Meek Mill – Wanna Know – Lyrics

Wanna Know by Meek Mill

[Intro]
I just wanna know how niggas going to jail
Telling on us niggas, coming back home and still being cool
I just wanna know how a nigga on Instagram with 50 thousand followers
Ain't got no money in real life
Still popping, I just wanna know
I wanna know, if a nigga ain't really putting it in but acting like he putting it in
If he can, still letting it fly like it's cool I wanna know man
Shit's getting different out here it's getting spooky

[Verse 1: Meek Mill (Quentin Miller)]
Now when that shit went down with Chris, you wrote a check
In New Orleans wore my chain to get respect (you a fraud)
So what that tell me? You a pussy and a fan
Said they run with you we the shooters at your neck
I just wanna know, if you ain't write that running through the six shit
Tell us who the fuck Quentin out here running through the six with?
(Running through the six with my woes
Counting money you know how it goes
All the real live forever baby
And the fakes get exposed)
Niggas writing for you cause you know you never did shit
When I threw that hook out I was tryin' to catch a big fish
We the type of niggas to tie your mother up
Fuck your sister in the ass and hit your brother up
You really sweet, I call you buttercup
You fucking dork you come at us because you studied us
Coming with the same flow
Switching up your lingo
We just want a refund this ain't what we paid for
Every time that we come, we get what we came for
Spitting another niggas shit, what you claiming king though?

[Hook]
I just wanna know, I just wanna know
How these niggas acting like they true but really faking
People acting like it go
We just, I just wanna know
I just wanna know
Was it Quentin Miller? Was it Hush Was it Detail where you really got your flow?
(Milli Vanilli that nigga)

[Verse 2]
Money make a fake ass nigga look real again
Money make a sucker that's hoe look thrill again
Says a lot about all those people that's filling in
But I ain't see all you suck ass niggas look real again
Heard that other nigga talking we ain't get back yet
Let's keep it short, nigga you ain't get your chick back yet
And now she rocking with the chance and now you missed that check
You went from clear puss to butter [?] and missed that jet, hold up

[Interlude 1: Sample]
I gotta take them off of here, esse
I gotta take them off of here there's only one
And that's me, you understand?
With all that fighting, you understand?
Sucker thinks he good
Sucker thinks he can whoop me
And I know he can't whoop me and I
Hey boy, look your whole style is chump, you understand?
When it comes to me you understand
Let me get mines first
Then after I get mine, y'all can do what you wanna do

[Verse 3]
You know you fucked up right?
You shoulda just said nothing
Now you're going to have to give me a check to stop
All I hear is platnium that platinum this
Meanwhile I'm on the cover with a platinum chick
I got a platinum rollie, platinum whip
Niggas frauds I told the truth, don't ask me shit
All this industry fake enemy and rap shit
It's never really my style we got cash to get
I really started from nothing now it's back to shit
Puffy almost caught a domestic when he smacked that bitch
Hold up, let that bitch breathe

[Interlude 2: Diddy]
Is this [?] Poppa shit?
There's no cut on you
There's no cut on you
If your feelings get hurt
You feel like ohhh that's an arrogant little [?]
No this is the truth and the truth hurts
Haven't I paid my dues?
Haven't I went through the storm?
Didn't I weather the storm?
Niggas is gone and I'm here

[Outro]
You let TIP homie piss on you in a movie theater, we ain't forget
Real niggas back in style this shit is lit
This that Ja Rule shit and 50 cent

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Meek Mill – Stand Up – Lyrics

Stand Up by Meek Mill

[Intro: Meek Mill (DJ Khaled)]
When you go out, you want an obituary or a documentary? Which one you want Khaled?
(I want money)
A documentary, right?
(I want that too!)
We gotta make movies

