Lil’ Candy Paint – Vibes On Vibes Lyrics

[Intro]
(Pluto got it knocking, y—)
Know what I'm saying? It's not
It's a free for all
(Ayy, what's up, foo?)

[Chorus]
Damn, she thinking she my main, I told the bitch that I got vibes
I can't love no bitch but I talk crazy off the loud
If I popped that Perc' and I said I love you, bitch, I lied
She just rolled some candy paint, lil' baby acting fried
She told me that I'm toxic, I just can't play 'round with no bitch
All my niggas like bad-ass kids, they be playing 'round with them sticks
I just be praying to the Lord I don't end up with a broke bitch
She said she got that new Accord, I told lil' baby go crash that shit

[Post-Chorus]
Now that give me that brain, that PHD, that PHD
Got a lil' pool-pool wet on me, wet on me
Got her kitty wet in the SRT, in the SRT
She done fell in love and put the blamе on me, put the blame on mе

[Verse]
I'd rather get the top than that played-out p*ssy, that played-out p*ssy
You got more miles than a Benz, you goofy, you goofy
If I ever fall in love with a bitch again, I swear to God that I'm stupid
If I pop another RP, on God, I'll pour my heart in my music

(Pluto got it knocking, y—)
[Chorus]
Damn, she thinking she my main, I told the bitch that I got vibes
I can't love no bitch but I talk crazy off the loud
If I popped that Perc' and I said I love you, bitch, I lied
She just rolled some candy paint, lil' baby acting fried
She told me that I'm toxic, I just can't play 'round with no bitch
All my niggas like bad-ass kids, they be playing 'round with them sticks
I just be praying to the Lord I don't end up with a broke bitch
She said she got that new Accord, I told lil' baby go crash that shit
She told me that I'm toxic, I just can't play 'round with no bitch
All my niggas like bad-ass kids, they be playing 'round with them sticks
I just be praying to the Lord I don't end up with a broke bitch
She said she got that new Accord, I told lil' baby go crash that shit

[Post-Chorus]
Now that give me that brain, that PHD, that PHD
Got a lil' pool-pool wet on me, wet on me
Got her kitty wet in the SRT, in the SRT
She done fell in love and put the blame on me, put the blame on me (Pluto got it knocking, y—)

Pooh Shiesty – Neighbors Lyrics (feat. Big30)

[Intro]
Big brr, brr
Ayy 30, ayy, ayy, 30
Yeah

[Chorus: Pooh Sheisty]
The chopper stay so close to me that you’d think we neighbors
This p*ssy not what he ‘posed to be, ’cause his momma raised him
We had a kill shot on his head, but I think God saved him
You never walked up hit your man, you prolly never graced him
Yeah, I’m a real gangster, did some shit you can’t rehearse
My pockets used to hurt, now I get racks to spit a verse
God blessed me with some accuracy on the day I was birthed
Every time we get the drops, I’m the one who gon’ scope it first

[Verse 1: Pooh Sheisty]
Own many cars, they go so fast that it came with some [?]
I go get free shit out the store, ’cause I’m f*ckin’ the clerk
He was talkin’ gangster on the net ’til we found where he work
I can get you whacked for a lil’ cash or a couple of percs
Took a nigga pole, “Sheisty, why you do that though?”
Ayy, I’m from South Memphis, we brought up in gorilla mode
If you don’t deserve it or won’t shoot it, we gon’ let ’em know
I’m tryna break down a Cuban, and had me some GG4, let’s go
Thought we was gon’ ride the SRT, I got that whole [?]
We just threw a party on your block and didn’t even clean the guns
I’m smokin’ exotic ’til the foul, I’ma burn my lung
I’m havin’ choc-latto mixed with pounds, one-fifteen the drop

[Chorus: Pooh Sheisty]
The chopper stay so close to me that you’d think we neighbors
This p*ssy not what he ‘posed to be, ’cause his momma raised him
We had a kill shot on his head, but I think God saved him
You never walked up hit your man, you prolly never graced him

Yeah, I’m a real gangster, did some shit you can’t rehearse
My pockets used to hurt, now I get racks to spit a verse
God blessed me with some accuracy on the day I was birthed
Every time we get the drops, I’m the one who gon’ scope it first

