Meek Mill - Dreams Worth More Than Money Lyrics
Come on let’s get itYa nigga my album comin’Dreams worth more than money niggaThis mother *****in’ summerI been gettin’ so much mo*****in’ money nigga*****in’ all these *****esI think I done took a year offStill snappin’ thoughA lot of niggas fallin’ offWe ain’t doing nothin’ but gettin’ stronger niggaNew deals, new money, double M G DreamchaserLet’s get itMy man got booked with a stone of whiteIf they make his bail a ‘mil, he coming home tonightI went from standing on them corners, jumping on them flightsTalking jumping out of Bentleys, jumping on them bikesMiddle of the jungle no strap, ice onNiggas ***** in the dark, let’s turn them lights onI used to sleep on the same floors the mice onNow it’s Italian marble, moon walking like Mike doingRest in peace to Mike, I rest in peace the micI pop a couple percs, I drink that Easter SpriteIts levels to this shit, dog you won’t believe my lifePeanut butter jelly on a french toast, eating rightChampagne gargling, everything is marvelous62 Maybach, I can barely park the shitGot these rappers scared see em’ shaking like it’s ParkinsonsIf they said my name they got flamed, I’m the arsonistA man don’t eat he gonna starve, a man gonna starve he gonna dieI know that they gonna try, that’s why I stay strapped with a brand new mac and it’s 45So when they jump fast, better whistle like off-sidesCause I’m from Philly, we’ll eat your cheese steakI told Diddy, I ain’t walking for no cheesecakeCause the jeweler making the band with the freeze faceI’m on now, I got neighbors like in 3 statesDo it for the vine, I ain’t gonna do itLets talk about the time when I use to go through itNappy ass braids, with the cold shootersWe was playing with razors before they had the little scootersShit I walked in with my Pumas on, you ain’t even know itThese a million dollar pair of sneaks nigga, you ain’t even know itSaid Reebok dropped Ross, we ain’t even know itCause he went and brought that Bentley Breitling, he ain’t even show itAt 21 I wanted to pop a bottleAt 22 I wanted the hottest modelAt 23 I wanted the Rolls-RoyceSo what you think I did, I went and *****ing got itI hit my hood, niggas looking *****ing sourThey see me rolling and I be like you *****ing cowardI just want to ball, spending the quarter on y’allJust take a look at my car, you don’t remember I starvedI want it allBack in the day, packing the KAll that hate I made that go awayI do you dirty take you back to the APut in the verse like that Mac in you faceAnd Philly nigga, I’m mac in the bayI’m all beast still killing shit, I’m speaking all street still killing shitHurricane the first week, I still killed the shitIntro been out like a year and I’m still killing shit
