas
And make em go crazy, on every single one of ya’ll niggas straight up
And all these hoes wanna fuck with a nigga like me
But when I was locked down ain’t none of these hoes write me
That’s why I don’t chase bitches cause the money only thing inside me
And I don’t fuck with new niggas all day one niggas beside me
We got thirties, ridin’ round tryna do a nigga dirty
Try and burn me, headshot bye bye for a birdie
And I ain’t worry, about none of ya’ll niggas tryna hurt me
I got all these killers on stand-by
And they kill any nigga tryna murk me word up
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
We don’t never hate we ain’t rattin’ on nobody
When I touch twenty mill I’m a go and get that Gotti
It just make me, wanna stack this paper
It just make me, wanna wack these haters straight up
And I be in the city going hard like a nigga own that
And you be fucking with the nigga who be fucking with the niggas code red
I can’t control my dogs with them dirty they don’t never hold back
Ask about me in my city they tell you that we really on that
I got the baddest bitch
I got the flyest whips
And God bless me I never ever gettin’ tired of this
I ain’t worried bout nothin’
I ain’t worried bout nothin’
Cause if I was worried bout somethin’
All ya’ll niggas gettin’ murdered bout somethin’ straight up
[Hook]

Meek Mill - Lil Nigga Snupe Lyrics

Meek Mill - Lil Nigga Snupe Lyrics

Meek Mill - Lil Nigga Snupe Lyrics:

[Intro]

R.I.P to my lil' nigga Snupe

[Verse 1]

Yeah, we the realest niggas in this shit

Pulling live out of Philly

Young nigga love popping bad bitches and wheelies

And I'm talking all this money, now these niggas can't feel me

Money long, team strong so these niggas can't kill me

I get a rush from this lifestyle, solid gold presidential with that iced out

When this track is in the building turn the lights down

Cause every single nigga with me gon' be iced out

Block party, living life wild

I go to court for probation and looking like trial

The DA told me she want a nigga but right now

I'm living better than ever, I'm thinkin' like "how?"

Is it the money? Is it the cars?

Is it the way a nigga living that took me this far?

But still they want me with the sins and give me them bars

They lock a nigga in the dark I still look like a star

I shine, I grind harder, I'm working my mind smarter

I take care of my grandmama, mama, my ma's daughter

They telling me I ain't shit, I made it for my father

I just hope you pray for me, matter fact sing for me

[Hook]

Lil' Snupe...

They killed my lil nigga Snupe, my lil nigga was they truth

And all he wanted was a coupe, all he wanted was a coupe

So what's a nigga 'sposed to do?

Tell 'em put the guns down or tell lil nigga shoot?

Cause they'll do the same to me, do the same shit to you

And all these niggas in my roof, that's why I got a bulletproof

[Verse 2]

As I'm rolling through my city, nigga, all I see is murder

Ain't nobody seen it but shit everybody heard it

And ain't nobody hiring so everybody serving

And all this gunfire and shit everybody murkin'

Young niggas selling caine just to get it back

And they busting out them racks till they sitting back

And if a nigga hit my homie, we gon' hit him back

And if you send him over here, know we gon' send him back

My flow iller, I came up from dope dealing

I been sayin' I'd make it, they telling me no

Nigga these voices all in my head just telling me go

Get it, I came up on four wheelers

Bananas and gorillas through the jungle

Where killers rumble and everyone pass you

Realest nigga in it no comparison

And they got the nerve to tell me I'm arrogant

But what the fuck, I'm young black, I made it in America

So I'mma ball harder than the ma'fucking Carter's

Beyoncé and Shawn, arm blue'er than their daughter

Maneuver through the water like a shark that's on a dolphin

Nigga darker than in a coffin devils on him, get off

I can look at your homies and tell you foul, dawg

Leaning with your left but you stand in southpaw

Be the same niggas that'll take you out, dawg

Leaving niggas hungry but you eating Mr. Chows, dawg

Where the love at? Where the love at?

