Meek Mill - Amen Lyrics
[Meek Mill]I just wanna thank GodFor all the pretty women he let into my lifeAll the Benjamins he let me countWealth and health, for my familyAnd lettin’ me BALL on these niggas[Hook: Meek Mill]Now it’s a lot of bad *****es in the building (Ooh, Amen)A couple real niggas in the building (Amen)I’m finna kill niggas in the building (Amen)I tell the waiter fifty bottles and she tell me say whenAnd I say church (Preach)We make it light up like a church (Preach)She wanna ***** and I say church (Preach)Do Liv on Sunday like a church (Ahh, Preach)[Verse 1: Meek Mill]Bottle after bottle, drink until I overdosePull up in the Phantom watch them *****es catch the holy ghostEverytime I step up in the dealer I be goin’ brokeShorty wanna ***** me I say get on top and rollercoastAnd I lay back, she go cray***** me good, but she no stayMurder on that ***** let her boyfriend get that DOAGet it? And all I get is Frito LayPlus I’m on probation, when they test me I just pee RozayCause last night, I went hard, Peach Ciroc, Patron and allThirty racks on Magnum bottles, I think I was born to ballLookin’ like a million plus, fresh I’m out that corner storeHater I be doin’ me, you guys should be doin’ y’allI’m stackin’ money to the ceilingAll this ice that’s in my Rollie I be chillin’And I just made a couple millionSo I could take care of them children[Hook][Verse 2: Drake]Just bought my niggas some cane, so much it came with a planeBought my niggas some dope, so much it came with a boatI just bought me a crib so big it came with a moatFor niggas jumpin’ the fence I hope you niggas can floatAnd I just hope that I’m forgiven for carin’ ’bout how they livin’And loanin’ a little money and keepin’ ‘em out of prisonI ain’t lyin’ in my verses I’m just telling you the basicsOf growin’ up with your friends and becoming the one that made it, Yes lord!All gold, man I got these *****es soulTalkin’ bout these other rappers getting old is even getting oldWorry ’bout your followers, you need to get your dollars upMe and Meek, young niggas poppin’ like our collars upAnd good ain’t good enough, and your hood ain’t hood enoughSpend my whole life putting on, you spend your whole life putting upAin’t no telling when I go, so there ain’t shit that I’mma wait forI’m the type to say a prayer, then go get what I just prayed forNigga, church[Hook][Verse 3: Meek Mill]Lord forgive me for my sins, I’m just tryna winAnd she a devil in that dress but if she knock I let her inAnd if she knock I let her inI had her up by 12 o clock, then 3 o clock she wet againI’m screamin’ “Oh Lord”That ***** good, that ***** goodI’m tryin to hold onI wish I could, you think I should?She got that million dollar bodyShawty my BugattiAnd she said she got a manwe keep it secret illuminati(Got Patron On deck)And Ciroc all in my bottle(Push it all on here)She was on that Repressitol(She take it all off)And I take her offAnd this ***** spinnin’ like I hit the lotto[Chorus]
