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Meek

Was the money good?
Was em bitches bad? Was they fuckin' good
Did your hood show you love? Did the hoes say
you fly
If your friends say you're loyal, throw your rollies
in the sky
For the trillest, for the trillest
As the champagne pours and the campaign roars
And the lights shine bright every night they
applaud for the trillest
See my momma cry too many tears
And we been broke like too many years
It ain't too many kids, a couple homies, there
ain't too many there
And they all gotta eat, they got too many kids
To many kids with no fathers, doing too many
bids
Too many bids, judge gave 'em kids too many
years
As soon as you get that money, that's as soon
they appear
Sue me, you owe something, they assuming you'll
share
And yeah, I've been losin' touch with my family, it
ain't the same
I should've gave my sister some money, but I
made it rain
I should've hit the crib with my son and played a
game
But instead I ended up at the jeweller to make a
chain
It's a sad saying when you make money it make
you change
Like four quarters, the fourth quarter, I make a
lane
Shit, I had to walk forward they talkin' 'bout takin'
trains
And takin' planes, I put the work in and made the
name
But the question is
Was the money good?
Was them bitches bad? Was they fuckin' good?
Did your hood show you love? Did the hoes say
you fly?
If your friends say you're loyal, throw your rollies
in the sky
For the trillest, for the trillest
As the champagne pours and the campaign roars
And the lights shine bright every night they
applaud for the trillest
I never wanted to be like Mike, I wanted to be like
Mitch
Now all the lil niggas wanna be like this
I wear my chain in any city, let you see my shit
Cause I earned that, it's on me, I'mma keep my
shit
I got blood on my money, ether in my soul
Do you know the feeling durin' Easter with no
clothes?
Now it's stars in the ceiling, bringing ether out
the rose
With the curtains on the windows, I'm just peekin'
at my ghost
Money made me iller, already was realer
Young kings killin' young kings over skrilla
That's why I ride around mac on me like I was
Miller
Or Reggie when I shoot for that three
They drop fetty, that's good money
Come to my city, we talk heavy and die young
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When we get some paper, we cop Prezis and ride
rim
20 inch rims for the dope boy
Sellin' that coke boy, trappin' on your note boy
Got that buy it all money, fuck I need a note for!?
In them school hallways, 'fuck I need a note for!?'
We ain't wanna go to class, we was sellin' coke
raw
The principal was coppin' too, hit him with a
snowball
Was the money good?
Was them bitches bad? Was they fuckin' good?
Did your hood show you love? Did the hoes say
you fly?
If your friends say you're loyal, throw your rollies
in the sky
For the trillest, for the trillest
As the champagne pours and the campaign roars
And the lights shine bright every night they
applaud for the trillest
Lookin' for the intro
I was at the dealer lookin' for another Benzo
Matching kicks with my Kenzo, young nigga
Heart of a lion, hungry as hippo
When I was on my last, nobody ain't tell me shit
though
Flow slicker than Crisco, niggas talkin', I get low
Do my thing, they jump back, know how that shit
go
And they say I'm arrogant
I'm still eatin' steak with the asparagus
When I get that money like I married it
1 milly, 2 milly, 3 milly, buried it
Since they say I'm underground, I run that bitch
like Harriet
Rolls Royce pushin' real slow like a chariot
Pull up on them niggas that doubted me, shit
embarrassin'
I'mma real nigga with money, never cherish it
You a fake niggas with money, it's no comparison
Told me that I couldn't get signed when I was
rappin' it
And told me I couldn't do songs when I was
battlin'
They told me that I couldn't be trapper, I started
trapping' it
Never listen to 'em, oh well, shit is immaculate
I'mma just go sit up in this Bach again
Smoke the weed and laugh at them
Make a couple million by accident
back again
laxative
Shitted on 'em, Nicki voice, did it on 'em
Benjamins
Plently of 'em Benjamins, semi on him and he on
Whole 'nother level from before now
Tell my niggas when I see a hundred mil its going
down
When I made my first mil, I was like 'it's on now'
Then I made my second mil, money on the floor
now
Then I made my third mil, I'm like 'I need more
now
I got in my zone and that money started pouring
down
Every time I hit the booth, microphone torn down
We couldn't get a pair of Pumas, we up in the
store now, bitches!