[Verse 1]
Bright lights attracted bad bitches
And attracted to mad niggas
Whoever thought lil' ol' Meek Milly'd pass Jigga?
I'm just thinkin' a tad bigger
You niggas talk fly, only fly at your last picture
And you look like the last picture
I just hit a home run, on clash with us
And this money, [?], comin' for the ass, nigga, ass, nigga
Last nigga, there were cemeteries diggin' grass, nigga
The obituary leaves the last scripture
Mama said he was a good kid, thinkin' would kid
I signed my deal with my AP on
In the drop top with the AC on
Stuntin' with Cash Money, get my Baby on
No, never fuck a chick that got Bakers on
Or no Michael Kors
I'm on the same shit that Mike was on
Jordan, Jackson, Tyson on
I've seen niggas your type twice before
I'm in that white velour, look at the flights I bought
These mothafuckin' hoes got a right to war
When a young real nigga light the floor
Hundred black bottles, man that's lights galore
Before Tom was Ford, I'm talkin' Honda Accord
Lookin' for a plug, tryna find the cord
Niggas gettin' shot tryna find the Lord
This bust down Rollie say the time is yours
I get my grindin' on
Like [?] in the [?], it was mayday
Started with a warden, gun until I got an AK
Kids in the projects when we was by the bay, bay
Kids with the Pyrex, I hit it first, Ray J

[Hook]
When the lights low, and the show starts
And the champagne spill on your bow tie
And your dawg change up, playin' both sides
No it won't stop, when the dope stop
When the fed rush in the dope spot
And your main man tell 'em how the coke drop
How he rain danced with me by the boat dock
I know when he did that, I bet that your ghost drop
I hope that you stand up
Young nigga just man up
I'm just hopin' you stand up
Young nigga just man up
I just hope that you man up and don't give the fam up
I just hope that you man up and don't give the fam up
Real nigga for life

[Verse 2]
As the rain drop, drop on the pavement
I came through my hood Mulsanne'n
On the block all night like I ain't famous
I still run with the same niggas I came with
Where I came from, where I came in
We eatin' lobster and steak from Top Ramen
Oodles and noodles, when you're hungry them killers'll do you
And when you're gettin' to that money them people pursue you
The Feds lurkin', the streets watchin'
Them hoes talkin', like "he got it"
And he nervous, cause we plottin'
We call that boy for a burner and we rob him
Like Batman, pussy niggas gettin' backhand
Talkin' to the people you a at man
Half rack, we got more ghosts than Pac-Man
And for that paper we be grindin' like a lapdance
Get the money young nigga
Get the money, never fold, cause they comin' young nigga
When the feds get to rushin', better not tell on young nigga
Don't be selfish young nigga, just man up, don't give the fam up
Facin' 20 years when they added them grams up
Plus 5 more, he got booked with a handgun
And now he in the courtroom, givin' his mans up
Rat ass nigga

[Hook]
When the lights low, and the show starts
And the champagne spill on your bow tie
And your dawg change up, playin' both sides
No it won't stop, when the dope stop
When the fed rush in the dope spot
And your main man tell 'em how the coke drop
How he rain danced with me by the boat dock
I know when he did that, I bet that your ghost drop
I hope that you stand up
Young nigga just man up
I'm just hopin' you stand up
Young nigga just man up
I just hope that you man up and don't give the fam up
I just hope that you man up and don't give the fam up
Real nigga for life

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Meek Mill – Ambitionz – Lyrics

Ambitionz by Meek Mill

[Hook]
My ambition as a rider
Yeah, it's my ambition as a rider
Yeah, it's my ambition as a rider
Hey, it's my ambition as a rider

[Verse 1]
Rolling, joking, smoking, thinking how I got here
Looking, loading toasters, pussy you was not there
Holding, never folding, we was on the top 10
Shackled to our ankles it was like a nightmare
You ever wash out your drawers on the same water you shit?
Doing your push ups right on the floor where you piss?
Cellmates with niggas that went to war with the strips
You got to rumble from night time down to the morning and shit
I tried to tell them
Forever label me felon
Clutchin' that pistol, God made me rebellious
Fuck with them niggas, teach you a lesson
Fingers on triggers, meet Smith and Wesson
I seen pussy niggas turn on me
Throw the money let it burn on 'em
If I feel like he a threat I put a bird on him
And my young hittas will swerve on him

