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[Intro:] N*gga ain't countin' money no more. If it ain't right, it ain't right Zip the bag up. MMG Drop it right there. Maybach music. [Verse 1: Meek Mill] I got these n*ggas hatin' on me But I don't give a f*ck, because they b*tches waiting on me I'm just counting all this money, and buying all these Hammers So when these n*ggas play, I let my shooters go bananas Diamonds flashing like a camera, my whip sound like a monster My b*tch got on that sh*t, she got a million dollar sponsor These n*ggas getting sick, somebody call a doctor Cause all this blood drippin', 20 racks I Louboutin her I go Dolce & Gabana, Gucci Louis Prada Fly as hell in YSL cause boy I got a lot of 'em Madre and cabanas, that's where they probably find us Jumpin' off the jet, like sayonara to ya honor [Hook: Rick Ross] I spoil them b*tches, I employ them n*ggas Wipe my ass with the riches like it's some toilet tissue F*ck with a winner, minks in the winner Philadelphia millionaire, Meek be that n*gga Yo n*ggas hatin', my n*ggas ballin' Poppin' bands, countin' dollars, buyin' the Magnum bottles My b*tch is patient, yo b*tch is boring F*cked her that Friday night, we both woke up that Sunday morning [Verse 2: Meek Mill] Young n*gga, lotta cash, bad b*tch, lotta ass Lamborghini kinda fast, it got these haters kinda mad Make me bring them sticks out, AK with the comma and These n*ggas is kinda nice, which means that they kinda ass I be on all kinds of sh*t, boy I get all kinds of cash Monday I'ma wear my J's, Tuesday in my Prada bag Wednesday I go Louboutin, they say "How you been?" I say "Doing fine" B*tch I ball hard like 2 Lebrons, I hit the booth, no suit and tie I'm Superman, my b*tch is super fly I make a hater wanna kill hisself, suicide A n*gga play with me? He know it's do or die Cause I got a big Mac, and that b*tch be super sized Rollin' with a hundred goons, boy I got a hundred jewels 'Bout to f*ck a hundred hoes, all them b*tches coming soon Tell 'em that I'm comin' now, tell 'em I'ma come in cool Boy my sh*t be super hot, I name my album summer June [Hook: Rick Ross] I spoil them b*tches, I employ them n*ggas Wipe my ass with the riches like it's some toilet tissue F*ck with a winner, minks in the winner Philadelphia millionaire, Meek be that n*gga Yo n*ggas hatin', my n*ggas ballin' Poppin' bands, countin' dollars, buyin' the Magnum bottles My b*tch is patient, yo b*tch is boring F*cked her that Friday night, we both woke up that Sunday morning [Verse 3: Meek Mill] Bugatti with Rozay, 'bout to meet Jose He said that that workin', I was like "okay" She say give me money, I was like "no way" She got mad and text my phone, it ain't no work if it ain't no pay I'm like be gone b*tch, be gone b*tch I pop a perc, turn on my own switch Them b*tches ain't on that, n*gga cause they on this You put 'em on money, I put 'em on d*ck, really though [Hook: Rick Ross] I spoil them b*tches, I employ them n*ggas Wipe my ass with the riches like it's some toilet tissue F*ck with a winner, minks in the winner Philadelphia millionaire, Meek be that n*gga Yo n*ggas hatin', my n*ggas ballin' Poppin' bands, countin' dollars, buyin' the Magnum bottles My b*tch is patient, yo b*tch is boring F*cked her that Friday night, we both woke up that Sunday morning Can I ask a favor? Please embrace that n*gga to just step on out Why fight it? You're doing yourself a de-service. |