Meek Mill - THE TRILLEST lyrics
rate me(Hook)
Was the money good?
Was em bitches bad? Was they fucking 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 erry night they applaud for the trillest
(Verse)
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, doin' too many bids
Too many bids, judge gave 'em kids too many years
As soon as ya get that money, that's as soon they appear
Assumin' ya 'em owe somethin', they assumin' 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 sayin' when ya make money it make ya change
Like four quarters, the fourth quarter, I make a lane
Shit, I had to walk for it they talking 'bout taking' trains
And taking planes, I put the work in and made the name
But the question is
(Hook)
(Verse 2: Meek Mill)
I neva 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 ya see my shit
Cuz I earned that, it's on me, Imma keep my shit
I got blood on my money, ether in my soul
Do ya know the feelin' during Easter with no clothes?
Now it's stars in the ceilin', bringin' ether out the Rolls
With the curtains on the windows, I'm just peeking at my goals
Money made me iller, already was realer
Young kings killing young kings ova 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
When we get some paper, we cop Prezis and ride rim
Twenty inch rims for the dope boy
Selling that coke boy, trapping on yo 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 want to go to class, we was selling coke raw
The principal was copping too, hit him with a snowball
(Hook)
(Verse 3: Meek Mill)
Looking for the intro
I was at the dealer looking for anotha Benzo
Matchin' 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 talking, I get low
Do my thing, they jump back, know how that shit go
And they say I'm arrogant
I'm still eating steak with the asparagus
When I get that money like I married it
One milly, two milly, three milly, buried it
Since they say I'm underground, I run that bitch like Harriet
Rolls Royce pushing real slow like a chariot
Pull up on them niggas that doubted me, shit embarrassing
I'mma real nigga with money, neva cherish it
Ya a fake niggas with money, it's no comparison
Told me that I couldn't get signed when I was rapping it
And told me I couldn't do songs when I was battling
They told me that I couldn’t be trapper, I started trapping it
Neva 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
Couple niggas dropped on Twitter, they say they back again
Couple months later on Twitter they say us laxative
Shitted on 'em, Nicki voice, did it on 'em Benjamins
Plently of 'em Benjamins, semi on him and he on a
Whole 'notha level from before now
Tell my niggas when I see a hundred mil its goin' 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
Erry time I hit the booth, microphone torn down
We couldn't get a pair of Pumas, we up in the store now, bitches!
