[Intro: Meek Mill (DJ Khaled)] When you go out, you want an obituary or a documentary? Which one you want Khaled? (I want money) A documentary, right? (I want that too!) We gotta make movies
[Verse 1] Bright lights attracted bad bitches And attracted to mad niggas Whoever thought lil' ol' Meek Milly'd pass Jigga? I'm just thinkin' a tad bigger You niggas talk fly, only fly at your last picture And you look like the last pitcher I just hit a home run, on clash with us And this money, murder, power, comin' for the ass, nigga, ass, niggas Last nigga, there were cemeteries diggin' grass, nigga The obituary leaves the last scripture Mama said he was a good kid, thinkin' would kid I signed my deal with my AP on In the drop top with the AC on Stuntin' with Cash Money, get my Baby on No, never fuck a chick that got Bakers on Or no Michael Kors I'm on the same shit that Mike was on Jordan, Jackson, Tyson on I've seen niggas your type twice before I'm in that white velour, look at the flights I bought These mothafuckin' hoes got a right to raw When a young real nigga light the floor Hundred black bottles, man that's lights galore Before Tom was Ford, I'm talkin' Honda Accord Lookin' for a plug, tryna find the cord Niggas gettin' shot tryna find the Lord This bust down Rollie say the time is yours I get my grindin' on Like rude girl in the reggae, it was mayday Started with a water gun until I got an AK Kids in the projects when we was by the bay, bay Kids with the Pyrex, I hit it first, Ray J
[Hook] When the lights low, and the show starts And the champagne spill on your bow tie And your dawg change up, playin' both sides No it won't stop, when the dope stop When the fed rush in the dope spot And your main man tell 'em how the coke drop How he rain danced with me by the boat dock I know when he did that, I bet that your ghost drop I hope that you stand up Young nigga just man up I'm just hopin' you stand up Young nigga just man up I just hope that you man up and don't give the fam up I just hope that you man up and don't give the fam up Real nigga for life
[Verse 2] As the rain drop, drop on the pavement I came through my hood Mulsanne'n On the block all night like I ain't famous I still run with the same niggas I came with Where I came from, when I came in We eatin' lobster and steak from Top Ramen Oodles n'Oodles, when you're hungry them killers'll do you And when you're gettin' to that money them people pursue you The Feds lurkin', the streets watchin' Them hoes talkin', like "he got it" And he nervous, cause we plottin' We call that boy for a burner and we rob him Like Batman, pussy niggas gettin' backhand Talkin' to the people you a at man Half rack, we got more ghosts than Pac-Man And for that paper we be grindin' like a lapdance Get the money young nigga Get the money, never fold, cause they comin' young nigga When the feds get to rushin', better not tell on young nigga Don't be selfish young nigga, just man up, don't give the fam up Facin' 20 years when they added them grams up Plus 5 more, he got booked with a handgun And now he in the courtroom, givin' his mans up Rat ass nigga
[Hook] When the lights low, and the show starts And the champagne spill on your bow tie And your dawg change up, playin' both sides No it won't stop, when the dope stop When the fed rush in the dope spot And your main man tell 'em how the coke drop How he rain danced with me by the boat dock I know when he did that, I bet that your ghost drop I hope that you stand up Young nigga just man up I'm just hopin' you stand up Young nigga just man up I just hope that you man up and don't give the fam up I just hope that you man up and don't give the fam up Real nigga for lifeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
