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- Meek Mill Believe It 歌詞
- Meek Mill
- All I talk about is money
Cause that's all I know
I gotta a bad bitch in my Chevy
Sellin Miley Cyrus in my brand new Monte Carlo
I got that Justin Bieber please believe it
A quarter million hangin' on my collar
A half a million in my duffle bag (duffle bag)
Now I'm riding in my Cadillac (Cadillac)
Hammers and the f**king vogues
I'm ridin' clean and I'm f**kin hoes (hah)
Okay I woke up this morning tryna get this money
Ya'll niggas was yawning and I'd made it by 20
I got young boys on that corner I call what you got for me
He say I done moved the whole thing couple rocks all I got on me
I say yeah nigga it's go he say yeah nigga we on
I said I be on my way break a brick down in our zones
And I got work I got work
And I got pills and I got purp
And I got goons that's on my team
And they gon' kill like I got murked
If I say so and I say go
And they go ham and I lay low
I drop that work off in that toaster
I let go of my eggo
And this for sale nigga
28 grams on my scale nigga
Come and get it all
I gotta a bad bitch in my Chevy
Sellin Miley Cyrus in my brand new Monte Carlo
I got that Justin Bieber please believe it
A quarter million hangin' on my collar
A half a million in my duffle bag (duffle bag)
Now I'm riding in my Cadillac (Cadillac)
Hammers and the f**king vogues
I'm ridin' clean and I'm f**kin hoes (hah)
Hold on wait a minute
You got the realest and the richest niggas in the building
Feel me
Whole nigga won't knock you off
Hate the way a nigga love to ball
All the war common law
Straight killer thats mama fault
Dope boy in my DNA
Straight chips Fritolay
8 clips ay Jose
Hector my amigo straight
Don't want no beef I may crack your taco
I'm screaming rest in peace Griselda Blanco
I got that Justin Bieber please believe it
I ate that pussy can you keep a secret
Benzo on 4's nigga countin' all my hoes nigga
That's all I knows nigga that's all y'all hosed nigga
I gotta a bad bitch in my Chevy
Sellin Miley Cyrus in my brand new Monte Carlo
I got that Justin Bieber please believe it
A quarter million hangin' on my collar
A half a million in my duffle bag (duffle bag)
Now I'm riding in my Cadillac (Cadillac)
Hammers and the f**king vogues
I'm ridin' clean and I'm f**kin hoes
I'm ridin' clean I'm f**king hoes
I'm f**kin' hoes I'm ridin' clean
Niggas sellin' that China white
F**k around with that Yao Ming
Bad bitch and she talk dirty
Talk dirty her mouth clean
I was sellin' that white shit
Ya'll niggas have boy scout dreams
Spend eighty-thou on my Rolly
Young nigga ball like Kobe
Riding round me and Chino
And my young nigga Goldie
Hot whips you ain’t seen though
Limo thats my Rolly
Two-eleven on yo bitch
Turn yo ass she stole it
My neck look like a light show
My pocket they need lipo
I stand tall no iPhone
And them goons go wherever I go
Ya'll niggas pussy like dike hoes
All we know is get paid nigga
I ball hard like Lebron James
And Rozay D-wade nigga
I gotta a bad bitch in my Chevy
Sellin Miley Cyrus in my brand new Monte Carlo
I got that Justin Bieber please believe it
A quarter million hangin' on my collar
A half a million in my duffle bag (duffle bag)
Now I'm riding in my Cadillac (Cadillac)
Hammers and the f**king vogues
I'm ridin' clean and I'm f**kin hoes (hah)
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