Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Young Kings, artist - Meek Mill. Date of issue: 25.10.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Young Kings |
| Money make the world go round |
| And all the pretty girls go down |
| And I still roll round through my old hood in my new whip |
| All white ghost I call it my cool whip |
| Hundred on my neck lookin' like I move bricks |
| My life is like a movie, every day a new script |
| And ain’t it funny how this money make a mood switch |
| Cuz they be talkin' beef, I be up in Ruth’s Chris |
| Who is this at the door, I think it’s the devil don’t let him in |
| Just rap and take my n*ggas to places we never been |
| And when it comes to cake I get it like Entenmann’s |
| With the heart of a lion, no lyin' I never been |
| No food for these f*ckboys |
| On my second mil and I ain’t talkin' lunch boy |
| Glock 30 ridin' dirty in this (?) boy |
| Cuz I could teach you like a priest and get you touched boy |
| No homo |
| Before I had a deal I was poppin', no promo |
| All of a sudden all these bad b*tches want a photo |
| M’s in my account and M’s in the logo |
| So every time I spend a hundred k I scream YOLO |
| Young kings, young kings |
| I be rollin' with some young kings, young kings |
| And all we know is one thing, one thing |
| Get the money n*gga f*ck fame, and f*ck fame |
| I be rollin' with some young kings, young kings |
| Rollin' with some young kings, young kings |
| And all we know is one thing, one thing |
| Get the money n*gga f*ck fame, and f*ck fame |
| Crowns on my wrist and my head |
| And I’ma ball hard in this b*tch 'til I’m dead |
| It’s money on my mind, make me put it on your head |
| And have your own homies lookin' at you like you’re bread |
| Tryna eat n*gga, I’m from Philly so you know I play for keeps n*gga |
| Six pallbearers, six feet deep n*gga |
| No insurance you been sitting six weeks n*gga |
| Big 40 knock you right up out your sneaks n*gga |
| Young kings, all I know is one thing |
| Live life, one dream, started in the drug game |
| Where they never make it out unless you got a gun gang |
| Walkin' through my city but it’s lookin' like I run things |
| Runnin' sh*t, diarrhea |
| And ever since my dad died I ran out of fear |
| G5 through the sky boy we outta here |
| Sippin' P&J fresh from out the PJ |
| Young kings, young kings |
| I be rollin' with some young kings, young kings |
| And all we know is one thing, one thing |
| Get the money n*gga f*ck fame, and f*ck fame |
| I be rollin' with some young kings, young kings |
| Rollin' with some young kings, young kings |
| And all we know is one thing, one thing |
| Get the money n*gga f*ck fame, and f*ck fame |
| I still wake up go and get it, youngin' on a mission |
| Cuz when n*ggas was eating they left me to do the dishes |
| But I’m different, I still put 'em on just to show 'em right |
| I used to be the dark child but now I glow at night |
| I keep a milli by my side because we both alike |
| Try and keep that n*gga out the field cuz he be throwin' white |
| Dishin' d, tryna get rich as me |
| I’m worth a couple million man that sh*t was meant to be |
| 20 gold chains on, sh*t I think I’m Mr. T |
| If I could live my life again I wouldn’t do it differently |
| Prolly bring my father back, just so he could witness me |
| Back up in my zone I swear my haters is history |
| B*tches say they missin' me, I never fall for it |
| Cuz they just miss the money, they know I go hard for it |
| And if my n*ggas need it, I tell 'em come for it |
| Cuz when it comes to me, they shootin' like a small forward, swish |
| Young kings, young kings |
| I be rollin' with some young kings, young kings |
| And all we know is one thing, one thing |
| Get the money n*gga f*ck fame, and f*ck fame |
| I be rollin' with some young kings, young kings |
| Rollin' with some young kings, young kings |
| And all we know is one thing, one thing |
| Get the money n*gga f*ck fame, and f*ck fame |