[Hook]
My ambition as a rider
Oh, yeah, my ambition as a rider
Oh, yeah, my ambition as a rider
Oh, yeah, its my ambition as a rider

[Verse 2]
Money the root of evil, wait 'til them shooters see you
Lurkin in Grand Marquises, scopin' on you, your people
Made a movie with niggas, murder and you the sequel
Bullets gon' riddle you, they gon' use two to feed you
Momma gonna pull the plug, had [?]
Smell the death in the air when we pullin' up
Bullets go B-B-BRRRR, fill 'em up
Bloody murder hollow tips out the clip
I repent when I murder opposites
Pick and roll, stop and pick
I reload, spin the corner, drop the shit
And we need no evidence for residents to grief 'bout
Them sluggies hit you nigga, breathe out
And keep your eyes open 'til you start to wheeze out
We wipe your mothafuckin' team out

[Hook]
My ambition as a rider
Oh, yeah, my ambition as a rider
Oh, yeah, my ambition as a rider
Oh, yeah, its my ambition as a rider

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Meek Mill – I Got The Juice – Lyrics

I Got The Juice by Meek Mill

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Rather he cross boss 'fore I split my steak with you snake ass niggas
I rather stay around my day ones 'fore I come around you fake ass niggas
I rather have a broke real bitch 'fore I ever deal with y'all fake ass bitches
I ain't with the flooding on the 'gram I really fuck with you don't take my picture nigga
Posted on the corner with a 40 on my hip Godzilla
We was getting to it when they hit my nigga Dean that's when shit got realer
I was on the Southside really outside got killers got killers
Started from the bottom of the bottom now its bottles popping in the sky filling
Catch a body be a body
I'm from where you couldn't talk you ain't be about it
I ain't really with the talk and be G about
When we catch you niggas slipping we gon' see about it
And these niggas get to talking like they know me
Finna talk me to the old me
Should've listened to my momma when she told me
Now these bitches throwing pussy cause they owe me

[Hook: Meek Mill]
I got the juice, nigga I got the juice
Nigga I got the juice when I hop out the coupe
When I hop out the coupe
Real niggas I'mma salute
Cause I got the juice, nigga I got the juice
She popping pussy like I'm a Baloo
Cause I got the juice

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Counting million dollars gon' fuck something
Put an eight up in my Phantom I don't want none
Nigga looking I don't tuck nothing
My nigga Earl got thirty trying to slump something
I'm in the car [?] and the truck coming
Ya patan come dump somethin'
Bust them up we don't tuck nothing
Bout to take a bird to the table we don't front nothing
I'm a north nigga at the end of the day
Gunned by a nigga with the end of a K
Kick you in your ass and send you away
They come around here like you niggas ain't safe
Cause all my hittas going bllllrrrt stick 'em
Fuck if you with 'em
Its money and murder if you fuck with my niggas
You come to my city I fucked all them bitches
I fucked all them bitches cause

[Hook: Meek Mill]
I got the juice, nigga I got the juice
Nigga I got the juice when I hop out the coupe
When I hop out the coupe
Real niggas I'mma salute
Cause I got the juice, nigga I got the juice
She popping pussy like I'm Uncle Luke
Cause I got the juice

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
Cause all she ever wanted was a trap nigga
Every time you ever saw me I was strapped nigga
Getting blunted in the back nigga
No this ain't a 550, this a Bach, nigga
Nigga prolly spend you car money on your act nigga
Couple band 5 racks nigga
You caught beefing where you at nigga
You caught beefing when we clap niggas

[Hook: Meek Mill]
I got the juice, nigga I got the juice
Nigga I got the juice when I hop out the coupe
Load up the chopper screaming R.I.P. Snupe
Bout to pop out the roof cause I got the juice

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Meek Mill – Lord Knows – Lyrics

Lord Knows by Meek Mill

[Hook: Tory Lanez]
All I wanted was a new Mercedes
Bending off the corner whipping out the lot I got it
Women love me but the niggas hate it
But how can I lose when I came from the bottom
Lords know, nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows
Nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows
Nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows

