Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rich & Famous, artist - Meek Mill. Date of issue: 25.10.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Rich & Famous |
| Aye, shorty I’mma tell you like this |
| I know you used to messing with them ordinary guys |
| But, uh |
| The way I’m getting money |
| I can introduce you to a lifestyle you gon' love forever |
| It’s Double-M-G |
| I wanna buy your love, tell me what it’s gon' be? |
| I wanna buy your love, everything is on me |
| Lifestyle of the rich and the famous |
| Don’t you wanna be rich and be famous? |
| Lifestyle of the rich and the famous |
| Don’t you wanna be rich and be famous? |
| I wanna buy your… |
| Riding through my city with a chick I used to lust |
| Bout to make a movie starring me, the two of us |
| Penthouse at the top floor, elevator shooters up |
| So I can eat that pussy for breakfast, dinner, and lunch |
| And uh, she been waiting all night for this hard pipe |
| I think she called twice |
| Before you knew it I pulled in she seen them fog lights |
| And I can see it in her face she had a hard night |
| Up and down that pole selling dreams, selling love |
| It was sort of like she serving fiends and selling drugs |
| Giving them a fix, body solid as a brick |
| With no baking soda on it I went raw every time I hit |
| Life’s a bitch but I go deep up in that pussy Jerry Rice |
| And every time I’m in the building I ain’t never like |
| She be on that pole, tryna chase her goals |
| Going up and down like that angel on that rose. |
| Lord Knows! |
| Shorty so pretty and that pussy so good |
| She used to say I was crazy, I was up to no good |
| Till I slid all in it, started fucking her good |
| Red bottom, I damn near had a crush in the hood |
| I slid up in the ass and she heard them pipes they was growling |
| Friends wanting to fuck me because they like how I’m styling |
| But I’m cool on the snaking cause I like when she smiling |
| We gon' leer in the air just to get right on an island |
| We ball harder, ball horrible out in Florida |
| Isabel Marant sneakers, you got all of them |
| Tatted up, passports just to cross borders |
| She calling me daddy and I ain’t got a daughter |
| Said I’m cooler than them other dudes |
| Five racks just to get her Cinderella shoes |
| Hella Jewels, Money come in different revenues |
| Big Paper, your money smaller then that Kevin dude |
| My chick bad, looking like a bag of money |
| She gripping on my H belt, but I tell her grab it for me |
| She was messing with me way before I had the money |
| You niggas playing games, I’m really getting mad money |
| Just to commentate, peep how I operate |
| I put your chick up in this ghost, Bet she cooperate |
| I really balling, tat em all up in and out of state |
| Been getting money for a while, I don’t know how to hate |
| They call me racked up shorty, she can smell the Aura |
| Had her out in Bora exploring like she was Dora |
| Million dollar sponsor, spoiled her like my daughter |
| And put her in the game, She ain’t fucking with lames |