Rick Ross, Meek Mill, Wale, The-Dream – Fine Lines Lyrics

Rick Ross, Meek Mill, Wale, The-Dream – Fine Lines ( Lyrics) Letra RickRossVEVO Rick Ross, Meek Mill, Wale, The-Dream – Fine Lines ( Lyrics)
Some things are too good to be true, hah
Some things you simply have to ask for forgiveness for
So please forgive me
This is not a new song, but the ways of a poet
It’s only one in town, ain’t no versus
Can’t no nigga do it how I do it, nah
Fuck ‘em all, fuck ‘em all
It’s the biggest
M-M-Maybach Music
Uh

Verse 1: Rick Ross
I’m bridging the gap Gap, I did it with crack Crack
Impeccable flow, scribblin’ facts
Elon money’s a must, all the women I lust
If it wasn’t for rap, still keep winnin’ with us
That’s with pen and the paper, I won’t quit ‘til we made it
If we beefin’, we bangin’, I won’t sleep ‘til we slay ‘em
Will Smith with the smack, Chris Rock with the crack
Then forgot of his dream, Guy Fisher was back
All you wannabe thugs, rockin’ corpse in the club
Niggas wanted the city, I just wanted the love
Box Chevy’s in verse, can you spare me the dirt
Lot of killers amongst us, I won’t speak on the worst
Lavish livin’ is standard, can I paint on this canvas
Andy Warhol of wars, shit can not be for ransom
Shit can not be for ransom, shit can not be for ransom
Andy Warhol of wars, shit can not be for ransom

Chorus: The-Dream & Wale
Our lies scar so deep
We can’t uncross things
How this came to be
That I love and hate you at the same time
Love and hate you at the same time
Oh
We record knowledge
I’m out of knowledge

Verse 2: Wale
North Faces and foams, we grew up in that jawn
We was ballin’ in Gordons before got Jones
Wake up early and go, still be late to the parties
Blame the watches I own, I’m showin’ up ASAP, Rocky
Stop me, Murakami my carpets
It’s scary at the top, but at the top, we fear the bottom
What that say about y’all? That can make it off bars
I played your tape the other day, I’m afraid it’s a “Nah”
It’s a label to y’all, it’s engravin’ our scars
A decade with my guys, tribulations and trials
My ambition is gifted, it’s nothin’ baby, I shine
Wow, that’s crazy, all this labor paid for acres and farms
Hah, well, this thing of ours
Our DNA is everywhere, we like three Genghis Khans
It’s the three-headed monster, mashallah that we still on
And to think some lack the patience, now so who be long

Interlude: Rick Ross
Yeah
Uh
Why these stupid goofy niggas think they groupie huh?
M-M-Maybach Music

Chorus: The-Dream
Our lies scar so deep
We can’t uncross things
How this came to be
That I love and hate you at the same time
Love and hate you at the same time

Bridge: The-Dream
Niggas I used to know, bitches I used to know
Crazy how shit go
Farewell

Verse 3: Rick Ross
I may stumble and trip, I won’t fumble a brick
If you come with a diss, I’ma come with the shit
Neither lackin, I’m loaded, had this bitch in the city
That’s the pussy I purchase, swear you niggas gon’ feel it
Competition I crumble, niggas murder for mumbles
Know they tappin’ my talk, sellin’ kilos all summer
Got the prices to drop, livin’ nice as The Rock
Hookahs all through the mansion, it’s so nice at the top
Million dollars in watches, niggas envy my boast
Yes, it gotta be mine, all that sippin’, I toast
Only dollars I sign, no economy flows
Heard you work with the feds, ‘nother Barnaby Jones
Not a part of my bones, I just got a new bonus
So I got a new home, go to war like the Romans
This is not a new song, but the ways of a poet
Now it’s time to go home, not the same for opponents
This is not a new song, but the ways of a poet

Chorus: The-Dream
Our lies scar so deep
We can’t uncross things
How this came to be
That I love and hate you at the same time
Love and hate you at the same time

Outro
Crazy how shit go
Farewell
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Rick Ross, Meek Mill – They Don’t Really Love You Lyrics

Rick Ross, Meek Mill – They Don’t Really Love You ( Lyrics) Letra RickRossVEVO Rick Ross, Meek Mill – They Don’t Really Love You ( Lyrics)
I see all of the fake love, and
I know this shit too good to be true
M-M-M-M-M

