[Intro: Meek Mill] I ain’t never give a fuck You think I’m supposed to give a fuck now cause I’m rich? Shit on me made me worse Hatin’ ass niggas made me worse
[Bridge: Meek Mill] I ain’t never care what a nigga had to say about me And I ain’t never care what a bitch had to say about me It just make me, it just make me
[Hook: Meek Mill] And I ain’t never care what a nigga had to say about me And I ain’t never care what a bitch had to say about me It just make me, wana shit on ya’ll niggas It just make me, wanna shit on ya’ll bitches straight up
[Verse 1: Meek Mill] And I done seen bitches change on me for a little paper And I done seen niggas change on me for a little favor It just make me, wanna stunt on ya’ll niggas It just make me, wanna fuck on ya’ll bitches And I be popping bottles in the club feelin’ like Meecho And you know my niggas gonna bring them choppas everywhere we go And I don’t ever tuck my chain I guess it’s just a niggas ego I’m just a young nigga ballin’ wanna take me out the game D Rose And that make me, wanna load up the choppas go crazy And go and slide of every niggas that hatin’ me And stunt of every single bitch that ever played me back then You don’t wanna hear the Mac-10 No one wanna hear the stories … Reason why I bought the Bentley and the Aston To shit on niggas every time a nigga back then
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[Verse 2: Meek Mill] And it made me, wanna shit on ya’ll niggas Cause lately, I ain’t been feelin’ ya’ll niggas Try and play me, I drop a brick on ya’ll niggas And make em go crazy, on every single one of ya’ll niggas straight up And all these hoes wanna fuck with a nigga like me But when I was locked down ain’t none of these hoes write me That’s why I don’t chase bitches cause the money only thing inside me And I don’t fuck with new niggas all day one niggas beside me We got thirties, ridin’ round tryna do a nigga dirty Try and burn me, headshot bye bye for a birdie And I ain’t worry, about none of ya’ll niggas tryna hurt me I got all these killers on stand-by And they kill any nigga tryna murk me word up
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[Verse 3: Meek Mill] We don’t never hate we ain’t rattin’ on nobody When I touch twenty mill I’m a go and get that Gotti It just make me, wanna stack this paper It just make me, wanna wack these haters straight up And I be in the city going hard like a nigga own that And you be fucking with the nigga who be fucking with the niggas code red I can’t control my dogs with them dirty they don’t never hold back Ask about me in my city they tell you that we really on that I got the baddest bitch I got the flyest whips And God bless me I never ever gettin’ tired of this I ain’t worried bout nothin’ I ain’t worried bout nothin’ Cause if I was worried bout somethin’ All ya’ll niggas gettin’ murdered bout somethin’ straight up
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