[Verse 2: BIG30]
I’m in the field with choppers, you can’t come up on this turf
And I’m from Killbranch, we known for killin’ killers first
A customized chopper, thought I scratched him with a Nerf
I’m startin’ to slide, and I shot my third victim out a vert
I had a Glock ‘fore I lost my virginity, these niggas envy me
Hundred shots out my Infinity, my opps remember me
Fifteen shots in my FN, I call this bitch my mini me
Bitch talkin’ ’bout matching energy, bitches be killin’ me, let’s go
Dope comin’ from where the Spurs play, I’m where the birds play
I just ran a [?] in these [?] but my third play
Reach for these VV’s, we let off shots right where the turns be
Lost me out on Tuesday so we pop back out on Thursday

[Chorus: Pooh Sheisty]
The chopper stay so close to me that you’d think we neighbors
This p*ssy not what he ‘posed to be, ’cause his momma raised him
We had a kill shot on his head, but I think God saved him
You never walked up hit your man, you prolly never graced him
Yeah, I’m a real gangster, did some shit you can’t rehearse
My pockets used to hurt, now I get racks to spit a verse
God blessed me with some accuracy on the day I was birthed
Every time we get the drops, I’m the one who gon’ scope it first

[Outro]
Brr

Tee Grizzley – I Remember (feat. YFN Lucci) lyrics

[Intro: Tee Grizzley]
Aye, I look at 50 dollars like, it’s still 50 dollars
I don’t give a fuck how much money I got
Chopsquad
I remember my struggle so vividly, that every dollar still count to me
A lot of niggas be like 10 bands, oh that ain’t shit, thats a 100 to me
Look, I remember that struggle vividly man, call me petty or whatever man
Chopsquad DJ on this banger!

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
I remember sleeping on the floor (yeah)
I remember being broke (yeah)
I know if all this money go
I’m gon’ look up like where everybody go?
Yeah, I remember sleeping on the floor
I lost everything but hope
I know if all this money go
I’m gon’ look up like where everybody go?

[Verse 1: Tee Grizzley]
Used to carry bottles to the store
Thinking to myself like I can’t do this shit no more
I did 4 months in the hole
Thinking to myself like I cannot wait to go home
Stay strong, right or wrong
I’m gon’ grind it, they like keep it up
We just wanna get money, they just wanna beef with us
It’s guaranteed you gon’ die one day but I won’t speed it up
Police get behind the SRT, don’t stop it, speed it up
Got no problem cutting day ones off, these niggas be fu
Everybody always talking bout’ what they would do
Nigga speak before they know the truth, these bitches too
You can’t be blood, i’m not going broke for you ’cause I was sleeping on the floor

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley & YFN Lucci]
Yeah, remember being broke (being broke)
I know if all this money go (if all this money go)
I’m gon’ look up like where everybody go? (where everybody go?)
I remember sleeping on the floor (sleeping on the floor)
I lost everything but hope (I lost everything but hope)
I know if all this money go (I know if all this money go)
I’m gon’ look up like where everybody go? (where they go?)

[Verse 2: YFN Lucci]
I remember, I remember a whole lot of bad winters, yeah
I remember going juugin’ before Christmas
I remember when i got my first pistol, yeah
I remember sleeping on the floor at [?]
I remember putting money in my Timbs
I remember when they snatched up an L
They they got [??], then [??] came home
The whole gang on
Ain’t that my dawg, that my dawg we shared the same bone
That same couch, the same house, even the same phone
The same 357 that got your man gone, thats on the zone
I wonder why the real don’t live long
Sometimes I wonder who gon’ be here if he gone
Sometimes I ponder I got so much on my dome
I got so much in common, I can’t even keep calm
Stick with the drums, they don’t want no problem
Niggas know how we come
And yeah, I’m from the bottom, we was sleeping on bunk
End of road, that’s a lot of humps, yeah
Can’t forget where we came from

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley & YFN Lucci]
Yeah, I remember sleeping on the floor
I remember being broke (being broke)
I know if all this money go (if all this money go)
I’m gon’ look up like where everybody go? (where everybody go?)
I remember sleeping on the floor (sleeping on the floor)
I lost everything but hope (I lost everything but hope)
I know if all this money go (I know if all this money go)
I’m gon’ look up like where everybody go? (where they go?)