Chorus: Meek Mill & Rick Ross
They don’t really love you
Like they say they love you
Double M, hall of fame, nigga
Them niggas hate to love you
They can’t wait to judge you, body you and dump you
I’ll die ‘bout this shit
They don’t really love you
They don’t really love you, so without a doubt, I’ll murder ‘bout this shit
Like they say they love you
They don’t, they don’t
Them niggas hate to love you
Ooh, in the name of love, nigga
They can’t wait to judge, them niggas fakin’ love
Huh
They don’t really love you
Ooh
Don’t say a word, just observe
With Meek
Look at they body language, they nervous
Let’s get it, nigga
They don’t know what to do with you when you know purpose
All these other niggas stayin’ clear, nigga
Ooh
Don’t say a word, just go higher
Shots fired
Let the hate be the gas on your fire
Shots fired
Let them niggas know, they don’t really love you
Huh
They don’t really love you
Don’t be scared to die now
They don’t really love you
‘Cause it ain’t no love
Interlude: Rick Ross
Ain’t no love
And we’ll really die ‘bout this shit, remember that, M-M-M

Verse 1: Rick Ross
Quarter mill’ or what it feel, I just wanna build
Niggas watchin’ pockets, now you the one they wanna kill
Never lame, but go insane just to get a chain
Storm the block like kamikaze niggas in the plane
Is he a superstar? The bitches know his name
I got a hundred cars, but they all run the same
I keep my niggas close, watch what your people post
I let the haters sub, I turn ‘em into ghosts
Rarely is it love
What?, never is it love
What?
It’s too good to be true when you livin’ like a thug
Richest in the city, really ain’t no fuckin’ with me
Ain’t no fuckin’ with me
Pointin’ at you pussy niggas, ain’t no pun intended
Woo
I done seen the low, I done seen the high
I done seen it all, still bein’ penalized
Grrah
Do it for my dawgs
Dawgs, see it in my eyes
Eyes
Kill ‘em for the cause, nigga, Ricky on the rise

Chorus: Meek Mill & Rick Ross
They don’t really love you
Like they say they love you
Them niggas hate to love you
They can’t wait to judge you, body you and dump you
They don’t really love you
They don’t really love you
Like they say they love you
They don’t, they don’t
Them niggas hate to love you
Ooh
They can’t wait to judge, them niggas fakin’ love
They don’t really love you
Ooh
Don’t say a word, just observe
Look at they body language, they nervous
They don’t know what to do with you when you know purpose
Ooh
Don’t say a word, just go higher
Let the hate be the gas on your fire
Let them niggas know, they don’t really love you
They don’t really love you
They don’t really love you
Ain’t no genuine love, none, M-M-M
Verse 2: Rick Ross
Come and sit at the table, boy, you better say a prayer
Gave my word to my niggas, so you gotta play it fair
Shots fired, niggas duckin’, so motherfuck the money
Lights flash, I give my last for anyone who love me
Huh
Take a page of the Bible, pray your cup, it overflow
Once they made me an idol, slay ‘em with some other flows
Once they gave me the title, time to buy another Rolls
Once I aim at my rival, boy, I took his mama soul
Ain’t no love in the game, you better get a gun and hold
Co-defendant snitchin’, indictment in the envelope
Free Slime, he doin’ time because they done him wrong
Wish him well, let’s flip and sell until he gettin’ mail
I kept it real with my niggas and never got a hug
Shed a tear for my niggas and always called it love
I gave my last to your sister while she was on the run
And I still write you a letter and do that every month
Huh

Chorus: Meek Mill
They don’t really love you
Like they say they love you
Them niggas hate to love you
They can’t wait to judge you, body you and dump you
They don’t really love you
They don’t really love you
Like they say they love you
They don’t, they don’t
Them niggas hate to love you
Ooh
They can’t wait to judge, them niggas fakin’ love
They don’t really love you
Ooh
Don’t say a word, just observe
Look at they body language, they nervous
They don’t know what to do with you when you know purpose
Ooh
Don’t say a word, just go higher
Let the hate be the gas on your fire
Let them niggas know, they don’t really love you
They don’t really love you
They don’t really love you
Post-Chorus
But I won’t stop now
MMaybach Music

Outro
We good?

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Rick Ross, Meek Mill, Future – In Luv With The Money Lyrics

Rick Ross, Meek Mill, Future – In Luv With The Money ( Lyrics) Letra RickRossVEVO Rick Ross, Meek Mill, Future – In Luv With The Money ( Lyrics)
Bossed up
It’s too good to be true
The biggest
Huh

I’m in love with my money
I’m in love
I’m in love, yeah, I’m in love
I’m in love
I’m in love with my money
for real
I’m in love
I fell in love, I’m in love
I’m in love
I’m in love with my money
for real
I’m in love
I’m in love, I’m in love
I’m in love
I’m in love with my money
for real
I’m in love
I’m in love, I’m in love
I’m in love
I’m in love with my money

