Meek Mill
Meek Mill - Believe It songtekst
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[Intro: Rick Ross] All I talk about is money Cause that's all I know [Hook: Rick Ross] 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 fucking vogues I'm ridin' clean and I'm fuckin hoes (hah) [Verse 1: Meek Mill] 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 [Hook] [Verse 2: Rick Ross] 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 that's mama fault Dope boy in my DNA Straight chips, Fritolay 8 clips, ay Jose Hector my amigo straight Don't want no beef, I make [?] 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 [Hook] [Verse 3: Meek Mill] I'm ridin' clean, I'm fucking hoes I'm fuckin' hoes, I'm ridin' clean Niggas sellin' that China white Fuck 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 Pudge whips u ain't seen though Limo that's 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