Meek Mill – Made It From Nothing (feat. Teyana Taylor & Rick Ross) (Wins & Losses Album)

[Hook: Teyana Taylor]
I know you thought I wouldn’t shine like this
They know I took my time with the shit
Diamonds on my neck, I blind them with the wrist
Hey, it feels good when you make it from nothing
I grind like this
So I can shine like this
Them diamonds on my wrist
It feels good when you make it from nothing

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Uh, it North Philly in my bloodstream, nigga
South Philly from my dad genes, nigga
I can wear my dad jeans
Bought my mom and sister a new crib when that cash came, nigga
Put some respect up on my last name
No better feelin’ than seeing my cousin serve his last fiend
No better feelin’ seein’ lil Papi talkin French to me
All this money, these pussies will never get to me
Why you think you never hear ’bout what they did to me?
Hunnid bands, quarter milli, talking big money
I’m what you did and nobody stopping shit, homie
‘Cause honestly we give a fuck ’bout your big homie
Fuck it, posted in the Jungle with a ladder
How can they compare me to a rapper?
Did it for attention ’cause he had to
Niggas broke, their opinions never mattered
Fuck ’em!

[Hook: Teyana Taylor]
Damn, it feels good from way up here
Damn, it feels good, baby
Yeah, from way up here
I know you thought I wouldn’t shine like this
They know I took my time with the shit
Diamonds on my neck, I’m blogging with the wrist
Hey, it feels good when you make it from nothin’
I grind like this
So I can shine like this
Them diamonds on my wrist
It feels good when you make it from nothin’

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I always need a prayer before we do the toast
My circle competitive, let’s see who move the most
I gave my niggas game before they do the roast
Now let’s talk about numbers, I really do ’em both
I still got two real uncles who still be doing dope
One of them used to run wit a freaky stokes
So many new faces sometimes I do get ghosts
Still one call away from ones who really knew me most
Stand in my lane, out of the uzi smoke
You only beating cases based on who you know
Public defender gave him a funeral
Juvenile sent to Rikers, he never knew the rules
[?] religions, he don’t know who to choose
Let’s bow our head over these Ramen noodles
God is the greatest and I pray for peace
Still rolling up that leaf, Mr. Drew Ali, I salute you

[Outro: Teyana Taylor]
Damn, it feels good from way up here
Damn, it feels good, baby
Yeah, from way up here
I just want the money, baby, yeah
Hey, what they want from me, baby
And we still want it, baby
Money is coming, we still run dough
Niggas run up but we never lay low
Niggas kept it real so we never lay low
Never lay low
Running through the money, going way up
Money on the wheel, go way up
The doors on the coupe go way up
It’s so easy to hate us
Niggas in the club spilling Aces of Spades
Popping on the bub’ and they love a check
Niggas going somewhere, I’ma make it
If you ain’t got my money I’ma take that
They probably thought a nigga wouldn’t shine like this
Got deals so I signed like this
Diamonds on my neck, I blind them with the wrist
Hey, yeah
I’ma change my mind on you
You know how we do
I’m eating lobster on a plate now

Meek Mill – Bag Talk (Meekend Music 2 Album)

[Intro: Meek Mill]
I can hear it in your voice you wasn’t never in this shit nigga
We still at war

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Young niggas totin’ Glocks
Sellin’ dope, poppin’ wheelies
When the feds came through, they scooped the whole South Philly
When the feds came through, they scooped the whole South Philly
We was grinding, they was hating
Perfect time to get this money, I was patient
We was Gucci, they was snaking
Only one to keep it real when they was faking
Ain’t a nigga ’round me I ain’t give a hundred bands to
Never falling out, about them bitches that we ran through
When you get the money like I got it they can’t stand you
Fuck ’em, we at war with the system, in the streets
Bulletproof I’m in the trenches, niggas said that I got beef
I can’t really trust these niggas ’bout this cash, and I can’t sleep
And my homie lined my other homie up, ’cause he a creep
Show no love for that pussy ass nigga, it get deep
For the love of that Benji, we spillin’ blood in them streets
And I know why they hate me, it ain’t no love in them streets
He was hinting at work, we thought it was love it was cheap
He was sellin us that reerock, pumping us on that Reebok
Damn, thought you was all here, found out that we not
Slid up on him wit three Glocks, did him dirty for three blocks
Turn that boy to a freeze pop, shoot him into a [?]
It’s a dog-eat-dog enviornment
Young niggas killing, all the old heads retiring
And the sound of that 30 start to sound inspiring
When you pull up on them, I start firing
Please don’t judge us, they done killed our brothers
We done starved all winter they gon feel our summers
I went drop top Don on ’em, we do numbers
And when we get a chance to rain on ’em, we gon’ flood ’em
Fuck ’em, fuck ’em

[Chorus]
I told ’em, I’mma pray for ’em
All that drama I feel like I’m made for
Catch a body, take it to the grave for me
And if they pop you off, you’ll never change on me, no
Bag talk, put a bag on her, let that cash talk
[?]
Killed the niggas [?]
Why you take it that far?
[?] everybody, you gotta understand, dog
We the type to call the house and have a standoff
Make a thottie call your homie, that’s a man-off