How you niggas wanna play this, we can keep it basic
Killin’ witnesses while out on bond and we beat the cases
Build the condo right on collins, but can’t become complacent
I’m the richest in the genre, and all my leaf is flagrant
Every day I’m livin’ larger, that can’t be debated
I got criminals and partners and all our secrets sacred
I got bitches like the bottles when I be out in vegas
uh
Ten million worth in diamonds, I feel so amazing
woo
Garage full of muscle cars, it’s like I’m vin diesel
boss
How the fuck he was your boss when he didn’t feed you?
How the fuck?
Robert smith numbers, ballin’ out and hustlin’
Ricky ross results, I need a [?]
woo

I’m in love with my money
I’m in love
I fell in love, I’m in love
I fell in love
I’m in love with my money
for real
I’m in love
I’m in love, I’m in love
I’m in love
I’m in love with my money
I’m in love
I’m in love, I’m in love
I’m in love
I’m in love with my money
for real
I’m in love
I’m in love, huh, I’m in love
I’m in love
I’m in love with my money
for real

Cauliflower the smoke, livin’ like I was sosa
Now it’s slippery soap, on the shelf and [?]
I consistently post, goin’ live from my sofa
Lamborghinis and bitches, ain’t no need for no chauffeurs
Niggas wanna do dishes, better give me some distance
uh
I’ma do you so dirty
ooh, can’t believe that I did this
ooh
Gucci luggage, I’m pimpin’
ooh, trust me, nigga, this pimpin’
ooh
I bought all of the straps
huh, john wick with the extensions
yes
You want facts or the fiction
facts, hundred million I spend it
facts
On the crib, it’s a privilege
ooh, yeah, my jet is for business
ooh
Double m is expensive
ooh, every brick is expensive
ooh
I’ma end with this sentence
huh, let my dogs out the kennels

I’m in love with my money
I’m in love
I’m in love, I’m in love
I’m in love
I’m in love with my money
for real
I’m in love
I’m in love, I’m in love
I’m in love
I’m in love with my money
for real
I’m in love
I’m in love, I’m in love
I’m in love
I’m in love with my money
for real
I’m in love
I’m in love, I’m in love
I’m in love
I’m in love with my money
for real
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Rick Ross, Meek Mill – Star Island Lyrics

Rick Ross, Meek Mill – Star Island ( Lyrics) Letra RickRossVEVO Rick Ross, Meek Mill – Star Island ( Lyrics)

Tell them niggas, “Get in line,” they ain’t got no money
None, brrt, brrt
Spent thirty-five million on my jet, nigga
Woo
Week later, spent another thirty-five million
Woah, double M
On a palace on motherfuckin’ Star Island

ATL Jacob, he a fuckin’ millionaire
Take notes, nigga
Huh

Life up easy
Lot, a lot of riders on it
A lot, ruckus
I play greasy
What?, it ain’t no plottin’ on me
No plottin’, brrt
She too easy, I told the bro to lob her for me
Throw that out
If I catch you cheatin’, I’ll buy you a watch, we probably gon’ rob you for it
A lot of money
A lot
You ain’t never countin’ no money ‘til you get tired of money
Woo
Totin’, runnin’ ‘round, right hand in the trenches with all my diamonds on me
Brrt
Homie a clown, get hit in his head, you see on fire on ‘em
Switchy on the pound, rip through his Louis felt like it’s fire on him, it’s hot
I’m with Ricky, me and my sticky
Boss
Right in the rear view, niggas tricky
I got twenty hoes right now, but only gon’ two ‘cause I’m picky
Pullin’ a Rolls-Royce through my old hood, it ain’t no way they could miss me
No way
She was on demon time, lil’ ho-ho
Huh, it ain’t no way she could kiss me
It ain’t no way
It ain’t no way
It ain’t no way
It ain’t no way
I just sniped a famous bitch and cut her like she OJ
She was tryna play with me, I’ma text her on her birthday
For what?
For what?
Just to ask her if she okay

Okay
Okay
Okay, okay
Okay, okay
Meek, I love it, nigga
I love it
I love it
I love it, yes
M-M-

Jokić and Murray, you know we determined
Sendin’ my shooters like a movie, I’m closin’ your curtains
Uh
Kobe and Shaq
Shaq, the bottles are black
Black
The nine inches to you bitches and all of you rats
Rat
Why you countin’ my pockets?
Pockets
Bitches DM my bitches
Bitches
IRS sheet been talkin’, real estate is extensive
Extensive
My money retarded
Ha, since you niggas is dummies
Dummy
And my label the largest
M-M-, I just came for the money
Brrt
I’m not dissin’ you niggas
Nah
I’m just tippin’ the killers
Biggest
We can share all the women
Woo
I’m not gettin’ no feelings
Hahaha
Africa to Nairobi
Nairobi
I got kids in the village
Village
Yes, they call me, “Don dada”
Don dada
Been through pain and they feel it
Uh
Put the hoes on a bus
Bus
We could jump on a jet
Jet
737, I’ma jump on the next
Hahaha
Them fake ass lab diamonds
Lab
Left a lump on your neck
Lab
I gave your bitch a double M, it ain’t none but baguettes
Baguettes

