Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dwmt, artist - Meek Mill. Date of issue: 06.07.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Dwmt |
| Come on let’s 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 ain’t doing nothin' but gettin' stronger nigga |
| New deals, new money, double M G Dreamchaser |
| Let’s 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, let’s turn them lights on |
| I used to sleep on the same floors the mice on |
| Now it’s 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 won’t 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 it’s Parkinsons |
| If they said my name they got flamed, I’m the arsonist |
| A man don’t eat he gonna starve, a man gonna starve he gonna die |
| I know that they gonna try, that’s why I stay strapped with a brand new mac and |
| it’s 45 |
| So when they jump fast, better whistle like off-sides |
| Cause I’m from Philly, we’ll eat your cheese steak |
| I told Diddy, I ain’t walking for no cheesecake |
| Cause the jeweller making the band with the freeze face |
| I’m on now, I got neighbors like in 3 states |
| Do it for the vine, I ain’t 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 ain’t even know it |
| These a million dollar pair of sneaks nigga, you ain’t even know it |
| Said Reebok dropped Ross, we ain’t even know it |
| Cause he went and brought that Bentley Brookland, he ain’t 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 y’all |
| Just take a look at my car, you don’t 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 go you back to the A |
| Put in the verse like that Mac hit ya face |
| And Philly nigga, I’m mac in the bay |
| I’m off beat still killing shit, I’m speaking all street still killing shit |
| Hurricane the first week, I still killed the shit |
| Intro been out like a year and it’s still killing shit |