Текст песни «Meek Mill - Dreams Worth More Than Money»
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Come on lets 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 aint doing nothin but gettin stronger nigga
New deals, new money, double M G Dreamchaser
Lets 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, lets turn them lights on
I used to sleep on the same floors the mice on
Now its 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 wont 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 its Parkinsons
If they said my name they got flamed, Im the arsonist
A man dont eat he gonna starve, a man gonna starve he gonna die
I know that they gonna try, thats why I stay strapped with a brand new mac and its 45
So when they jump fast, better whistle like off-sides
Cause Im from Philly, well eat your cheese steak
I told Diddy, I aint walking for no cheesecake
Cause the jeweler making the band with the freeze face
Im on now, I got neighbors like in 3 states
Do it for the vine, I aint 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 aint even know it
These a million dollar pair of sneaks nigga, you aint even know it
Said Reebok dropped Ross, we aint even know it
Cause he went and brought that Bentley Breitling, he aint 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 yall
Just take a look at my car, you dont 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 take you back to the A
Put in the verse like that Mac in you face
And Philly nigga, Im mac in the bay
Im all beast still killing shit, Im speaking all street still killing shit
Hurricane the first week, I still killed the shit
Intro been out like a year and Im still killing shit
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 aint doing nothin but gettin stronger nigga
New deals, new money, double M G Dreamchaser
Lets 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, lets turn them lights on
I used to sleep on the same floors the mice on
Now its 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 wont 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 its Parkinsons
If they said my name they got flamed, Im the arsonist
A man dont eat he gonna starve, a man gonna starve he gonna die
I know that they gonna try, thats why I stay strapped with a brand new mac and its 45
So when they jump fast, better whistle like off-sides
Cause Im from Philly, well eat your cheese steak
I told Diddy, I aint walking for no cheesecake
Cause the jeweler making the band with the freeze face
Im on now, I got neighbors like in 3 states
Do it for the vine, I aint 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 aint even know it
These a million dollar pair of sneaks nigga, you aint even know it
Said Reebok dropped Ross, we aint even know it
Cause he went and brought that Bentley Breitling, he aint 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 yall
Just take a look at my car, you dont 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 take you back to the A
Put in the verse like that Mac in you face
And Philly nigga, Im mac in the bay
Im all beast still killing shit, Im speaking all street still killing shit
Hurricane the first week, I still killed the shit
Intro been out like a year and Im still killing shit