Yes, baguettes
It’s too good to be true
M-M-
They can’t believe we pulled it off, nigga
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Rick Ross, Meek Mill, Cool & Dre – Go To Hell Lyrics

Rick Ross, Meek Mill, Cool & Dre – Go To Hell ( Lyrics) ft. BEAM Letra RickRossVEVO Rick Ross, Meek Mill, Cool & Dre – Go To Hell ( Lyrics) ft. Intro: Rick Ross, Roland Orzabal & Curt Smith & Roland Orzabal
These are the things I can do without, come on
I’m talking to you, come on
Dope boy excellence
They gave you life—
Elevation, uh (Cool & Dre)
And in return, you gave—

Verse 1: Rick Ross
Big blunts, dope boys wanna smoke with me (Uh)
Now we ride double M’s through the whole city (Huh)
Niggas talkin’ down, but they hoes feel me
A nine figure nigga, all I wanna talk is business (Facts)
I seen a big mouth get a closed casket
Self made, took over the whole racket
A kilo after kilo, see who movе the most
Two hundred foot yacht, she wanna see thе coast (Woo)
You can’t be chasin’ money with the wrong approach (No)
Commas only comin’ once you got a coach (Huh)
I’m the Walt Frazier, that’s for all ages (Ha)
The Don Shula, shooter niggas, tall lasers (Brrt)
Bitch boys run to social media (Woo)
Rich nigga, name in Wikipedia (Boss)
If I fuck her once, she wanna fuck me twice (Huh)
All the real niggas clique up, let’s get rich tonight, uh
Chorus: BEAM
Only the real recognize real, I
Give me somethin’ I can feel so I know that it’s real, I
This bandemic infectious, bloody diamonds on this necklace
This bandemic infectious (Bloody diamonds on this necklace)

Verse 2: Meek Mill
Uh, I put fifty on her wrist to make her nastier
I’m doin’ numbers on these niggas, it ain’t no passin’ us
Bad bitch suckin’ it out me, Count Dracula
Whole gang with me on a twenty passenger
Kraft with us, at the table eatin’ crabs with us
Labels callin’ everyday to get some cash to us
‘Member they thought I wasn’t smart, they tried to laugh at us
But I still catch ‘em at the door like “Give them Pateks up” (Give that shit up)
Laugh now, cry later
Play it cool, slide later, I know I’m gon’ die later
On a corner, a four pound, two dollars, some Now and Laters
I’m a real life survivor, them people was tryna fade us
Lil’ shorty with me fine, she look like Sanaa Lathan
I don’t get her what she want and she turn into a crybaby
Bye baby, I be out of time, baby
If they catch us on a date, you blowin’ up like the bomb, baby
I made twenty mill’ last month, you better make up yo’ mind, baby
You can do anything you want, just don’t get out of line, baby
I’m doin’ anything I want, I’m havin’ lunch with Tom Brady
Talkin’ ‘bout his girl problems, I can’t lie, I related
Only real recognize the real
I was so deep up in the field, I know how he feel
I ain’t make it to the NFL, but shit, I’m Meek Mill
And every time they see me fail, shit, I prevail
Every time I rap, it sound like I’m talkin’ in gold and I’ll never sell my soul
Chorus: BEAM
Only the real recognize real, I
Give me somethin’ I can feel so I know that it’s real, I
This bandemic infectious, bloody diamonds on this necklace
This bandemic infectious (Bloody diamonds on this necklace)

Verse 3: Rick Ross
Uh, yes
My niggas got indicted, couple made it back (Uh)
Once you seen a hundred, then you made a stack (Yes)
I’m coppin’ real estate like I’m still slangin’ crack
I left Def Jam once I made the max (Woo)
Look at how I’m livin’, jugglin’ the raps
I told the record labels “You can keep the plaques” (Huh)
Choppers in the car, it ain’t no need for masks (Brrt)
I do it how I do it with my evil ass

Outro: BEAM
Maybach Music
Only the real recognize real, I
Give me somethin’ I can feel so I know that it’s real, I
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Rick Ross, Meek Mill, Vory, Fabolous – Dead Last Lyrics

Rick Ross, Meek Mill, Vory, Fabolous – Dead Last ( Lyrics) Letra RickRossVEVO Rick Ross, Meek Mill, Vory, Fabolous – Dead Last ( Lyrics)
Fuck love, I don’t need to give you my heart, though I’m bleedin’
And that shit you pulled that time, we ain’t gon’ talk on, neither
I’m super loyal, niggas cross me, I go off on people
And you wonder why I don’t call on people, nah, for real