[Meek Mill]
Lord knows I'm filthy rich
All this ice is like 50 bricks
Rap niggas throwing hissy fits
I give my bitch a stack just for a Christmas gift
My bitch so bad she on my Christmas list
Remember I prayed I really wished for this
To get the crib with the maid and with the picket fence
I with some niggas that remember we took some risks for this
I'm talking risky business flick the wrist
Lord knows that I repent for this
But Lord knows that if I get penned for this I prolly won't get home until I'm 56
They said I'm the Messiah, you rappers is liars
I sign up at church just to rap at the choir
They spit my new verse at your wake while your lying
The middle the Chruch [?]
I just came from jail, ain't do no crime
They put me through hell sharpened my iron
I did not put trust in and I rode with the lion
Like hold up
From balling I'm tired
I'm back in this bitch and I'm back on my shit
Man they tell me be humble I'm cocky as hell
Shout out my bitches that answered my calls when I called to collect cause it got me through hell
Shout out that judge that denied me my bail
It made me smarter and made me go harder
They locked me up and slowed my album up but I did not give up
Cause I knew I would prevail
Came in the game Philly as shit
Look at these rappers they silly as shit
I do not know why they be gassing these suckers but fuck because I am not feeling their shit
Difference between me and most of these rappers I'm talking about work that I really put in
Talking about pistols I put on my hip
I'm talking about foreigns I really could whip, that I really done drove
Really was froze in my hood and these bitches I really did hit
Really was chose came up from nothing and now they like how he make millions so quick
I'm in the back and it feel like a sofa
I done seen bitches fucking on over
In my new mansion I feel like I'm Sosa
A brick on the table ain't sniffing no Coca
No way

[Hook: Tory Lanez]
All I wanted was a new Mercedes
Bending off the corner whipping out the lot I got it
Women love me but the niggas hate it
But how can I lose when I came from the bottom
Lords know, nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows
Nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows
Nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Niggas can't see me with binoculars on
Back in the Maybach, "Shottas" on
Know all my niggas keep choppers on
Don't reach round me that's a chopper zone
Every time you be like [?]
250 thou what I dropped it on
See us niggas [?] 'til Fox be on
Seeing then momma picking out boxes for 'em
I want everything got my own boxers
Own headphones to get my popping on
I got my own Pumas that I designed 'em for 'em
Steady moving on these niggas get my boxing on
All I ever hear from niggas what they prolly doing
But all I ever hear is what I be doing
All black Rottweiler that Givenchy on
Drop top Rolls Royce but the top is on
And the windows down like see y'all later
Mirror tint on that bitch so you could see y'all hating
Champagne cork pop like we all made it
Ya'll looking from the sideline we all hate it
Money don't make it real, don't give a fuck if its 80 mil, pussy
And just cause you got a Bently that Bently won't make you trill, pussy
Still hating me from my city I'm thinking its [damn] for real, pussies
Cause all I got to say is kill, they'll come in like Navy Seals
That's word to my momma I promise I won't do no block
And we shoot at you robbers and kill all you fuck niggas talking
Lately I've been on this money don't run it back up just to come and put you in a coffin
I heard you say you was running this city I seen you in traffic and you was just walking
Niggas be popping that shit like they with it
When niggas start hitting and you did was talk it you pussy

[Hook: Tory Lanez]
All I wanted was a new Mercedes
Bending off the corner whipping out the lot I got it
Women love me but the niggas hate it
But how can I lose when I came from the bottom
Lords know, nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows
Nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows
Nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows

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Meek Mill – Bad For You – Lyrics

Bad For You by Meek Mill

You bring a feeling to me I never show
Nobody has made me feel this way before
I'mma good girl
But I wanna be bad for you
I wanna be bad for you
I wanna be bad-ad-ad
I wanna be bad for you
I wanna be bad