[Verse 3: Tee Grizzley]
I remember when me and Rell were sharing clothes
Like when you wear my shit, don’t post
I don’t want nobody know
Real shit had my heart and soul
Probably don’t know how much she used to love me
We slept on the floor
I remember back in middle school, we used to walk home
You hate what I said on ‘Win’ but I can’t lie in my songs
Tell the truth in front of all my audience
Keep it real until they call me out
Where the fuck did all my niggas go when I needed them around
I hope she don’t have no baby on me, that might break me down
They ain’t visit me up state, no, so they gon’ visit my grave now

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
But I remember sleeping on the floor (I was sleeping on the floor)
I remember being broke (I remember being broke)
I know if all this money go (if all this money go)
I’m gon’ look up like where everybody go? (where everybody go?)
I remember sleeping on the floor
I lost everything but hope (I lost everything but hope)
I know if all this money go (if all this money go)
I’m gon’ look up like where everybody go (where did everybody go)
I remember sleeping on the floor (sleeping on the floor)
I remember being broke (I remember being broke)
I remember being broke (being broke)
Sleeping on the floor (on the floor)
I remember being broke
If all this money go
Damn where everybody go?
Damn where everybody go?

We ball – Meek Mill feat. Young Thug lyrics

Lyrics Meek Mill – We ball

When they killed my nigga Snupe, I seen my young nigga
In the casket he ain’t even have no blood in him
Prolly the reason why I keep taking these drugs quicker
Ain’t got no patience for these motherf*ckin’ f*ck niggas
I watch everybody change, they thought I lost it
But now they all bustin’ U-ies its gon’ cost ’em
I seen Chino shut the casket on the coffin (Truce)
Killed his only big brother and we lost him
So I’ma hold it down ’til we all win
We’ve been at the clearport ballin’
I just want to see my niggas flossin’
Hundred bands everytime I walk in
If you keep it trill you’ll get a blessing for it
Deep down in the trenches with that Wesson on me
My mama, she can’t sleep, I come here early mornings (mama)
But mama I got thirty in this dirty .40
Any weapon formed against me shall not prosper
Used to pray them Ramen noodles turned to lobster
Gotta watch my own homies on the roster
Cause this the type of money’ll get your lined up.(we ball)

And I can’t trust nobody
They hit your homie and they knocked the soul out him
They said that they would ride or die but ain’t nobody roll ’bout it
Three felonies, ain’t graduate, no I am not your role model
I hope the Lord got us.

When they killed my nigga, I seen the footage on the tape
Man I must’ve threw up everything I ever ate
Man I know he got some dice at the Heaven gates
Kicking sh*t with all these bitches like he’s Kevin Gates
Relax your mind and kick your feet way up
Selling dog food tryna feed my pups
Young rich nigga and I’m built Ford Tough
And I’m going through stuff
I don’t feel no love
And I shake your body and you still wake up
Taking Perkys, man I fill my cup
The feds watching and they still might come, I’m gone
I wan’ see my brother with the Patek not the static
Gucci wrap your toe up, got retarded with my daddy
All they seen was red bottoms bleeding by the casket
Perkys got me focused, I done noticed all the damages
I don’t see no purpose, in the county eating sandwiches
Lost so many niggas, I went crazy, I couldn’t balance it
You can’t question God, yeah yeah, or any of these challenges
Sipping on this Actavis, I swear I gotta manage it
SRT the challengers versuri-lyrics.info
Make that work do acrobatic flip, accurate
And I’m leaning like a project banister
I’m a boss, I ain’t never need a manager, got freaks, we ball scandalous, ayyy.

F*ck it, we ball, yeah
All the soldiers we lost, yeah
F*ck it, we ball
For all the soldiers we lost
Shawty on percocets in the bag (all the soldiers we lost)
Got a Rollie and a Pateky in my bag (all the soldiers we lost)
She just got a nose job and it wasn’t that bad (f*ck it, we ball)
I was juggin’ round the city, I came back
F*ck it, we ball
Yeah, f*ck it, we ball
Tear down the mall, yeah
F*ck it, we ball
Tear down the mall, ayyy.
Meek Mill lyrics
Video ball

Young Thug – Homie (feat. Meek Mill)

[Intro: Meek Mill]
Yeah!
RIP Dex Osama, Lil Snupe
All the fallen soldiers
Scooter, Truce

