- Meek Mill The Trillest 歌詞
- Meek Mill
- Was the money good?
Was em bitches bad? Was they fuckin good?
Did your hood show you love? Did the hoes say you fly?
If your friends say youre loyal, throw your rollies in the sky
For the trillest, for the trillest
As the champagne pours and the campaign roars
And the lights shine bright every night they applaud for the trillest
See my momma cry too many tears
And we been broke like too many years
It aint too many kids, a couple homies, there aint too many there
And they all gotta eat, they got too many kids
To many kids with no fathers, doing too many bids
Too many bids, judge gave em kids too many years
As soon as you get that money, thats as soon they appear
Assuming you em owe something, they assuming you'll share
And yeah, Ive been losin touch with my family, it aint the same
I shouldve gave my sister some money, but I made it rain
I shouldve hit the crib with my son and played a game
But instead I ended up at the jeweller to make a chain
Its a sad saying when you make money it make you change
Like four quarters, the fourth quarter, I make a lane
Shit, I had to walk for it they talkin bout takin trains
And takin planes, I put the work in and made the name
But the question is
Was the money good?
Was them bitches bad? Was they fuckin good?
Did your hood show you love? Did the hoes say you fly?
If your friends say youre loyal, throw your rollies in the sky
For the trillest, forthe trillest
As the champagne pours and the campaign roars
And the lights shine bright every night they applaud for the trillest
I never wanted to be like Mike, I wanted to be like Mitch
Now all the lil niggas wanna be like this
I wear my chain in any city, let you see my shit
Cause I earned that, its on me, Imma keep my shit
I got blood on my money, ether in my soul
Do you know the feeling durin Easter with no clothes?
Now its stars in the ceiling, bringing ether out the Rolls
With the curtains on the windows, Im just peekin at my goals
Money made me iller, already was realer
Young kings killin young kings over skrilla
Thats why I ride around mac on me like I was Miller
Or Reggie when I shoot for that three
They drop fetty, thats good money
Come to my city, we talk heavy and die young
When we get some paper, we cop Prezis and ride rim
20 inch rims for the dope boy
Sellin that coke boy, trappin on your note boy
Got that buy it all money, fuck I need a note for!?
In them school hallways, 'fuck I need a note for!?'
We aint wanna go to class, we was sellin coke raw
The principal was coppin too, hit him with a snowball
Was the money good?
Was them bitches bad? Was they fuckin good?
Did your hood show you love? Did the hoes say you fly?
If your friends say youre loyal, throw your rollies in the sky
For the trillest, for the trillest
As the champagne pours and the campaign roars
And the lights shine bright every night they applaud for the trillest
Lookin for the intro
I was at the dealer lookin for another Benzo
Matching kicks with my Kenzo, young nigga
Heart of a lion, hungry as hippo
When I was on my last, nobody aint tell me shit though
Flow slicker than Crisco, niggas talkin, I get low
Do my thing, they jump back, know how that shit go
And they say Im arrogant
Im still eatin steak with the asparagus
When I get that money like I married it
1 milly, 2 milly, 3 milly, buried it
Since they say Im underground, I run that bitch like Harriet
Rolls Royce pushin real slow like a chariot
Pull up on them niggas that doubted me, shit embarrassin
Imma real nigga with money, never cherish it
You a fake niggas with money, its no comparison
Told me that I couldnt get signed when I was rappin it
And told me I couldnt do songs when I was battlin
They told me that I couldn't be trapper, I started trapping it
Never listen to em, oh well, shit is immaculate
Imma just go sit up in this Bach again
Smoke the weed and laugh at them
Make a couple million by accident
Couple niggas dropped on Twitter, they say they back again
Couple months later on Twitter they say us laxative
Shitted on em, Nicki voice, did it on em Benjamins
Plently of em Benjamins, semi on him and he on a
Whole nother level from before now
Tell my niggas when I see a hundred mil its going down
When I made my first mil, I was like 'its on now'
Then I made my second mil, money on the floor now
Then I made my third mil, Im like 'I need more now?'
I got in my zone and that money started pourin down
Every time I hit the booth, microphone torn down
We couldnt get a pair of Pumas, we up in the store now, bitches!
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