And they say bad girls ain't no good
Good girls ain't no fun
I still can't find a nigga that touch that, no one
And I ain't searching for it
Never trust but I'm working on it
Fell in love with that raw game
Swimming pool you surfing on it
Like 'yonce do the surfboard
Surfboard they still think you a church girl
We linking up on your days off
And I still give you that work girl
Like work, twerk
Throw it like that video, wanted that for a long time
Cool with it I get it though
First year we both fronted
We had feelings we didn't show
Second year we couldn't hide it
Funny part they didn't know
How could something that's so wrong feel so right?
But who to tell you this wrong though? this your life
Word up

You bring a feeling to me I never show
Nobody has made me feel this way before
I'mma good girl
But I wanna be bad for you
I wanna be bad for you
I wanna be bad-ad-ad
I wanna be bad for you
I wanna be bad

We fucking up the city, going hard every night
Players hating on us, you know lord they ain't right
Cause I broke a lot of hearts, ain't do them girls right
But you broke hearts too, but that boy ain't fight
So they don't deserve it, it feel like it's perfect
I'm loving your style the way you preserve it
You look at my eyes and see what's inside
You know that it's pride and know that I'm worth it
But said I ain't ready, baby I'm ready
Really I'm ready I'm ready like never before
I'mma just give you a key to my heart
You'll be the first that I let in the door
I used to hear that you flirt with them guys
They never would score
All you would hear about me was the women
Ain't trust them before
You know what you're doing, fuck what they said
You know what we on, when we in bed it's like we on stage
And I got the mic so let me perform
Sing it

You bring a feeling to me I never show
Nobody has made me feel this way before
I'mma good girl
But I wanna be bad for you
I wanna be bad for you
I wanna be bad-ad-ad
I wanna be bad for you
I wanna be bad

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Meek Mill – Pullin' Up – Lyrics

Pullin' Up by Meek Mill

We wanted the world baby
That's why we ended how we ended
We chose to live how we live
Well now you found the one, baby
And you ain't tryna see nobody but him
Nobody but him
Ooh, ooh
But I know you well
Ooh, ooh
Girl I know you well

Tell your man to wait inside when I'm pullin' up
Tell your man to wait inside when I'm pullin' up
When I'm pullin' up, when I'm pullin' up, when I'm pullin' up
When I'm pullin' up, when I'm pullin' up, when I'm pullin' up

Pull up on you, put it on you
Fuck you in the car, if he looking for you
Seen you with your man and said "what up to ya"
Like you ain't give me that work
It was California 5 in the morning
I was plotting on ya, we was hot as suana
Tryna pop up on ya and fuck you good on that Purp
We ended up getting faded
We fell in love and we made it
We only fucked we never never dated
Come get your lady
Holla [?] told me she skated
That pussy was good as confessions
I'm in the latest
She ride the D like Mercedes
I might just call her Mercedes
Rocking margiela I might just design like a mason
Don't tell nobody you my baby
She fell in love with the real
Now she don't fuck with the fakers
Me and her nigga was sharing a home
I'm talking like Clippers and Lakers
And she get the D from a faker
That pussy got me going crazy
I know that these niggas gon' hate it
But we only trip when we trip to Jamaica
Just tell 'em

Tell your man to wait inside when I'm pullin up
When I'm pullin up, when I'm pullin up, when I'm pullin up
When I'm pullin up, when I'm pullin up, when I'm pullin up

Pullin' up on that new thang
Muse and my boo thang
And she's a dime like who's saying
And we kick shit, Liu Kang
Problem is there only one me
I'm like Bun B how I screw things
Front stroke, back stroke
I came, you came
And your main nigga ain't fuckin' with me
He ain't fuckin' with me
Tell that nigga go wait inside
When I pull up on you, you coming with me
Talk dirty, you say its mines
You say its mine when I'm coming in it
Broke boys don't deserve pussy
Therefore, you ain't fucking with her
I'mma be there when that nigga get fly
Soon as he slippin, I'm making you mine
Buy you a rollie to make up for time
And flood it all out to make sure you shine girl
I'm never waiting in line, girl
Let me just take you my world, girl
Soon as that man stop frontin' on you
You get the D from behind, girl