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
When they killed my nigga Snupe, I seen my young nigga
In the casket he ain’t even have no blood in him
Prolly the reason why I keep taking these drugs quicker
Ain’t got no patience for these motherfuckin’ fuck niggas
I watch everybody change, they thought I lost it
But now they all bustin’ U-ies its gon’ cost ’em
I seen Chino shut the casket on the coffin (Truce)
Killed his only big brother and we lost him
So I’ma hold it down ’til we all win
We’ve been at the clearport ballin’
I just want to see my niggas flossin’
Hundred bands everytime I walk in
If you keep it trill you’ll get a blessing for it
Deep down in the trenches with that Wesson on me
My mama, she can’t sleep, I come here early mornings (mama)
But mama I got thirty in this dirty .40
Any weapon formed against me shall not prosper
Used to pray them Ramen noodles turned to lobster
Gotta watch my own homies on the roster
Cause this the type of money’ll get your lined up

[Bridge: Meek Mill]
And I can’t trust nobody
They hit your homie and they knocked the soul out him
They said that they would ride or die but ain’t nobody roll ’bout it
Three felonies, ain’t graduate, no I am not your role model
I hope the Lord got us

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
When they killed my nigga, I seen the footage on the tape
Man I must’ve threw up everything I ever ate
Man I know he got some dice at the Heaven gates
Kicking shit with all these bitches like he’s Kevin Gates
Relax your mind and kick your feet way up
Selling dog food tryna feed my pups
Young rich nigga and I’m built Ford Tough
And I’m going through stuff
I don’t feel no love
And I shake your body and you still wake up
Taking Perkys, man I fill my cup
The feds watching and they still might come, I’m gone
I wan’ see my brother with the Patek not the static
Gucci wrap your toe up, got retarded with my daddy
All they seen was red bottoms bleeding by the casket
Perkys got me focused, I done noticed all the damages
I don’t see no purpose, in the county eating sandwiches
Lost so many niggas, I went crazy, I couldn’t balance it
You can’t question God, yeah yeah, or any of these challenges
Sipping on this Actavis, I swear I gotta manage it
SRT the challengers
Make that work do acrobatic flip, accurate
And I’m leaning like a project banister
I’m a boss, I ain’t never need a manager, got freaks, we ball scandalous, ayy

[Outro: Young Thug]
Fuck it, we ball, yeah
All the soldiers we lost, yeah
Fuck it, we ball
For all the soldiers we lost
Shawty on percocets in the bag (all the soldiers we lost)
Got a Rollie and a Pateky in my bag (all the soldiers we lost)
She just got a nose job and it wasn’t that bad (fuck it, we ball)
I was juggin’ round the city, I came back
Fuck it, we ball
Yeah, fuck it, we ball
Tear down the mall, yeah
Fuck it, we ball
Tear down the mall, ayy

Meek Mill – We Ball (feat. Young Thug)

[Intro: Meek Mill]
Yeah!
RIP Dex Osama, Lil Snupe
All the fallen soldiers
Scooter, Truce

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
When they killed my nigga Snupe, I seen my young nigga
In the casket he ain’t even have no blood in him
Prolly the reason why I keep taking these drugs quicker
Ain’t got no patience for these motherfuckin’ fuck niggas
I watch everybody change, they thought I lost it
But now they all bustin’ U-ies its gon’ cost ’em
I seen Chino shut the casket on the coffin (Truce)
Killed his only big brother and we lost him
So I’ma hold it down ’til we all win
We’ve been at the clearport ballin’
I just want to see my niggas flossin’
Hundred bands everytime I walk in
If you keep it trill you’ll get a blessing for it
Deep down in the trenches with that Wesson on me
My mama, she can’t sleep, I come here early mornings (mama)
But mama I got thirty in this dirty .40
Any weapon formed against me shall not prosper
Used to pray them Ramen noodles turned to lobster
Gotta watch my own homies on the roster
Cause this the type of money’ll get your lined up

[Bridge: Meek Mill]
And I can’t trust nobody
They hit your homie and they knocked the soul out him
They said that they would ride or die but ain’t nobody roll ’bout it
Three felonies, ain’t graduate, no I am not your role model
I hope the Lord got us

