Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song A Milli, artist - Meek Mill. Album song Flamers, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 01.07.2012
Record label: Believe
Song language: English
A Milli |
Most of us successful people could tell you a story |
About when they wasn’t fucking with us |
Now that we at the top, y’all not fucking with us |
They ain’t fuck with me when my money low |
Now they tryna ride 'cause my money long |
These niggas ain’t shit, half million dollar whip, nigga |
Tell your bitch suck a rich nigga dick |
They may hate like I ain’t grind for this shit |
But I ain’t tripping cause you niggas ain’t fucking with me |
Tell 'em «Nah, nah, you niggas ain’t fucking with me» |
Yeah, when the money came all the hoes came too |
These niggas started hating, I guess that’s what fame do |
And I remain who? |
Me! |
Still be with the same crew |
None of my niggas don’t fall out for bitches |
They falling for money, we ain’t you, we ain’t y’all niggas |
Started with a dollar and I turned that to a million |
Now the Chasers in the building, it ain’t hard nigga |
I’m like oh lord what a feeling when you pull up |
Drop the ceiling on them suckers that was watching while we starve nigga |
They got fat and I got slim |
So I shitted on them niggas when I got in |
My homie caught me for some paper, that was not my friend |
That was not my dawg, so it’s fuck that nigga, knock him off |
More money than you can ever think |
Now we buying more PJ than we can ever drink |
More than we could ever swallow |
Get money that’s my motto |
When you in the lead there’s nothing to follow |
I know… |
These niggas ain’t shit, half million dollar whip, nigga |
Tell your bitch suck a rich nigga dick |
They may hate like I ain’t grind for this shit |
But I ain’t tripping cause you niggas ain’t fucking with me |
Tell 'em «Nah, nah, you niggas ain’t fucking with me» |
When the money came all the problems came too |
And when the problems came all they had to blame was you |
And niggas said I changed, you would probably change too |
When niggas is hating they catching them vapors |
And mad at favors that you ain’t do |
They gon' switch sides |
I could tell you suckers want me gone |
Before I let my mama mourn, you know I’ma let that shit fly |
And I used to get it on |
Selling crack till it was dawn |
Moving fish, and I ain’t talking 'bout no fish fry |
And the reason they can’t keep up, cuz when they sleep you know we up |
We move kilos, then re-up |
I do one lap, then I speed up |
With your plan A, you couldn’t be us |
Or see us, when it’s game time |
And it’s 4th quarter now let’s D-up |
I’ma be up, with my feet up |
And I’ma eat up, every beat up |
That they feed us, as a fetus |
I had more stripes than Adidas |
And my dawg told me don’t ease up, kill these niggas |
And when I do murder them all me and my Philly niggas |
These niggas ain’t shit, half million dollar whip, nigga |
Tell your bitch suck a rich nigga dick |
They may hate like I ain’t grind for this shit |
But I ain’t tripping cause you niggas ain’t fucking with me |
Tell 'em «Nah, nah, you niggas ain’t fucking with me» |
I’m on a decade of dominating the game |
With the legends, the hottest MCs, and the new niggas |
It’s me |
They ain’t fuckin' with me |
It’s the ball |
DC 3 |