I'll give up all this money to get lil cuz back

Before my nigga go starving like where the grub at

Give up the fame, start over and get my buzz back

Do it again, murder his killer him and his friend

Put the arena, step on the stage, kill him again

Look at the stands the feds coming feeling them in

To give my nigga a chance, see him winning again

[Hook]

Trina - Ass Fat Ft. Meek Mill Lyrics

Trina - Ass Fat Ft. Meek Mill Lyrics:

Fat, fat, fat, fat, fat

Sure she had fat, fat, fat, fat, fat

You, you going in, I’m going out

Go high and go home, what a time pass

You’re a boss; let me see that money there

You want a honey; show me how the money makes

My ass been fat watch me doing out

Give me some rum I wanna pull it out

Swinging my wide, drinking my glass

He through it up, snapping my ass

Look that, got it pumping like a check…

I got a dick, dick, ha, track on it

Let the…

When you come you know I steel have a fat ass

Say what? Skinny ways

Little bit of wide on her pretty face

Word bottles, getting straight

She says you want to think I got some…

Sure she had fat, fat, fat, fat, fat,

Sure she had fat, fat, fat, fat, fat,

Sure she had fat, fat, fat, fat, fat,

And you gonna need that ass fat, fat, fat, fat, fat

Honey we make this once then got the…we send that…

She tell me money make her come so I give a shot with that

Fat, fat, fat, fat, fat

Sure she had fat, fat, fat, fat, fat

I’m a little tipsy, feeling nice, felling my self, I’m living the life

Shining on ‘em, treat ‘em nice

My lips it’s pooping make of life

My body faking, my ass popping

Just like some other shit, rose smoking

…like a horse, rise a Porsche

She like teen boys, I like the…

Bitch I’mma stop, bitch I’mma stop

My risk getting right, female should pop

Booty to the magic, I make it happened

When you come and ask you know I still got it

Dick, ass, skinny waves, little bit of wide on her pretty face

Wid bottles, getting straight

She say you want to think I got some…

Sure she had fat, fat, fat, fat, fat

Sure she had fat, fat, fat, fat, fat

Sure she had fat, fat, fat, fat, fat

And you gonna need that ass fat, fat, fat, fat, fat

Honey we make this once then got the…we send that…

She tell me money make her come so I give a shot with that ass

Fat, fat, fat, fat, fat

Sure she had fat, fat, fat, fat, fat

Let’s go

Wale - Heaven’s Afternoon Ft. Meek Mill Lyrics

Wale - Heaven’s Afternoon Ft. Meek Mill Lyrics:

(Intro)
In the grand scheme of things
We never were supposed to have shit
Born to lose, built to win
Folarin
Let’s get it in

(Hook)
We ain’t supposed to never have nothing
We ain’t supposed to never have shit
See the growth in my rhymes
See my focus ain’t on them

(Verse 1)
Nah, at the top is just us, right
Let’s get it
PRPS, something nice you ain’t know ‘em
Givenchy, but no kilt, mi amor
We can’t leave, but we love the allure
Hold mine down and stay above what you on
On, I’m appeased and obliged
Scorpio freaks quantity Gemini
I’mma need me a light
Ridin’ through the cap, Cap STEEZ on the mind
I ain’t know him but I wish I did
Each one, teach one, may the youth live
On that, Joey Bad please hold your head
Lost one last summer, livin’ ain’t fair
While them niggas scared, we forever in
Hates see you smile, money everywhere
Dream killers out, I see them in the rear
Before I put them in a song, put them in a prayer
Amen

(Hook)
‘Cause we ain’t supposed to never have nothing
We ain’t supposed to never have shit
We ain’t supposed to never have nothing
We ain’t supposed to never have shit
See the growth in my rhymes
See my focus ain’t on them

Supposed to have nothing
Supposed to have nothing
Supposed to have nothing
Supposed to have nothing

(Verse 2)
Yeah, I’m focused, it’s Folarin here
I reckon your barbershop talk of this
Heavenly father, may the spirit of God
Help whoever at odds get your guidance quick
All we need Keisha, all we need Becky
All we need is God, and fed free fetti
My little buddy lives strong, young nigga peddle
He ain’t make it in the leagues, so the streets wed him
Gettin’ wet up on the corner in whatever weather
Boy see the jail again, he gonna see the devil
Been a week since he seen his mother
And 18 since he seen the other
I’mma pray for him
It’s safe to say, he got some pain within
It ain’t too much that I can say to him
Cause my bank statement don’t relate to him

(Hook)
‘Cause we ain’t supposed to never have nothing
We ain’t supposed to never have shit
We ain’t supposed to never have nothing
See my focus ain’t on them

