THE TRILLEST
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(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!
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