Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Eryday, artist - Meek Mill. Album song Philadephia Eagles 4, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 21.10.2012
Record label: Huslte team
Song language: English
Eryday |
| Meek ain’t countin' money no more. |
| If it ain’t right, it ain’t right |
| Zip the bag up. |
| MMG |
| Drop it right there. |
| Maybach music. |
| I got these niggas hating on me |
| But I don’t give a fuck |
| Because they’re bitches waiting on me |
| I’m just countin' all this money |
| And buyin' all these hammers, |
| So when these niggas play I let my shooters go bananas. |
| Dollars flashin' like a camera |
| My whip sounds like a monster |
| My bitch got on that shit, she got a million dollar-sponsor |
| These niggas gettin' sick |
| Somebody call a doctor |
| Cause all this blood’s drippin' twenty racks on Louis Vuitton |
| I got Dolce and Gabanna, |
| Gucci, Louis, Prada, |
| Fly saddle, white socks, boy, I got a lotta. |
| My dream cabanas |
| That’s where they’ll probably find us |
| Tell me now the jail like sayonara to you others. |
| I spoil them bitches |
| I employ them niggas. |
| Wipe my ass with the riches |
| Like they’re some toilet tissue. |
| Fuck with the winner |
| Minx in a winner |
| Philadelphia millionaire |
| Meek be that nigga. |
| Your niggas hatin' |
| My niggas ballin', |
| Poppin' bands gettn' money buying them Magnum bottles, |
| My bitch is patient |
| Your bitch is boring, |
| Fuck her, that Friday night we both woke up this Sunday morning. |
| Young nigga, lot of cash |
| Bad bitch, lotta ass, |
| Lambourghini kinda fast |
| It got these haters kinda mad |
| Make me bring them sticks out |
| AKA, look, they’re comin' |
| Them niggas 're kinda nice |
| Which means that they kinda act. |
| I be on all kinds of shit |
| Boy, I get all kinds of cash, |
| Monday, I’m a wear my Jays, |
| Tuesday, my Prada bag, |
| Wednesday, I go Louie Vuitton, |
| And say: How you been? |
| I say: Doin' fine. |
| But that ball hard like two Lebrons |
| I hit the booth with no shooting time |
| I’m Superman |
| My bitch is superfly |
| I make a hater wanna kill himself, suicide |
| That nigga play at me |
| He knows it’s do-or-die |
| Cause I got a big Mac |
| And that bitch, be super-sized. |
| Rollin with a hundred goons |
| Boy I got a hundred jewls |
| Bout to fuck a hundred hoes |
| All them bitches coming soon. |
| Tell 'em I am coming now |
| Tell 'em I am coming, cool. |
| Buy my shit, it’s superhot |
| I named my album 'Summer June' |
| I spoil them bitches |
| I employ them niggas. |
| Wipe my ass with the riches |
| Like they’re some toilet tissue. |
| Fuck with the winner |
| Minx in a winner |
| Philadelphia millionaire |
| Meek be that nigga. |
| Your niggas hatin' |
| My niggas ballin', |
| Poppin' bands gettn' money buying them Magnum bottles, |
| My bitch is patient |
| Your bitch is boring, |
| Fuck her, that Friday night we both woke up this Sunday morning. |
| Bugatti and Rosay |
| Bout to meet Jose |
| He said 'Did that work', |
| And I was like 'OK' |
| She said 'Give me money' |
| I was like 'No way' |
| She got mad and touched my phone |
| Said, 'It ain’t no work if it ain’t no pay'. |
| I’m like 'Be gone, bitch |
| Be gone, bitch.' |
| I’ll pop the guard |
| Turn on my On switch. |
| Them bitches ain’t on that |
| Nigga, cause they’re on this |
| You put more money in, |
| I put more money in. |
| I spoil them bitches |
| I employ them niggas. |
| Wipe my ass with the riches |
| Like they’re some toilet tissue. |
| Fuck with the winner |
| Minx in a winner |
| Philadelphia millionaire |
| Meek be that nigga. |
| Your niggas hatin' |
| My niggas ballin', |
| Poppin' bands gettn' money buying them Magnum bottles, |
| My bitch is patient |
| Your bitch is boring, |
| Fuck her, that Friday night we both woke up this Sunday morning. |
| Can I ask a favor? |
| Please embrace the fact that Meek is just that boy now |
| Why fight it? |
| You’re doing yourself the service. |