Tell your man to wait inside when I'm pullin up
When I'm pullin up, when I'm pullin up, when I'm pullin up
When I'm pullin up, when I'm pullin up, when I'm pullin up

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Meek Mill – RICO – Lyrics

RICO by Meek Mill

Views, views, views

Old ways, new women, gotta keep 'em balanced
The girl of your dreams, to me is probably not a challenge
I've been counted out so many times I couldn't count it
Funny how now my accountant is havin' trouble tryna count it
To the people that think that I owe you shit
Payback's a bitch and you know that shit
Y'all niggas gettin' too old for this
Please don't think nobody notices
I've been up for way too many days
Y'all sleepin' off on me anyway
Y'all don't be doin' shit anyway
Y'all are not true to this anyway
OVO, East End, Reps Up, we might just get hit with the R.I.C.O
Everyone home for the summer, so let's not do nothing illegal
I go make 50 million then I give some millions to my people
They gon' go Tony Montana and then cop them some Shaq at the free throws
But they're from the way fam, there's not much to say fam
They told me to tell you your mans just some wastemen
And stay in your place fam
My dad is from Memphis, and I'm the king
I should probably just move in to Graceland
Madonna's is a ting I know it and I'm the king of pop
I'm building Never-Never Land
How you hate me when I never met the man
We might just get hit with the R.I.C.O

Cause we in the field with them birds like we play for the Eagles
I'm on probation so let me not talk what's illegal
Switch it up
Today I woke up with my dream girl she as rich as a Beatle
For my teachers that said I wouldn't make it here
I spend a day what you make a year
I had to drop this to make it clear
That I got it loud like Jamaican here
All theses choppers poppin', niggas wildin', violence, why we even got to take it here
Why we even got to play these games
Run up on me catch a facial hair
Its the Chasers what you thought
I come through my block like I'm R.I.C.O
Poppin' a wheelie no squealie can't talk to the cops that's illegal
I was like Rich Porter no double crossing on my peoples
I take an M to the table and split it with my niggas equal
I'm back on that hood shit
Ya that wish you would shit
I'm talking that cross you that fade you fourth quarter like Jordan we back on that bull shit
We came up from nothing we started on list who most wanted,, but now its the Forbes list
We really was doing shit
I can hear echos from feds on this beat from informants
I think they recording
Shhhh listen you hear that

We might just get hit with the R.I.C.O
We might just get hit with the R.I.C.O

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Meek Mill – All Eyes On You – Lyrics

All Eyes On You by Meek Mill

[Hook: Chris Brown]
Baby, is you drunk, is you had enough?
Are you here lookin' for love?
Got the club goin' crazy
All these bitches, but my eyes on you
Is you somebody's baby?
If you ain't, girl what we gon' do?
If you, we gon' need it, baby
Give it all up for you right now
We got the club goin' crazy
All eyes on you

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
She was the baddest, I was the realest
We was the flyest, up in the building
We was countin' this money, lovin' the feelin'
Look at you now, in love with a hitta
But now it's all eyes on me, and it all lies on me
To say somethin' to your pretty ass
I'm hood nigga, what you lookin' at?
Cause I'm good for that, Birkin bags, I'm good for that
Might just be your plug for that
You might fall in love with that, got love for that
What's your name? Who you with?
Where you from? You the shit
Choose and pick, get the right one
All these chicks, got to like one
All these hit you, got to like one
All these bottles, got to like some
All these models, got the right one
What you gon' do? Hide or run?

[Hook: Chris Brown]
Baby, is you drunk, is you had enough?
Are you here lookin' for love?
Got the club goin' crazy
All these bitches, but my eyes on you
Is you somebody's baby?
If you ain't, girl what we gon' do?
If you, we gon' need it, baby
Give it all up for you right now
We got the club goin' crazy
All eyes on you

