MEEK MILLZ - Fuck Bitches, Get Money lyrics

rate me

I said I'm cooler than a fan fresh like it's easter

Pull up a bitch she be like osta la vister

Heser thought dats what they all say skeezers

I just fucked her yesterday homie you can keep her

Believe her

I don't do nothin I'm a ball

I'm a stand up nigga

I jump up everytime I fall

Everytime I lost

I came back like cook crack

Got my hand up in the game and I ain't never look back

I said I'm good

I'm hood

I wish a nigga would

Try to take me for a sucker he get hit up just because

Can't shake em off for nothin

Dey be hatin but for what

Cause I ain't even get a deal but

When I do they be like UHH!

Sick ya bitch all up on my dick

Cause you a bug

You a flee and I'm a G

I ain't no Crip I ain't no Blood

But I don't bend no I don't budge

I keep dat semi by my gut

A nigga tempt me fire up

I let that sig blow light em up

I say I ain't got that hazy

You know I got dat cush

Niggas rolling on that dirt be smokin dat Reggie Bush

Said dey always speak my name

But when dey see me they never look

Cause they know I keep that flame

But hold up that's anotha book

I said them shooters on deck

Goonies over there

And dat ain't even countin for tooly dat wear

I said dey bitches, pussy, coochie over there

So many clips it look like we shootin for a movie over here

E.A. dey don't pop, lock, and drop it

Round here in North Philly

Dey stop, cock, and pop it

Put you on your dyin bed

Leave you on dat lead dyin

Bust ya head up out that bread

A nigga bet not dare try it

I'm a motherfuckin gangster

Spank you with that banger

Soak you with that toaster

You niggaz straight cho-cha

Pussy ass niggaz for tha hundred I'll soak ya

Leave ya wet and gushy

I'm messin with some rookies

My drop top ridin

And my glock cock ridin

And I'm hangin out that window and I won't stop firen

Til a nigga on the ground and he twitchin

I walk down on em look em in his eyes stop bitchin

His mama fillin reports da boy he missin

These niggas tellin lies they ain't never sold a pigeon

Ain't got to go to BET to see how I'm livin

Just got to North Philly

And ask for that boy Gillie (dey gonna tell you he's a gangster)

I'm Oschino

You know I got dem kilos

You know I got dat fish if you tryna find nemo

My glocks straight from consemos

Six feet p low you get d pro

If you try to burn me like dat bitch Yolanda do niggaz pee holes

Gucci frames dey shade my vision

Showin my dick like circumcision

Niggaz mad at me cause dey pockets flat like plasma televisions

Elevate mind he probably fucked her

I ain't mad nigga dats what's up

Fuck dat bitch let's get deez bucks

I bout my green in God I trust

And trust I grind and coupes I drop

More hot on da block

Like when a cop get popped

Got it jumpin hoppin scotch

Why you hit nigga where da choppaz chop

Standin tall as city hall

Get on his CD nigga naw

Weirdos I can't fuck with ya'll

Meek in his bag nigga I'm in da broad

My young bulls clap like a applause

Be on ya ass like polo draws

Gettin dollaz go-go bars

Why you think we go so hard

Straight from da hood we don't kno no laws

All we kno is cars, broads, bars

Mounts o'z, hard, weed in jars

Guns, vest

Hustle, rest, projects

Killin, shootin, lootin

We a mess

No rep I talk with a tec

Burn it down nigga dey correct

Go to war with da ATF