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Published on May 22, 2012
Lyrics courtesy of Rap Genius
[Meek Mill] I just wanna thank God For all the pretty women he let into my life All the Benjamins you let me count Wealth and health For my family And lettin' me ball on these niggas
[Hook: Meek Mill] Now there's a lot of bad bitches in the building (Amen) A couple real niggas in the building (Amen) I'm finna kill niggas in the building (Amen) I tell the waiter fifty bottles and she tell me say when And I say church (Preach) We make it light up like a church (Preach) She wanna fuck and I say church (Preach) Do Liv on Sunday like a church (Preach)
[Verse 1: Meek Mill] Bottle after bottle, drink until I overdose Pull up in the Phantom watch them bitches catch the Holy Ghost Errtime I step up in the dealer I be goin' broke Shorty wanna fuck me I say get on top and roller coast And I lay back, she go cray, fuck me good, but she no stay Murder on that pussy let her boyfriend get that DOA Get it? And all I get is Frito Lay Plus I'm on probation, when they test me I just pee Rozay Cause last night, I went hard, Peach Ciroc, Patron and all Thirty racks on mad 'em bottles, I think I was born to ball Lookin' like a million plus, fresh I'm out that corner store Hater I be doin' me, you guys should be doin' y'all I'm stackin' money to the ceiling All this ice that's in my Rollie I be chillin' And I just made a couple million So I could take care of them children, let's go
[Verse 2: Drake] Just bought my niggas some cane, so much it came with a plane Bought my niggas some dope, so much it came with a boat I just bought me a crib so big it came with a moat For niggas jumping the fence I hope you niggas can float And I just hope that I'm forgiven for carin' 'bout how they livin' And loanin a little money and keepin' 'em out of prison I ain't lyin' in my verses I'm just telling you the basics Of growin' up with your friends and becoming the one that made it, yes lord! All gold, man I got these bitches sold Talkin' bout these other rappers getting old is even getting old Worrying about your followers, you need to get your dollars up Me and Meek, young niggas poppin' like our collars up And good ain't good enough, and your hood ain't hood enough Spent my whole life putting on, you spend your whole life putting up Ain't no telling when I go, so there ain't shit that I'mma wait for I'm the type to say a prayer, then go get what I just prayed for
[Verse 3: Meek Mill and Jeremih] Lord forgive me for my sins, I'm just tryna win and shit Devil in a dress but if she knock I let her in And if she knock I let her in I have her wet by 12 o' clock, then 3 o' clock she wet again I'm screaming Oh Lord, that pussy good, that pussy good I'm tryna hold on, I wish I could, you think I should She got that million dollar body, shorty my Bugatti And she said she got a man, we keep it secret illuminati (Got Patron on deck) And Ciroc all in my bottle (Push it all on her) She was on that Reposado (She take it all off) And I think I'll rep Serato In this bitch I'm spending like I hit the lotto cause it's a lot of...