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
When they killed my nigga, I seen the footage on the tape
Man I must’ve threw up everything I ever ate
Man I know he got some dice at the Heaven gates
Kicking shit with all these bitches like he’s Kevin Gates
Relax your mind and kick your feet way up
Selling dog food tryna feed my pups
Young rich nigga and I’m built Ford Tough
And I’m going through stuff
I don’t feel no love
And I shake your body and you still wake up
Taking Perkys, man I fill my cup
The feds watching and they still might come, I’m gone
I wan’ see my brother with the Patek not the static
Gucci wrap your toe up, got retarded with my daddy
All they seen was red bottoms bleeding by the casket
Perkys got me focused, I done noticed all the damages
I don’t see no purpose, in the county eating sandwiches
Lost so many niggas, I went crazy, I couldn’t balance it
You can’t question God, yeah yeah, or any of these challenges
Sipping on this Actavis, I swear I gotta manage it
SRT the challengers
Make that work do acrobatic flip, accurate
And I’m leaning like a project banister
I’m a boss, I ain’t never need a manager, got freaks, we ball scandalous, ayy

[Outro: Young Thug]
Fuck it, we ball, yeah
All the soldiers we lost, yeah
Fuck it, we ball
For all the soldiers we lost
Shawty on percocets in the bag (all the soldiers we lost)
Got a Rollie and a Pateky in my bag (all the soldiers we lost)
She just got a nose job and it wasn’t that bad (fuck it, we ball)
I was juggin’ round the city, I came back
Fuck it, we ball
Yeah, fuck it, we ball
Tear down the mall, yeah
Fuck it, we ball
Tear down the mall, ayy

Meek Mill – We Ball Lyrics

[Intro: Meek Mill]
Yeah!
RIP Dex Osama
Lil Snupe
All the fallen soldiers
Scooter, Truce

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
When they killed my nigga Snupe I seen my young nigga
In the casket he ain’t even have no blood in him
Prolly the reason why I keep taking these drugs quicker
Ain’t got no patience for these motherfuckin’ fuck niggas
I watch everybody change, they thought I lost it
But now they all bustin’ U-ies its goin’ cost ’em
I seen Chino shut the casket on the coffin (Truce)
Killed his only big brother and we lost him
So I’ma hold it down ’til we all win
We’ve been at the clear port ballin’
I just want to see my niggas flossin’
Hundred bands everytime I walk in
If you keep it trill you’ll get a blessing for it
Deep down in the trenches with that Wesson on me
My mama, she can’t sleep, I come here early mornings (mama)
But mama I got thirty in this dirty .40
Any weapon formed against me shall not prosper
Used to pray them Ramen noodles turned to lobster
Gotta watch my own homies on the roster
‘Cause this the type of money get your lined up
And I can’t trust nobody
They hit your homie and they knocked the soul out him
They said that they would ride or die but ain’t nobody roll ’bout him
Three felonies, ain’t graduate, no I am not your role model

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
I hope the lord got us
When they killed my nigga, I seen the footage on the tape
Man I must’ve threw up everything I ever ate
Man I know he got some dice at the heaven gates
Kicking shit with all these bitches like he’s Kevin Gates
Relax your mind and kick your feet way up
Selling dog food tryna feed my pups
Young rich nigga and I’m built Ford Tough
And I’m throwing through stuff, I don’t feel no love
And I shake your body and you still wake up
Taking perkys, man I fill my cup
The feds watching and they still might come, I’m gone
I wan’ see my brother with the Patek not the static
Gucci wrap your toe up, got retarded with my daddy
All they seen was red bottoms bleeding by the casket
Perkys got me focused, I done noticed all the damages
I don’t see no purpose, in the county eating sandwiches
Lost so many niggas, I went crazy, I couldn’t balance it
You can’t question god, yeah yeah, these challenges
Sipping on this Actavis, I swear I gotta manage it
SRT the challengers
Make that work do acrobatic flip, accurate
And I’m leaning like a project banister
I’m a boss, I ain’t never need a manager
Got rich with Thug scandalous, ayy

[Outro: Young Thug]
Fuck it, we ball, yeah
All the soldiers we lost, yeah
Fuck it, we ball
For all the soldiers we lost
Shawty on percocets in the bag (all the soldiers we lost)
Got a Rollie and a Pateky in my bag (all the soldiers we lost)
She just got a nose job and it went that bad (fuck it, we ball)
I was juggin’ round the city, I came back
Fuck it, we ball
Yeah, fuck it, we ball
Tear down the mall, yeah
Fuck it, we ball
Tear down the mall, ayy

Meek Mill – Make It Work (Priorities 5 Album) letras

[Intro: Meek Mill]
I used to want all that shit, now I got it
I gotta think of some more shit to want, nigga
Oh!

