Meek Mill

Meek Mill - The Get Back (Freestyle) lyrics

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(Hook)

The money turned me into a monsta

The money turned my noodles into pasta

The money turned my tuna into lobsta

They want to do me I'mma do it like a mobsta

(Verse)

4am I'm on the north side of Philly

Ridin' around like these hatas don't want to kill me

It's a shame how they hate on me ya got to feel me

I started out with a dollar & got a mili

I'm like do it for the gram ho, do it for the gram ho

She don't want to bust it I say do it for them bands yo

I say do it for them bands fuckin' with that broke nigga ya should do it for yo man

Lately I've been on the low with a ho that ya probably know

Took 'er to the crib & met mama right at the door

Mama started smilin' like mama I got to go

I done took so many trophies that my mama mine mighta known it

I said a real nigga, I get that money pay them bills nigga

My mama told me ya a real nigga

& I be hangin' with them real killas

Now what a feelin' when ya lookin' at the latest whippin' knowin' ya can cop it

Or lookin' at the baddest bitch & knowin' ya could pop it

The youngest nigga in my city doin' it I got it

On anotha level with Benjamin & money is the topic lord

(Hook)

The money turned me into a monsta

The money turned my noodles into pasta

The money turned my tuna into lobsta

They want to do me I'mma do it like a mobsta

I put my jeweler on his feet

100 thou' I used to do that every week

Neva sleep its funny how I neva speak

Ya see a foreign in my city that was me

(Verse 2)

That was us, neva sweet, we went to war niggas ridin' down the street

Poppin' that pistol they talkin' they neva did

Droppin' the nickel with something that neva cease

I've been sittin' on that money like a chair

I've been gettin' to that money all year

All year & my niggas all here

& we started from the bottom we was sellin' hard squares

Baddest bitch in the game wearin' my chain I'm ready

Switchin' lanes in that Mulsanne like I'm Andretti

I do the Balmain Balenciaga no Giuseppe

If they sleep on Meek Milly I kill these niggas like I was Freddy

I eat that pussy like a monsta

She gon' ride this dick she gon' need a sponsor

Ya could tell I feel it from my posture

& we be whippin' coca like its pasta

I be on money, two milly four milly no I need mo' money

I get that see-a-bad-bitch-and-be-like-how-ya-doin' money

They like how ya doin' honey oh

(Hook)

The money turned me into a monsta

The money turned my noodles into pasta

The money turned my tuna into lobsta

They want to do me I'mma do it like a mobsta

I put my jeweler on his feet

100 thou' I used to do that every week

Neva sleep its funny how I neva speak

Ya see a foreign in my city that was me

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