Yeah, yeah
Over my dead body
Ain’t just “Fuck you,” it’s “Fuck everybody”
Niggas talk behind my back, I feel a way about it
It hurt me worse when I act like I don’t care about it
Pillow talkin’ to them hoes, and I’m aware about it
Oh yeah
Say my piece and I got nothing left to say about it
Oh yeah

Niggas talk behind my back, I’m aware about it
Acting like I don’t care about it
Never show my hand what they be saying ‘bout us
Never show the ‘Gram how we be playing ‘cause I don’t care about it
Choppa to the bully when we land, that choppa nearby us
Niggas be tryna stand by us, just to get they level up
He hit the baddest bitch he had in his life from standin’ next to us
I can’t even blame him, he get hype, he holdin’ his camera up
‘Cause I been really havin’ it my way, this shit for regulars
She fuckin’ niggas that’s regular
I had to cut her off, my money ain’t even regular
Can’t even fuck her raw
And she know how I’m comin’, she cum every time I fuck her hard
But every time I nut, it just be something I don’t trust at all
Fuck niggas they’ll try to treat me like the underdog
Till I pulled up on them in some shit like a 300 ball
Act like you don’t fuck with us, you know that we don’t fuck with y’all
And we can stand on that till when our mothers pull that cover off, pussy

Yeah, yeah
Over my dead body
Ain’t just “Fuck you,” it’s “Fuck everybody”
Niggas talk behind my back, I feel a way about it
It hurt me worse when I act like I don’t care about it
Pillow talkin’ to them hoes, and I’m aware about it
Oh yeah
Say my piece and I got nothing left to say about it

Uh, yes
Oh yeah
Teterboro, pretty girl, she want to see the world
Shed a tear, ready to kill, just give me the word
Read a lot, I say a prayer because it mean a lot
Killin’ niggas by landslide and never even out
Homicides all in my eyes as long as I’m alive
Berkin bags still full of hundreds, now let’s count ‘em out
Movin’ on, niggas, they will do you wrong
Wanna war? Lil’ boy, you better move your mom
Head shot, please Lord, forgive me when I air it out
Pay the killers to stay quiet, really say a lot
Dead and gone, if we brothers then we better bond
If I never said, “I love you,” I must’ve said it wrong
Selling dubs when we wasn’t sellin’ much
When we was, we gave each other Michael Rubin hugs
I may have let you beat me to a watch
But I never let you beat me to the top

Yeah, yeah
Over my dead body
Ain’t just “Fuck you,” it’s “Fuck everybody”
Niggas talk behind my back, I feel a way about it
It hurt me worse when I act like I don’t care about it
Pillow talkin’ to them hoes, and I’m aware about it
Oh yeah
Say my piece and I got nothing left to say about it
Oh yeah

Sometimes I wake up like, “Fuck everybody”
Every thotty that you always see in every party
Every nigga sleeping on me, talkin’ petty ‘bout me
I’m your worst nightmare, you’s a Freddy body
Little homie Serial, he on his seventh body
Be him on some shit, still like that new 7 body
I’ma ball till I fall, bitch can never guard me
Coming short, that ain’t no joke, and you can’t Kevin Hart me
Niggas think they ridin’ dirty, but they movin’ very sloppy
Got me out here on the north, this shit very oppy
Got me way up in the hills, signal very choppy
Pussy very wappy, got a nigga jewelry shopping
Scoop her in a sundae, in a cream whip, then she cherry top me
Then got right back to it, bitch could never stop me
I should not be taken lightly, I’m a heavy topic
And broke hoes always trippin’, but its never tropic
The Spanish mami say, “I like you talkin’ heavy, papi”
New Pharrell, Louie V with the leather floppy
Pull up to the valet with the engine revving, Papi
Tellin’ them, “Be easy, this a foreign, not a Chevy, papi”
Middle finger up like a Tupac picture
Middle finger up, up for who not with you

Yeah, yeah
Over my dead body
Ain’t just “Fuck you,” it’s “Fuck everybody”
Niggas talk behind my back, I feel a way about it
It hurt me worse when I act like I don’t care about it
Pillow talkin’ to them hoes, and I’m aware about it
Oh yeah
Say my piece and I got nothing left to say about it
Oh yeah
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Rick Ross, Meek Mill – Pillow Talk Lyrics

Rick Ross, Meek Mill – Pillow Talk ( Lyrics) Letra RickRossVEVO Rick Ross, Meek Mill – Pillow Talk ( Lyrics)
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang (Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
We got Glocks (Glocks) on Glocks (Glocks)
Blocks (Blocks) on blocks (Blocks)
We got hoes (Hoes) on hoes (Hoes)
We put thots on thots, gang

