Dwmt - Meek Mill

Come on let’s get it

Ya nigga my album comin'

Dreams worth more than money nigga

This mother fuckin' summer

I been gettin' so much mofuckin' money nigga

Fuckin' all these bitches

I think I done took a year off

Still snappin' though

A lot of niggas fallin' off

We ain’t doing nothin' but gettin' stronger nigga

New deals, new money, double M G Dreamchaser

Let’s get it

My man got booked with a stone of white

If they make his bail a 'mil, he coming home tonight

I went from standing on them corners, jumping on them flights

Talking jumping out of Bentleys, jumping on them bikes

Middle of the jungle no strap, ice on

Niggas pussy in the dark, let’s turn them lights on

I used to sleep on the same floors the mice on

Now it’s Italian marble, moon walking like Mike doing

Rest in peace to Mike, I rest in peace the mic

I pop a couple percs, I drink that Easter Sprite

Its levels to this shit, dog you won’t believe my life

Peanut butter jelly on a french toast, eating right

Champagne gargling, everything is marvelous

62 Maybach, I can barely park the shit

Got these rappers scared see em' shaking like it’s Parkinsons

If they said my name they got flamed, I’m the arsonist

A man don’t eat he gonna starve, a man gonna starve he gonna die

I know that they gonna try, that’s why I stay strapped with a brand new mac and

it’s 45

So when they jump fast, better whistle like off-sides

Cause I’m from Philly, we’ll eat your cheese steak

I told Diddy, I ain’t walking for no cheesecake

Cause the jeweller making the band with the freeze face

I’m on now, I got neighbors like in 3 states

Do it for the vine, I ain’t gonna do it

Lets talk about the time when I use to go through it

Nappy ass braids, with the cold shooters

We was playing with razors before they had the little scooters

Shit I walked in with my Pumas on, you ain’t even know it

These a million dollar pair of sneaks nigga, you ain’t even know it

Said Reebok dropped Ross, we ain’t even know it

Cause he went and brought that Bentley Brookland, he ain’t even show it

At 21 I wanted to pop a bottle

At 22 I wanted the hottest model

At 23 I wanted the Rolls-Royce

So what you think I did, I went and fucking got it

I hit my hood, niggas looking fucking sour

They see me rolling and I be like you fucking coward

I just want to ball, spending the quarter on y’all

Just take a look at my car, you don’t remember I starved

I want it all

Back in the day, packing the K

All that hate I made that go away

I do you dirty go you back to the A

Put in the verse like that Mac hit ya face

And Philly nigga, I’m mac in the bay

I’m off beat still killing shit, I’m speaking all street still killing shit

Hurricane the first week, I still killed the shit

Intro been out like a year and it’s still killing shit