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Rick Ross, Meek Mill – Million Dollar Trap ( Lyrics) Letra RickRossVEVO Rick Ross, Meek Mill – Million Dollar Trap ( Lyrics)
Intro : Meek Mill & Future
Back drawin’ again
ATL Jacob, he a fuckin’ millionnaire

Chorus: Meek Mill
Party at the penthouse
Tell them hoes, “If you ain’t fuckin’, y’all gotta get out”
Yeah
Ownership, this ain’t no rent out
We ain’t flashin’ no guns
These niggas gon’ die, we pull that stick out
Verse 1: Meek Mill
I ain’t tryna throw no ones, tryin’ to take a bitch home, and pay her rent out
Nigga ain’t really nobody, you turn into a body if I put a hit out
Twin bad bitches in a lobby waitin’ for me, I gotta slip out
Heavenly shit on my body, I’m like a virgin who ain’t been out
Godly
Shorty had surprised me, she said she wanted molly
I keep on swipin’ this black card, they keep on checkin’ my ID
Most these niggas, they act hard, ‘til shit turn to a robbery
Got real shooters in my backyard and rain things like Kyrie, okay
One of my hoes wanted bread for some water, I sent her to Bali
My hood lil’ bitch ain’t never seen nothin’, get happy when we go to Hibachis
Tracker on the car, I move so quick, so fast they can’t even find me
Back on your door, got Southside henchmen that’s with me, get real, real slimey
Huh, I’ma give these niggas somethin’ they can talk about, okay
My young nigga put on ‘levens just to walk ‘em down, okay
Once you say it’s up, it’s nothin’ we can talk about, no way
If he hate too much, or pose a threat, I tell my young boys, “Spray”

Chorus: Meek Mill & Rick Ross
Party at the penthouse
Tell them hoes, “If you ain’t fuckin’, y’all gotta get out”
Yeah
Ownership, this ain’t no rent out (Biggest)
We ain’t flashin’ no guns
These niggas gon’ die, we pull that stick out (Han)
Verse 2: Rick Ross
Break the lab, walk in the jeweler just to pick up bags
Caught a feelin’ and spent a million on your fickle ass
In the bed, I’m gettin’ head with my pen and pad
Winnipeg, arm and a leg when in my candy rag
Seated throne, I feel at home with my Nia Long (Yes)
Smell like money when you around me, so it’s free cologne
Rich as fuck, to keep it real, bitch, I need some more (More)
Friend or foe, the way I’m movin’, will I live to know? (Know)
Am I pinnacle? No (No)
Am I cynical? Yes (Yes)
Am I swimmin’ in dope? (Dope)
Can you get it for less? (Less)
It’s too good to be true (True), word, so call me collect (Yes)
Hoes in Coconut Grove, I like callin’ for sex
Biggest

Chorus: Meek Mill
Party at the penthouse
Tell them hoes, “If you ain’t fuckin’, y’all gotta get out”
Yeah
Ownership, this ain’t no rent out
We ain’t flashin’ no guns
These niggas gon’ die, we pull that stick out
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Rick Ross, Meek Mill – Iconic ( Lyrics) Letra RickRossVEVO Rick Ross, Meek Mill – Iconic ( Lyrics)
Intro: Rick Ross
Sippin’ Luc Belaire
Smokin’ on this high tolerance
Nothin’ but the finest flowers
Please, believe it, yo
Yo (Maybach Music)

Verse 1: Rick Ross
Never look at pussy from a bitches point of view
It’s us against the world, you got me in your corner, boo
I’m gettin’ money, I can go and buy a bitch a body
Mind over matter, so she bought the Maserati
Apartment in the city, rule one, I’m in the city
I ain’t gotta tweet it all, my niggas know I’m with it
Car show king (King), cop those things (Things)
Her Gucci bag tote (Woo), that’s ‘bout four G’s (Damn)
Beard gang state (Boss), gold chains swing
Ass shots heavy, high heels mean
Airplanes loaded (Ooh), valet the Lotus (Ooh)
In the pool notice (Ooh), yeah, that nigga roguish
Balenciaga smell, LV totes (Totes)
Donald Trump taps (Woo), smell kilos (You see it?)
Giuliani next (Haha), Renzel wrote it
HT grow it or I won’t smoke it (Nigga)
LV luggage (Biggest), shorty so rugged
Concealed weapon permit, ‘cause she know I’m thuggin’ (Yeah)
Watch my back, ‘cause you know I got yours (I got you)
Collins Ave shoppin’, how we moppin’ them stores
Drop top coupes (Coupes), stop by Snoop’s (Snoop), icon weed (Weed)
I got juice (I got it), gold presidential (I got it)
Full time masseuse (I got it), banker wear suits (I got it), money like Maloofs (I got it)
Verse 2: Meek Mill & Rick Ross
Milly on my neck, got lil’ shorty out her body
Met her in Atlanta, but I fucked in Abu Dhabi
Bully in the driveway, choppas in the lobby
Stretchin’ out some baddies, like I signed up for pilates
Doin’ karate in a Lamb’ chop
My son like three and he keep askin’ ‘bout his grand pop
Leave it up to me, I’ll be SP with all these damn shots
Dead opps, red dots, givin’ out headshots
And I fear not, deep in them trenches, hold my head high
And me and my niggas don’t beef ‘bout bitches, ‘cause we share thots
And a lot of shit don’t be my business but I hear a lot
My youngin killed my other youngin, I’m in a weird spot (Ooh)
These niggas tryna be on the ‘Gram, they ain’t tryna share a cot
I came up trappin’, sellin’ grams, but now I share stocks (Nigga)
I’m from the bottom, if that’s my man, shit, I’ll share a watch
I’ll share a chain (We did it) ‘cause that’s the life, forget we wasn’t lit, we used to share flings (We did it)
She gon’ give me toppy in the Maybach to the airplane (Huh)
If she do it sloppy, get a AP and some earrings
Jewelry be so loud, you come around me, probably hear things (Haha)
We caught them same cases niggas caught, never said things (Never)
Mansion with the pool (Woo), I ain’t never swim (Nigga)
Sold Ross the mansion in the A, I never been (Facts)
Buttons on the tools (Woo), fuck ‘em let ‘em spin
Mama told me, “If you go to war, you better win”, woah
Verse 3: Rick Ross
LV luggage (Uh), shorty so rugged (What?)
Heavy Fashion Nova (Nigga), I’m so gutta
Vegas for the fights (Fights), heavy on the ice (Ice)
All the flights chartered and we rollin’ dice (Yee)
Menages in the pool, the pool on the roof (Roof)
I hit her in my Nikes like your boy was playin’ hoops
Double M a cult, seated on Revolt (Revolt)
Diddy by my side, I got shooters and they scopes
Such a paradox comin’ from one pair of socks
Lesson number one is that you never call the cops (Uh)
Somebody gotta bleed (Bleed), somebody wipe they eyes (Eyes)
You never cry out loud (Never) some things you keep inside (Yes)
Some things you keep inside
Some things you keep inside, han
Boss

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