Verse 1: Meek Mill
None of my bitches is regular, none of them switches is regular, we put on them blicks
You gotta watch what you said it was, I’m playin’ chess on these niggas, I’m really equipped
Niggas cannot get ahead of us, floorin’ it side on the side , I’m really the shit
Spoke on my neighbor, he really bitch, if I speak in his tongue then it’s really a hit
Woah, that was a double play, youngin a savage and he tryna double back
I tell him, “Chill”, he want the funeral, he too for real
He tell me he want him dead, I’m in the field
Like I’m a runnin’ back, I’m tryna tell him that I’m really comin’ back
I’m with the Bully Boys, I’m really chillin’, well, he tryna kill ‘em boys, I’m tryna, ah
I’m tellin’ killers that I want my money back
Niggas that owe me, I don’t even want it back
Niggas they know me, I never been pussy
You act like I’m pussy, I’m gettin’ in front of that
Threw me that pussy, I’m gettin’ in front of that (Five in the front)
I was tryin’ out that mop, that lil’ shawty was tellin’ me, “Come in there, oh no, like where is the rubber and rose gold?”
Van Cleefs all my freaks (Van Cleefs)
Chanel on all my hoes (Woah)
Buss down all my sons (Yeah)
AP all my bros
Chorus: Meek Mill
Let’s eat (Let’s eat), let’s eat (Let’s eat)
Let’s eat (Chow down), let’s eat (Chow down)

Verse 2: Meek Mill
I get to your counted release (Release)
We tryin’ that paper for lease (Chow down)
I feel like a dime, I pull up to Swan
The top down when I’m whippin’ her down
Glock down, I won’t really respond
The opps down, I ain’t really town
Not really around, I feel like a circle
Get them bitches, I’m bendin’ ‘em down
They really be clowns, these niggas is Urkles
When we catch ‘em, we strippin’ ‘em down

Chorus: Meek Mill & Rick Ross
Let’s eat, let’s eat, let’s eat, let’s eat
Let’s eat, let’s eat, let’s eat, let’s eat
Let’s eat (Richie Ravioli), let’s eat (Let’s eat)
Let’s eat (Chow down), let’s eat (Chow down)
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang (Huh, Maybach Music)

Verse 3: Rick Ross
Diamonds drippin’, killer steppin’, never come with confession (Never)
Call of Duty, all my shooters know to follow directions (Han)
Cars are garage kept (Yes), shootout’s a contest (Yes)
So place a bomb bet (Yes), you haven’t won yet? (Never)
We thick on our corners (Ha), come and get a small bonus (Get it)
This what you call moments, pillow talkin’ informant (Rat)
Catch you flyin’ your bonnet (Rat), time to pay more than hommage (Rat)
Want us all in confinement (Rat), but that’s not the assignment (Rat)
Real estate is invested (Han), got ten mill’ on my necklace (What?)
All my niggas get money (Nigga), success just so infectious (Nigga)
Had some road in my drop (Drop), but I do my stocks (Big glass)
Shy away from the stocks (Han), hands on with the blocks
Got the pistols with switches but gave my hitters permission (Facts)
If you hood and you snitchin’ (Facts), time to start a petition (Facts)
It’s too good to be true (True), it’s to good to be you (Nigga)
Got a spa on the jet (Woo), so send a masseuse
Chorus: Meek Mill & Rick Ross
Let’s eat (Let’s eat), let’s eat (Let’s eat)
Let’s eat (Chow down), let’s eat (Chow down)
I get to your counted release (Release)
We tryin’ that paper for lease
Let’s eat (Let’s eat), let’s eat (Let’s eat)
Let’s eat (Chow down), let’s eat
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang (Chow down)

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Rick Ross, Meek Mill, Vory – Grandiose Lyrics

Rick Ross, Meek Mill, Vory – Grandiose ( Lyrics) Letra RickRossVEVO Rick Ross, Meek Mill, Vory – Grandiose ( Lyrics)
Intro: Vory
Hey

Chorus: Vory, Meek Mill, Vory & Meek Mill
Ayy, two bad bitches in the club tryna go up, just wanna go both ways
Ayy, I gave lil’ mama a dub, afraid that you know her, I will not say no names
Know that she came with y’all, she leavin’ with us, and nigga, that’s okay
Okay, okay, okay
Nigga, that’s okay

Verse 1: Meek Mill
She know and it’s fat, okay, she makin’ it clap
I get to that paper, I’m spendin’, I’m savin’, as soon as I wake up, I’m makin’ it back
She wanna fuck with me bad, I’m knowin’ it
I’m tryna make her relax
Pull out that foreign you around me, it’s over with
Give a fuck if you makin’ it snap
Walk right in the club, go straight to the back
Gave shorty a dub, and they made her attack
One time, I fucked her, I told her I love her, I woke up and text her, “I’m takin’ it back”
Jheeze, I keep bad bitches on they knees
They goin’ savage if I say, “Please”
None of my bitches is average, they tee’d
I’m gettin’ yucked up in the back of the V
Mixed with the 12, spittin’ out fire and givin’ them hell
These niggas be hatin’, my wrist is on water
Shit, I’m just surprised they ain’t wishin’ me well
I had put a lil’ Patek on shorty ‘cause when I did time, she was sendin’ me mail
Chorus: Vory
Ayy, two bad bitches in the club tryna go up, just wanna go both ways
Ayy, I gave lil’ mama a dub, afraid that you know her, I will not say no names
Know that she came with y’all, she leavin’ with us, and nigga, that’s okay