(Verse 3: Meek Mill)
I was so fresh, so clean when I stepped on that scene
Put up Aston Martin, you could asked em Yasiin
When I came through the scene paper taggin on lean
Bad attention to get, that was yall dream
Hold up, let me get a feel like a Jackson hold up, I don’t feel it (nah)
Hey Wale
Yep, what’s the problem?
I’m focused, I’m Kobe, I kill it
I ain’t scared of it
Getting hired if Shaquille old Neal feel go please sing this
Girl me to the broke, they probably with me got a mill plus interest
Meek, he livin
When I was dead broke used to always tell my cellphone I’ll still be the shit
To my PO, she got me up
I’mma do the time, come home, and still be this rich
Still she the rich, I’mma still be a Meech
Got this Rico, start filming it
Hold up, try and kill me
Let me get the flow back, I was chillin it
We was chillin them strips, drop hits no ceiling
Ain’t talking bout when, you talkin them things
300 in change, got a million in whips

(Hook)
We ain’t supposed to never have nothing
That right ‘cause we ain’t supposed to never have shit
No, no, We ain’t supposed to never have nothing
You see my focus ain’t on them

Supposed to have nothing
Supposed to have nothing
Supposed to have nothing
Supposed to have nothing

Uh, started from the bottom
Yea, but now we grindin til they love em yea that’s
Uh, for the money and them commas
Yea, we can’t forget about it
Yea, started from that bottom
Yea, but now I got, it’s a problem
For that money and them dollars
And I ain’t rich but I’m still shinin
I’m still shinin, I’m still shinin
Shinin, still shinin
Shinin, still shinin
Shinin, let me shine my
Church.

Cassidy - Me Myself & iPhone (Meek Mill Diss) Lyrics

Cassidy - Me Myself & iPhone (Meek Mill Diss) Lyrics:

[Verse 1]
Hello?
“Yo, I ain’t talk to you in a miunte”
You was upstate biddin’
“Yeah, 10-year sentence”
Yup, you got locked up when I did big business
“You got in the business and did it big, no pun intended
You always was dope, and I hope you don’t get offended
but you need to drop a hot record and stay consistent”
I am, yo, listen, I slaughter my competition
I just ain’t on the radio ‘cause I ain’t ass-kissin’
“Cass, you know you sickening”
I be talkin’ slick
“I’m just talking’ shit, but yo, when the last time you talk to Swizz?”
A long time ago
“What, you don’t get along with him?”
Naw, it’s all love
“Well, you need to do a song with him”
I don’t know what’s wrong with him, but we don’t never speak
“You got hot bars you just need to get some better beats
Ya’ll put plaques on the wall a couple times, but life goes on”
Hold on, my other line – what’s up?

[Hook]
“Ayo Cass, these niggas getting’ me mad
They think you fell off, you need to get in your bag
I’m ‘bout to spazz, these niggas get on my nerves
‘Cause they not showing you the respect that you deserve
That’s my word, you been spittin’ the truth
Nothin’ but punch lines every time you get in the booth
You spit some hot shit on the track and it’s a wrap”

You already know, but yo, I’mma hit you back

[Verse 2]
Yo, Ball
“Ayo, what’s crackin’ pimp?
You was snappin’ pimp, but I don’t know what happened, pimp
Shit changed, you ain’t been the same since the accident”
Man, you said I was the best
“But now I ain’t that convinced
You need to get back with Swizz and make platinum hits
You ain’t drop a album in a while, you the problem child”
Chill, yeah, I’m still a problem, but I’m not a child
“I ain’t tryin’ to hate, but why you made that song Condom Style?”
Too many people got infected, you gotta protect it
And I could not neglect it, somebody gotta address it
It’s a positive message
“But I don’t think it was hot”
Whether you think it’s hot or not you, gotta respect it
You mad that I’m not talking reckless?
I dropped a record and got an endorsement deal so I’m not affected
“You had more metaphors before I got arrested
but I’m glad you doing business”
Hold on for a minute – talk to me

[Hook]

