Meek Mill - Fly Rich Lyrics
feat. Meek Mill, Mystikal & Tyga[Intro: Future]We gon’ get to it, niggaBy any means necessaryWe were born like this[Hook: Future]I be on some fly nigga shit when I step out…***** what y’all talkin’ aboutI be on some rich nigga shit when I step out…***** what y’all talkin’ about***** what y’all talkin’ about***** what y’all talkin’ about***** what y’all talkin’ aboutI be on some fly, rich nigga shit, steppin’ outI be on that fly, rich nigga shit, steppin’ out***** what y’all talkin’ about[Verse 1: Tyga]Quarter-mill for the car, quarter-mill on the armBlack Double-R, back the ***** offDrophead, cut your head off, hard top, no softWet ***** turn me on, money keep me hardKing shit, Versace tiles, I ain’t dryin’ offMarble floors, you dusty niggas couldn’t walk onJesus walked on water, so I’mma walk on chartersPrivate jets, baguettes, only ***** with ballersAll this, half a mill, first week of AugustI ain’t even doin’ shows, I’m just workin’ on the albumForty for the feesha, I just payed my mama’s VisaYou in the club breathin’, that Ten X, you niggas BeavisShe give me butt, head – get brain like a geniusI got that dope shit, the 80s chrome AlpinasWhite Beamer – my son gon’ inherit this flowYou niggas gumball drops on the bottom of my sole[Hook][Verse 2: Meek Mill]Young nigga, we Rich GangCame up from that rich gamePicture me rollin’ down…Black Double-R with your *****, maneWith that top off and that drop headPull up on ‘em, they drop deadNiggas talkin’ that bird shitWhen them birds came, they was not deadAnd I was out there with that workFrom the 15th to the 1stMy clique mean and they merkWe’ll let them clips squeeze like dirtWhen it come to them dollars, nigga, why bother?These niggas don’t want no problems‘Cause I’ll kill all y’all dead, put a price on your headGet your brain, I doubt itI be on that fly shit – M-O-B that mob shitBoy, I’m talkin’ G5 shitFifty racks for that ride, shitThat ain’t yours, that’s my *****You clocked out and I signed inWe young niggas, we grindin’We shinin’ like diamonds[Hook][Verse 3: Mystikal]Make them pop ten bottles like, "give me ten more"I’m in the club passin’ weed to the *****es, like “hit this shit”Your stupid ass outside talkin’ ‘bout “get me in!”Should’ve known I was a fool, when I movedWhen I pulled up in that BentleyTold y’all I was gangster, still somethin’ like a pimpDon’t say I didn’t – million-dollar flowGot a lot of dough, brand new clothesVIP for niggas like meWish a mother*****er would touch that ropeRappers, hustlers, dealers, killersThugs, goons, beasts, guerillasMoney, cars, jewels, chinchillasJets, cribs, condos, villasSay that, then… (hold up)Goddamn right, ***** I’ve been fly since way back whenThat’s right, I am YMCM, Grave Street, play that, thereBurnin’ up the track like a mother*****in’ matchstick,You know that’s himTryna shine when you come around stars like usThey do look dimAin’t got your game tight, ain’t got your swag upShame on themYour legs too little and your T-Shirt bigNigga, go to the gymFor the love of my clique, we up in this *****So sorry that your girl’s suckin’ my dickThrowin’ money in the air like I’m sick of this shit[Hook]
