M/Meek Mill/Dreams Worth More Than Money (Freestyle)
[Intro] 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
[Verse 1] 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
[Verse 2] 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 Breitling, 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 in you 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 I'm still killing shitTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