Yo, I heard you the other time, I’m on the other line

[Verse 3]
Yo bro
“Yo I’m still here, peep this, I’m still in the street, shit
I need to hear some street shit”
I’m spitting fire, I’m getting tired of all this weak shit
“Me too, but what you gon’ do about this Meek shit?”
He said he wanna battle niggas
but when I took him up on his offer he started to reconsider
“That cat lame, on every song he rap the same
That cat changed, he got a deal and don’t act the same”
That nigga wildin’ cause he sold a couple hundred thousand
But I sold triple what that nigga sold my first album
“He not sellin’ cause that nigga can’t stop yellin’
He know he can’t fuck with you, that nigga look up to you”
That ain’t nothing new, I raised son
I was around when that clown couldn’t even get his braids done
“Why he dropped that ‘I’m a Boss’ shit?”
‘Cause his boss say he a (BAUCE) and he just on his boss’ dick
I usually don’t get mad, but I had enough
When he dropped that song ‘Amen’ that was blasphemous
“He should praise his heavenly father, the creator”
But yo, I gotta go, I’mma holla at you later
Easy…

Mary J. Blige - Why (Remix) Lyrics (Ft. Rick Ross, Wale, Stalley & Meek Mill)

Mary J. Blige - Why (Remix) Lyrics (Ft. Rick Ross, Wale, Stalley & Meek Mill):

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

Meek Mill - Don’t Do It ft Nipsey Hussle & Sean Kingston Lyrics

Meek Mill - Don’t Do It ft Nipsey Hussle & Sean Kingston Lyrics:

[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]

DJ Drama - My Moment ft. 2 Chainz, Meek Mill & Jeremih Lyrics

DJ Drama - My Moment ft. 2 Chainz, Meek Mill & Jeremih Lyrics:

[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:]

Ashanti - No One Greater ft French Montana & Meek Mill Lyrics

Ashanti - No One Greater ft French Montana & Meek Mill Lyrics:

You love me 
You wouldn't cheat 
You would never leave me 

French Montana: 
Shorty do the most 
Remember we was close? 
Flew them private planes 
Came back on them boats 
One that gave you money 
Said you wanted love 
When I gave you love 
Said you wanted money 
All that fighting and that calling back, played out 
Got me riding in that spaceship, spaced out 
We was the dream team nothing could stop 
Now you got me sitting on my hands shaking, Waka Flocka 
Sometimes you gotta laugh to cry out 
Knowing if I leave you, shorty always down to ride out 
Me and Meek, Ashanti pouring up 
You gonna leave me and go back to what? Montana 

Ashanti: 
I'm kind of mad that I love you 
Because even when I try to move on 
I still be thinking of you 
I'm trying to get away from you 
Because all this stress in my life is all because of you 
You don't see what you got with me and I know it 
My mind says stop but heart keep going 
I'm so sick getting caught up (Caught up) 
It's got you doing what your doing 
I ain't even being thought of 

You got me 
You told me you love me 
You said that you wouldn't cheat 
You said that could never leave me 

No one, no 
No one, no 
No one, no 
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 

You acting like your scared to commit to this (Yeah) 
I thought I told you I ain't every other chick (Yeah) 
You need to understand who your dealing with (Yeah) 
Cause I ain't gonna stay putting up with this 
You keep saying that you gon' change 
But it seems like you just set in your ways 
Telling me your selfish but you, you can't help it 
If you loved me like you said then you wouldn't need no one elses, cause 

You got me 
You told me you love me 
You said that you wouldn't cheat 
You said that could never leave me 

No one, no 
No one, no 
No one, no 
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 

No one, no 
No one, no 
No one, no 
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 

Meek Millz: 
I'm just a young nigga ballin, living my life 
But every time I make it home, it's like we get in a fight 
I bet you couldn't name another girl that's living this nice 
Thirty cash on Birkin bags, baby look at the price 
And that was just the make up and then we wake up then we break up 
Then I never say much tears dripping all on your make up 
Then we up in Jacob -- jeweler fucking that cake up 
Tripin Jamaica, trying to save us just for the sake of our relationship 
Taking trips and making trips 
Got your friends checking my twitter telling you hating shit 
Make a wish, I was up in the studio making hits 
You thinking I'm with a groupie or ghouling out with them 
I've said a lot of things, did a lot of dirt 
You gotta give me credit though I try and make it work 
Before you ever met me, I was a player first 
But now you got my heart and all I say is church, amen 

Ashanti: 
No one, no 
No one, no 
No one, no 
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 

You got me 
You told me you love me 
You said that you wouldn't cheat 
You said that could never leave me 

No one, no 
No one, no 
No one, no 
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

The Game - Burn (Remix) Ft. Meek Mill & Big Sean Lyrics

The Game - Burn (Remix) Ft. Meek Mill & Big Sean Lyrics:

[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]