Meek Mill

Meek Mill - Dreams Are Worth More Than Money lyrics

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Come on, let's get it

Yeah, nigga, my album coming

(Asap rocky ghetto symphony - intrumental begins)

Dreams worth more than money nigga

This muthafuckin' summer

I been gettin' so much muhfuckin' $, nigga

Fuckin all these bitches

I think I done took a year off

Still snapping tho

A lot of niggas fallin off, we ain't doing nothin but gettin' stronger, nigga

New deals, new money, double M G Dreamchaser

Let's get it!


My man got booked wit a stone of white

If they make his bail a mil, he comin' home tonight

I went from standin' on them corners, jumpin' on them flights

Talkin' jumpin' out of Bentleys, jumpin' on them bikes

Middle of the jungle no strap, ice on

Niggas pussy in the dark, let's turn them lights on

I used to sleep on the same floors the mice on

Now it's Italian marble, moon walkin' like Mike doin'

Rest in peace to Mike, I rest in peace the mic

I pop a couple percs, I drink that Easter Sprite

Its levels to this shit, dog ya won't believe my life

Peanut butter jelly on a french toast, eating right

Champagne garglin', everythin' is marvelous

62' Maybach, I can barely park the shit

Got these rappers scared see em' shakin' like it's Parkinsons

If they said my name they got flamed, I'm the arsonist

A man don't eat he gonna starve, a man gonna starve he gonna die

I know that they gonna try, that's why I stay strapped wit a brand new mac and it's 45

So when they jump fast, betta whistle like offsides

Cuz I'm from Philly, we'll eat yo cheese steak

I told Diddy, I ain't walkin' fo' no cheesecake

Cuz the jeweller makin' the band wit the freeze face

I'm on now, I got neighbors like in three states

(Verse 2)

Do it fo' the vine, I ain't gonna do it

Lets talk about the time when I use to go thru it

Nappy ass braids, wit the cold shooters

We was playin' wit razors befo they had the little scooters

Shit I walked in wit my Pumas on, ya ain't even know it

These a million dolla pair of sneakers nigga, ya ain't even know it

Said Reebok dropped Ross, we ain't even know it

Cuz he went and brought that Bentley Breitling, he ain't even show it

At 21 I wanted to pop a bottle

At 22 I wanted the hottest model

At 23 I wanted the Rolls-Royce

So what ya think I did, I went and fucking got it

I hit my hood, niggas lookin' fuckin' sour

They see me rollin' and I be like ya fuckin' coward

I just want to ball, spendin' the quarter on y'all

Just take a look at my car, ya don't remember I starved

I want it all

Back in the day, packin' the kay

All that hate I made that go away

I do ya dirty go ya back to the A

Put in the verse like that Mac hit ya face

And Philly nigga, I'm mac in the bay

I'm off beat still killin' shit, I'm speakin' all street still killin' shit

Hurricane the first week, I still killed the shit

Intro been out like a year and I'm still killin shit

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