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