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
He was the realest, I was the baddest
We was the illest
When he approached me, I said, "Yo what the deal is?"
In and out them dealers, rockin' chinchillas
I got him in the back of that back, I think he catchin' feelings
Now it's all eyes on us, and it's all eyes on trust
And if them bitches wanna trip, tell 'em they tour guides on us
This kitty cat on reclusive, he duck, duckin' them gooses
I put him on to that new new, now he only fuck with exclusives
He was like, (What's your name?), my name Nick
(Where you from?) New York in this bitch
(Choose and pick) You got the right one
All them hoes, ain't nothin' like them
[?] you know you'd never wife them
None of them bitches, ain't never hit this
Still at the top of all their hit lists
What they gon' do? Meek and Nick

[Hook: Chris Brown (Nicki Minaj)]
Baby, is you drunk, is you had enough?
Are you here lookin' for love?
Got the club goin' crazy
(All these hittas, but my eyes on you
Is you somebody's baby?
If you ain't, boy what we gon' do?)
If you, we gon' need it, baby
Give it all up for you right now
We got the club goin' crazy
All eyes on you

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Meek Mill – Energy – Lyrics

Energy by Meek Mill

[Intro]
Lickwood means "rewind", gunshot means "forward"
You requested it so we rewind
Omelly what's up
Small side one-eight BH we straight
North side Burks what up
Philly!

[Verse]
I got enemies got a lot of enemies
I don't really fuck with these niggas in the industry
Know a couple niggas from the hood want to finish me
And put me on a t-shirt RIP and memory
So I'm riding around with a drum and a Glock
On the gram niggas said I couldn't come to my block
So I came through that bitch me myself in a drop
Niggas know they touch me bllllrrrrr something get dropped
Man I don't bang with these suckers I don't play with no hoes
I do the walk through for 60 and get like 80 a show
And I don't got out no single I thinking maybe they know
Meek Milly realest to do it and I can play at the floor ya heard

I got enemies got a lot of enemies
We fucking to Dej Loaf me you and some Hennessy
She gon' suck me off 'til she drain me of my energy
Flexing, it be fucking with these niggas mentally
Is Instagram hurting your heart nigga
VS stones on me still work in the dark nigga
Hundred and six shots pull up and park niggas
Jump in the big drop button to start nigga
Murder was the case that they gave us spanked it
Real niggas back in style they should thank us
All these rap ass niggas really wanksters
Real recognize the real you a stranger
Hoes sell their souls for some baller alert
Niggas and they fake jewels need a frauding alert
Put me on watch buster tell 'em all what its worth
Bet they say couple milli Audemar with the works
New roll bust down call that Big Meech
Every time I drop shit hot fish grease
Every time you drop it is not that heat
Called your album seven days boy that shit weak
Motivating the hood still hot in the burbs
Still getting this money they think we got them birds
Every time I spit that's a thousand a word
Spoke it right to the system they say its power in words
Nigga we chosen we was chosen
Me Omelly had them hoes in now its Rollses
Back to back screaming told ya niggas owed us
And they said they would expose us never showed us
Fuck them niggas though

I got enemies got a lot of enemies
They was just cooling with me hating call them frienemies
I ain't really tripping we got arms like a centipede
Cause if I lose my cool I could turn them into memories
I'm gone I said I'm gone
Be the same niggas hating on the Chasers man we ain't put them on
Fuck them niggas though

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Meek Mill – For The Love Of Money – Lyrics

For The Love Of Money by Meek Mill

And I'da see these bitches do it all for the paper



And I'da see this paper turn my dog to a hater



For the love of the money, the love of the dough



For the love of the money, them hoes fuckin' for sho'



And I know, I know

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Meek Mill – Know No Better – Lyrics

Know No Better by Meek Mill

[Intro: Meek Mill]

See I don't even knock these hoes

They don't know no better

For now on I'm gona start judging you bitches off of niggas you fucking

You don't know no rock from no diampnd

There's levels

[Hook: Meek Mill]

I remember smoking dope and fucking hoes

Dodging d's and poppin' pistols on the corner sellin' o's

For the love of Berkin leather these hoes be sellin' souls

Now I wake up and I fuck my dream girl and tell her whoa

Know no better, bitch don't know no better

Runnin' round town with these lame ass niggas

She don't know no better, know no better

Nigga don't know no better

Runnin' round talkin like he gonna rob me

He don't know no better

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]