[Verse 2]
We ain’t never been loved, so we don’t know how it feel
They so used to the fake shit, they don’t know what was real
All my enemies, frenemies, I don’t know who to kill
I don’t know who gon’ keep it silent and know who gon’ squeal
I can’t tell no more
I don’t know who’s [?]
‘Cause it all got fuzzy and came down to that money
I seen niggas eatin’ from me], made me watch while I’m hungry
Bitches changed for the fame, you gotta watch them they phony
I don’t know where I’m going, I need navigation
They came and got a young niggas ‘for they graduation
Spent some time on that Patek still ain’t got no patience
Gave my nigga 20 years, put him on vacation
Every time I’m in the hood, I be on some Wraith shit
Stars all in the ceiling, feel like it’s a spaceship
In them streets, we still in there, niggas think we made it
They just killed my little cousin, wish I could’ve saved him
‘Member times out in Vegas when we did it major
Niggas turned they back on us, I feel like they played us
I feel like they try to use us, I can’t do no favors
Gotta watch these niggas close ’cause they been catchin’ vapors

Meek Mill – Fa Sho (feat. T Dot) (Priorities 5 Album) letras

[Hook: Tdot Illdude]
I be getting money fucking hoes
Hundred bands on me everywhere I go
Lot of things on me everywhere I go
If you on the other side then you got to go
Bruce Lee Roy I got the glow
Diamonds dancing in my chain it come from Joe
Hundred bands on me everywhere I go
Lot of niggas hating but they keep it on the low
I keep my bitch in Celine that’s fa sho
I keep my bitch in Vera Wang that’s fa sho
I keep my hittas on the plane that’s fa sho
And the streets know my names that’s fa sho, sho

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
I’ve been getting money on the low
Type of nigga buy a Birken for your hoe
Hundred thousand on me everywhere I go
Bought a Range just to drive it in the snow
Fuck you niggas talking shit is lit
Riding dirty got the chopper in the Bent
Got your baby momma trying to get a flick
Now nigga tell your baby momma fuck up off my dick
I’m just cooling with my young niggas
She in the VIP with all these drug dealers
Acting like she never fucked with you
And she told me that you a fuck nigga
When you popping like we popping my nigga ain’t no laying low
Mixing that Givenchy with Valentino camo
Fuck on the air mattress all in the bando
Dabbing like I’m Cam tho
Touchdown, yeah hoe

[Hook: Tdot Illdude]
I be getting money fucking hoes
Hundred bands on me everywhere I go
Lot of things on me everywhere I go
If you on the other side then you got to go
Bruce Lee Roy I got the glow
Diamonds dancing in my chain it come from Joe
Hundred bands on me everywhere I go
Lot of niggas hating but they keep it on the low
I keep my bitch in Celine that’s fa sho
I keep my bitch in Vera Wang that’s fa sho
I keep my hittas on the plane that’s fa sho
And the streets know my name that’s fa sho, sho

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Yea, mobbing at the clear port
Richard Milli all plain like the air port
Therefore I am flyer than an air force
Looking devilish I pull up in that red Porsch
Now we got your bitch up on the money train
I heard she fucking what’s his name and what’s his name
We only know your wifey by her Twitter name
I only pop the perc so I don’t feel the pain
Feel the pain, feel the pain, make them feel the flame
All these corny niggas winning I don’t know who to blame
But maybe its the internet, I’ve been busy counting money you should do the same
Every nigga round me got a body
Shorty with me trying to kick it like karate
In my DM acting thirsty word to Gotti
And it be going down when I pull up to the party

[Hook: Tdot Illdude]
I be getting money fucking hoes
Hundred bands on me everywhere I go
Lot of things on me everywhere I go
If you on the other side then you got to go
Bruce Lee Roy I got the glow
Diamonds dancing in my chain it come from Joe
Hundred bands on me everywhere I go
Lot of niggas hating but they keep it on the low
I keep my bitch in Celine that’s fa sho
I keep my bitch in Vera Wang that’s fa sho
I keep my hittas on the plane that’s fa sho
And the streets know my names that’s fa sho, sho

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
I’m still balling, money still calling
I’m on my eigth Rollie, niggas still talking
Flood the whole band, it look like real water
Ticket after ticket I feel like I’m will calling
Niggas hating on me I don’t feel for ’em
Cause my South Philly niggas kill at will for ’em
And my North Philly niggas do the drill for ’em
The lawyers paid nigga made me spend a mil on ’em, pussy!
Blow the motherfucking money on these niggas

[Hook: Tdot Illdude]
I be getting money fucking hoes
Hundred bands on me everywhere I go
Lot of things on me everywhere I go
If you on the other side then you got to go
Bruce Lee Roy I got the glow
Diamonds dancing in my chain it come from Joe
Hundred bands on me everywhere I go
Lot of niggas hating but they keep it on the low
I keep my bitch in Celine that’s fa sho
I keep my bitch in Vera Wang that’s fa sho
I keep my hittas on the plane that’s fa sho
And the streets know my names that’s fa sho, sho