Verse 2: Rick Ross & 21 Savage
Bal Harbour with my drop top, laughin’ niggas like, “Haha”
Rich nigga don’t walk fast, we courtside, few high fives
Bad bitch, low income, I fix that, and then some
My young boy be (21)
Got a big stick, might limp somethin’
Bad bitch be dumbfound
Her friends wanna come around
Black bottles, that’s one round
In the night with gun sounds
Grandiose my repertoire
Car show, I set the bar
Sidestep that fed charge
Free Slime, all red cars
Grandiose, I define
Money pile be knee high
Unannounced, we pop up, count six mill like three time
Unannounced, we pop up, count six mill like three time
Money pile be knee high, money pile be knee high

Chorus: Vory
Ayy, two bad bitches in the club tryna go up, just wanna go both ways
Ayy, I gave lil’ mama a dub, afraid that you know her, I will not say no names
Know that she came with y’all, she leavin’ with us, and nigga, that’s okay
Nigga, that’s okay
Outro
Maybach Music

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Rick Ross, Meek Mill, Teyana Taylor, DJ Khaled – Above The Law Lyrics

Rick Ross, Meek Mill, Teyana Taylor, DJ Khaled – Above The Law ( Lyrics) Letra RickRossVEVO Rick Ross, Meek Mill, Teyana Taylor, DJ Khaled – Above The Law ( Lyrics)
Intro: DJ Khaled
Rozay, Meek Milly and Billy
Too Good To Be True
Another One
Maybach Music

Chorus: Teyana Taylor
I’m so high, cheers to the sky
I come alive in the night
Them flashin’ red and blue lights
They watchin’, waitin’ on a shootin’ star
But ain’t no stoppin’ the untouchables
We above the law
We above the law
We above the law
Verse 1: Meek Mill
Demons in my cell, it’s just me, all alone
Takin’ everythin’ to trial, nigga, we goin’ home
I was taught by OGs to never speak on the phone
So postin’ guns on the internet, we don’t condone
It’s like snitchin’ on yoursеlf
Doin’ crimes on the camera, you likе a witness to yourself
This new Louis came from Virgil, this white drippin’ on my belt
For all them times was in them trenches, had to whip it up myself
Try and get it back, nigga, we gon’ let it stack (Stack)
Never pullin’ over for the law in a pack (Pack)
I remember times sellin’ dimes to get a check
Nowadays, the only time we doin’ time is a Patek
Run my check, nigga

Chorus: Teyana Taylor & Rick Ross
I’m so high, cheers to the sky
I come alive in the night
Them flashin’ red and blue lights
They watchin’, waitin’ on a shootin’ star
But ain’t no stoppin’ the untouchables
We above the law
We above the law (It’s too good, yo)
We above the law

Verse 2: Rick Ross
Ten million worth of jewels in my interviews
Only made dude, livin’ in the Shaderoom (Biggest)
I can see it in him, but I wouldn’t say it to him
Or I can give it to him, did it in a day or two (Brrt)
Go to Club E11VEN in the daytime (Huh)
Still duckin’ 9-11 for the K9
Quick to take her shoppin’ with my play time
And I always fuck her to the bassline (Biggest)
Me and Meek, nigga, we the dream team (M-M-M)
Murder niggas on Christmas Eve team
I see you lil’ niggas with your Submariners
You know I’m fuckin’ your bitch, I’m so careless
On the big black jet, we off to Paris
It’s too good to be true, it’s like a marriage
Me and just the money ‘til the day I die (Die)
Started with the envelopes and now our ceilings high, high
Interlude: DJ Khaled
While you haters countin’ us out, we countin’ it up
One billion, two billion, three billion, four
(M-M-Maybach Music)

Verse 3: Meek Mill
Cops yellin’ “Freeze”, I held my wrist up
All this ice, he probably freeze tryna frisk us
I’m with this bitch from Belize, look like a princess
Doin’ two-hundred in the Lamb’, gettin dick sucks
You talkin’ to the Rolex rockin’, G5 flyin’
Say he on, it’s no cap, he ain’t lyin’
I don’t think they made no jets that we ain’t fly in
I don’t think they made bad bitches that we ain’t dive in
Sittin’ on the paper, aggravatin’ the haters
Ballin’ like Kawhi, LeBron, Clippers and Lakers
Judge tried to send me to jail, did me a favor
Forty mill’ strong, I’m on a year later, thank you, haha