[Hook: Meek Mill]
I used to want a quarter bird ’til I got me a brick
I used to want that SRT until I hopped in the Benz
I used to really want that hoe until she hopped on my dick
You niggas said they wanted war, we started droppin’ that shit
Like oh Lord, oh Lord!
She ridin’ waves, I tell your bitch to surfboard
Surfboard, surfboard
She want the money, tell that hoe to work for it

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
I used to really want that hoe until I hit from the back
I started trappin’, no hands, tried to get me a pack
I took my talents to South Philly, had to get me a sack
You niggas know you fuck around, Meek Milly gettin’ you whacked
I used to want a pound of weed, I started flippin’ that crack
Sellin’ that dope, I went through hell bein’ broke
A nigga called me, say he got it, I say front me in four
And he ain’t heard from me since and now he smellin’ the smoke
You fuckboy! Fuckboy!
Niggas hatin’, I’m like what the fuck for?
I’m in the 6, I’m ridin’ with a plus 4
She a 10, I fuck her and all her friends, pussy nigga

[Hook: Meek Mill]
I used to want a quarter bird ’til I got me a brick
I used to want that SRT until I hopped in the Benz
I used to really want that hoe until she hopped on my dick
You niggas said they wanted war, we started droppin’ that shit
Like oh Lord, oh Lord!
She ridin’ waves, I tell your bitch to surfboard
Surfboard, surfboard
She want the money, tell that hoe to work for it

[Verse 2: Wale]
Nigga, so tired of these lame niggas
Keep changin’ on you like late winter
Springin’ on you for a hoe or somethin’
My coat season and game different
Self made, self made nigga
Well dressed, well paid nigga
I daredevil err’day, nigga
Like Hell’s Kitchen and faint vision, oh Lord!
Tell them niggas I’ma need a minute
Undefeated, young sneaker nigga
Hundred deep, you never see a nigga
Hennessy in moderation
But my niggas drinkin’ like them Black Ink niggas
Hah, Dutch Ceaser nigga
Meanin’ I cut and leaf a nigga
Get it? That’s leavin’, nigga
Scissors, clippers, please forgive me
Real nigga, hoes around me
Take bitches, repeat offender
Ho, ho, please don’t let me
No, no, Easter pinkin’
I done prayed the rappers get the Actavis
So they can all go back to just sleepin’ on me

[Hook: Meek Mill]
I used to want a quarter bird ’til I got me a brick
I used to want that SRT until I hopped in the Benz
I used to really want that hoe until she hopped on my dick
You niggas said they wanted war, we started droppin’ that shit
Like oh Lord, oh Lord!
She ridin’ waves, I tell your bitch to surfboard
Surfboard, surfboard
She want the money, tell that hoe to work for it

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Niggas lookin’ at me when I step into the party
It’s the 50 millionaire, mothafuckin’ Don Dada
All my niggas on coke, all these bitches on molly
Half my niggas do both, you better get yourself some money
Catchin’ feelings when I pull up in it…. rrrk!
Bad bitch, she a stripper, now she gettin’ spinach
Now follow me, Balenciagas like they’re Nikes, nigga
Fine bitches in the club, all wifeys, nigga
Now follow me, back to back, we in the Wraith, dog
Parkin’ lot, chicken wings, then we skatin’ off
Still headbussin’ bitches, now I break you off
And if a nigga step to me, I’ll break the law
Now follow me, front your boy and I’ma make you work
If I got the bitch a purse, she had to make it twerk
Nigga, ridin’ through the city, I remain alert
Cause these niggas full of envy and they tend to lurk

[Hook: Meek Mill]
I used to want a quarter bird ’til I got me a brick
I used to want that SRT until I hopped in the Benz
I used to really want that hoe until she hopped on my dick
You niggas said they wanted war, we started droppin’ that shit
Like oh Lord, oh Lord!
She ridin’ waves, I tell your bitch to surfboard
Surfboard, surfboard
She want the money, tell that hoe to work for it