I'm with a chick from the hood named Kiki

And she a bad girl like Riri

And she gon' bust it open for a real nigga

Fuck her on her pregnant that ho tryna keep me

Pimpin ain't easy, no I see more she like feed me

I tell my jeweler to freeze me

Diamonds they dancing the bezel C Breezy, hol' up

[?] I be driving to the bank

And my queens niggas spent 200,000 on the tank

So it's bulletproof when I roll through

Everytime I come through nigga

I put a lion in the front and a camel in the back

You thought my party was a zoo nigga

You don't even have a clue nigga

You don't know no better

Tryna snatch my chain get a whole full clip in your polo sweater

I'm a go go getter, that's your ho then go get her

Before she end up with some real niggas like us, she ain't bad, won't touch'ya

Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]

Wake up in the morning and I'm looking [?]

Young nigga 5 million dollar house

Still on that hood shit fucked around misplaced a whole million dollars

Fired my accountant

Bitch want a [?] do for it

Mean she gotta fuck me and fuck you for it

Ho fucking [?] you don't know no better

Fuck a real nigga it don't get no better

No stones on the Rollie theres a new sky dweller

D.C. C.M.G. we're the new Rockafella

Two doors on the ghost with the stars in the center

Pay attention gotta school these niggas

Fuck a lame nigga then you a lame bitch

Let me get the game

[?] niggas keep gold digging bitches

Cus they both looking for something they really the same

I can tell the money don't flow right

New [?]

But she still sleeping on the floor right

These niggas be acting up

These niggas be green as fuck

These niggas talkin' bout robbin' us

But tell these niggas we choppered up

(I AM!)

[Hook]

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Meek Mill – Know No Better – Lyrics

Know No Better by Meek Mill

[Intro: Meek Mill]

See I don't even knock these hoes

They don't know no better

For now on I'm gona start judging you bitches off of niggas you fucking

You don't know no rock from no diampnd

There's levels

[Hook: Meek Mill]

I remember smoking dope and fucking hoes

Dodging d's and poppin' pistols on the corner sellin' o's

For the love of Berkin leather these hoes be sellin' souls

Now I wake up and I fuck my dream girl and tell her whoa

Know no better, bitch don't know no better

Runnin' round town with these lame ass niggas

She don't know no better, know no better

Nigga don't know no better

Runnin' round talkin like he gonna rob me

He don't know no better

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]

I'm with a chick from the hood named Kiki

And she a bad girl like Riri

And she gon' bust it open for a real nigga

Fuck her on her pregnant that ho tryna keep me

Pimpin ain't easy, no I see more she like feed me

I tell my jeweler to freeze me

Diamonds they dancing the bezel C Breezy, hol' up

[?] I be driving to the bank

And my queens niggas spent 200,000 on the tank

So it's bulletproof when I roll through

Everytime I come through nigga

I put a lion in the front and a camel in the back

You thought my party was a zoo nigga

You don't even have a clue nigga

You don't know no better

Tryna snatch my chain get a whole full clip in your polo sweater

I'm a go go getter, that's your ho then go get her

Before she end up with some real niggas like us, she ain't bad, won't touch'ya

Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]

Wake up in the morning and I'm looking [?]

Young nigga 5 million dollar house

Still on that hood shit fucked around misplaced a whole million dollars

Fired my accountant

Bitch want a [?] do for it

Mean she gotta fuck me and fuck you for it

Ho fucking [?] you don't know no better

Fuck a real nigga it don't get no better

No stones on the Rollie theres a new sky dweller

D.C. C.M.G. we're the new Rockafella

Two doors on the ghost with the stars in the center

Pay attention gotta school these niggas

Fuck a lame nigga then you a lame bitch

Let me get the game

[?] niggas keep gold digging bitches

Cus they both looking for something they really the same

I can tell the money don't flow right

New [?]

But she still sleeping on the floor right

These niggas be acting up

These niggas be green as fuck

These niggas talkin' bout robbin' us

But tell these niggas we choppered up

(I AM!)

[Hook]

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