Meek Mill - The Trillest Lyrics
[Hook: Meek Mill]Was the money good?, Was em *****es bad? Was them *****in' 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 skyFor the trillest, for the trillestAs the champagne pours and the campaign roarsAnd the lights shine bright every night that plug, for the trillest[Verse 1: Meek Mill]See my momma cry too many tearsAnd we been broke like too many yearsIt ain't too many kids, a couple homies, there ain't too many thereAnd they all gotta eat, they got too many kidsTo many kids with no fathers, doing too many bidsToo many bids, just gave 'em kids too many yearsAs soon as you get that money, that's sooner they appearSome [?] as soon as you shareAnd yeah, I've been losin' touch with my family, it ain't the sameI should've gave my sister some money, but I made it rainI should've hit the crib with my son and play a gameBut instead I ended up at the jeweler to make a chainIt's saying saying when you make money it make you changeLike four quarters, the fourth quarter, I made a laneShit, I had to walk forward they talkin' 'bout takin' trainsAnd takin' planes, I put the work in and made a nameBut the question is...[Hook: Meek Mill]Was the money good?, Was them *****es bad? was they *****in' 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 skyFor the trillest, for the trillestAs the champagne pours and the campaign roarsAnd the lights shine bright every night that plug, for the trillest[Verse 2: Meek Mill]I never wanted to be like Mike, I wanted to be like MitchNow all the lil' niggas wanna be like thisI wear my chain in any city, let you see my shitCause I earned that, it's on me, I'mma keep that shitI got blood on my money, ether in my soulDo you know the feeling durin' Easter with no clothes?Now it's stars in the ceiling, bringing ether out the roseWith the curtains on the windows, I'm just peepin' at my ghostMoney made me iller, already was realerYoung kings killin', young kings over skrillaThat's why I ride around mac on me like I was MillerOr Reggie when I shoot for that threeThey drop fetty, that's good moneyCome to my city, we talk heavy and die youngWhen we get some paper, we cop Prezis [?]20 inch rims for the dope boySellin' that coke boy, trappin' on your note boyGot that [?] off money, ***** I need a note for!?In them school hallways like "***** I need a note for!?"We ain't wanna go to class, was sellin' coke rawThe principal was coppa too, hit him with a snowball[Hook: Meek Mill]Was the money good?, Was them *****es bad? was they *****in' 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 skyFor the trillest, for the trillestAs the champagne pours and the campaign roarsAnd the lights shine bright every night that plug, for the trillest[Verse 3: Meek Mill]Lookin' for that intro I was at the dealer lookin' for another BenzoMatch kicks with my Kenzo, young niggaHeart of a lion, hungry as hippoWhen I was on my last, nobody ain't tell me shit thoughFlow slicker than Crisco, niggas talkin', I get lowDo my thing, they jump back, know how that shit goAnd they still say I'm arrogantI'm still eatin' steak with the asparagusWhen I get that money like I married it1 milly, 2 milly, 3 milly, buried itSince they say I'm underground, I run that ***** like HarrietRolls Royce pushin' real slow like a chariotPull up on 'em niggas that got to me, shit, embarrassin'I'mma real nigga with money, never trash itYou a fake niggas with money, it's no comparisonTold me that I couldn't get signed when I was rappin' itAnd told me I couldn't do songs when I was battlin'They told me that I couldn't be trap, I started trappin' itNever listen to 'em, oh well, shit is immaculateI'mma just go sit up in this back againSmoke the weed and laugh at 'emMake a couple million by accidentCouple niggas dropped on Twitter say they back againCouple months later on Twitter they say us laxativeShitted on 'em Nicky voice, did it on 'em BenjaminsPlently of 'em Benjamins, semi on 'em a many on a-Whole 'nother level from before nowTell my niggas when I see a hundred mil its going downWhen I made my first mil, I was like "it's on now"Then I made my second mil, money on the floor nowThen I made my third mil, I'm like "I need more now?"I got in my zone and that money started pourin' downEvery time I hit the booth, microphone torn downWe couldn't get a pair of Pumas, we up in the store now, *****es!