Chorus: Teyana Taylor
I’m so high, cheers to the sky
I come alive in the night
Them flashin’ red and blue lights
They watchin’, waitin’ on a shootin’ star
But ain’t no stoppin’ the untouchables
We above the law
We above the law
We above the law

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Rick Ross, Meek Mill, Jeremih – Gold Medals Lyrics

Rick Ross, Meek Mill, Jeremih – Gold Medals ( Lyrics) Letra RickRossVEVO Rick Ross, Meek Mill, Jeremih – Gold Medals ( Lyrics)
Chorus: Jeremih & Meek Mill
Don’t ever let no man try to tell you what your place is (No)
Ain’t gotta change about you, swear, that don’t make sense (BongoByTheWay)
The baddest, you already the baddest (You the baddest)
Do damage, love the way you do damage (You do damage)
Do that shit, love the way you do that shit, yeah, yeah (Do, do it)
The baddest, you already the baddest (You the baddest)
Do damage, love the way you do damage (You do damage)
Do that shit, love the way you do that shit, yeah, yеah (Yeah, uh)
(Maybach Music)
Verse 1: Meek Mill
We was in Miami when I fuckеd you on the balcony
It was hittin’ so good, it made me put you on a salary
Takin’ all your time, I know your new niggas be tired of me
I got you actin’ allergic to these people, now you got allergies
I blessed you, ain’t no probably, I let you come and slide with me
Like Six Flags, this ain’t first class or economy
This big bag, on a big jet
Right beside me, got your mama and your auntie and them
Thinkin’ you hit the lottery like throw that shit, throw that shit, she throwin’ it
Ass fat, she showin’ it, she the baddest, knowin’ it
And I’m super savage, when you fuck me, put some ho in it
When he asks you what your place is, just tell him that’s it’s over with, for real, you and me

Chorus: Jeremih
Don’t ever let no man try to tell you what your place is (No)
Ain’t gotta change about you, swear, that don’t make sense
The baddest, you already the baddest (You the baddest)
Do damage, love the way you do damage (You do damage)
Do that shit, love the way you do that shit, yeah, yeah

Verse 2: Rick Ross
You got the Richard Millie with the flooded dial
The most from out of town, they even know your style
OnlyFans is just to hold them down
Our romances on our own account, han
Mark Cuban, I live most of this rap shit (Yes)
I resort to sellin’ dust, talkin’ backflips (Yes)
My ambition, a potential, you call it urgency (Woo)
R.I.P. to Juice WRLD, he had the world to see (Woo)
I’m rollin’ up the weed, she bumpin’ Trippie Redd (Uh)
Before we go to eat, she know to give me head (Uh)
I know we in a league, competin’ by ourselves (Biggest)
I’m the only one you need, them other niggas failed
You’re not his first bitch I fucked either, baby
Chorus: Jeremih
Don’t ever let no man try to tell you what your place is (No)
Ain’t gotta change about you, swear, that don’t make sense
The baddest, you already the baddest (You the baddest)
Do damage, love the way you do damage (You do damage)
Do that shit, love the way you do that shit, yeah, yeah (Do, do it)
The baddest, you already the baddest (You the baddest)
Do damage, love the way you do damage (You do damage)
Do that shit, love the way you do that shit, yeah, yeah

Post-Chorus: Jeremih
Do that shit (Don’t), do that
Do that shit, yeah, do that
Do that shit, yeah, do that
Do that shit, yeah

Verse 3: Rick Ross
Sit you on the top, I love to watch you levitate
Lick you from the bottom to the top and every way
Eyes closed, let me describe to you just how you taste
Put them diamonds on your neck and drape ‘em ‘round your waist
Road to riches, I could tell you that’s a bumpy road
Every pair of heels, that’s just to make you touch your toes
When I fuck you on the beach, I’m tryna touch your soul
Birthday sex, that’s only when I fuck you slow
I done shared a lot, bitch, you can get the most
I prepared the pot, so now let’s make a toast
No longer just my bitch, it’s time to take an oath
I’ve been watchin’ Jay and Bey and I’ve been takin’ notes
Real talk, Biggest, uh
Chorus: Jeremih
Don’t ever let no man try to tell you what your place is (No)
Ain’t gotta change about you, swear, that don’t make sense
The baddest, you already the baddest (You the baddest)
Do damage, love the way you do damage (You do damage)
Do that shit, love the way you do that shit, yeah, yeah

Post-Chorus: Jeremih
Do that shit (Don’t), do that
Do that shit, yeah, do that
Do that shit, yeah, do that
Do that shit, yeah
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