Mo Money – Meek Mill (feat. French Montana & Lil’ Snupe)
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[Allen Iverson:] What are we talking about practice We talking about practice man
[Meek Mill:] I’m just with my niggas spining hella blocks Bad bitch on all my banshee I’m like twelve o’ clock Vroom vroom I might do a hundred block In the back hundred niggas deep and we like fuck the cops I see these haters looking at me like I owe them something You looking back I prolly throw you something I see you flexing with that money and I know you frontin’ I had cases never told ’em nothing
[Lil’ Snupe:] She let you know that we ain’t flexing You quit [?] gon’ get ejected Niggas want to kill me cause a nigga coming up Want to kill ’em but that shit my really fuck my money up Focus on my grind got to get the stash Tryna leave the streets alone but they steady calling back You ever seen death around the corner Chilling on the block and pussy niggas run up on ya Busting shells at you when they hotter than a sauna
[French Montana:] All these chains and this change on me Niggas said I changed man they changed on me Man it ain’t a thang everything on me Man a see a clear port plane on me
[Meek Mill:] You see me coming around your corner I got a check Flew into your city leave my niggas on the jet Ballin’ like…
Mo money, mo money only bringing more problems Mo money, mo money only bringing more robbers Want to see me in a box I went and push boxed ’em Show me some evidence Never was better than nor was you relevant I’m too competitive walk in the club get my 357 in My level went excellent I cut the brick like its cards and I shuffle it You told ’em we selling it A mouse in the building that act like an elephant Who the fuck just let the devil in Come to my city they treat me like president Ain’t got no pity for niggas that’s settling I had that Lala and Melo was selling them niggas Fuck JR Smith Niggas try to kill me but they all miss My day ones man they all with ya Had a lot of homies but they all switched Word up my nigga
With 100 nigga behind me North side Philly where you find me Riding around with a 30 in my lap in a big ass phantom I’m with the Bentley like I’m Johnny Watching out with the toolie for a robbery Bang motherfucker for the money and the respect Hit ’em in the head
Back a nigga wasn’t mad then Took advantage I asked them For a shot at this start laughing It took a year or two and now Y’all niggas all look like haters You ain’t even put your glove on paper Word around that you tricking on bitches Catch you with your chain on and we take it