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Hmm, this is my brother Yeah this is My rules, my rules, my rules, my rules, my— (Yeah) I like the way you work it Never met an angel that was perfect I never met a demon that was worth it (Yeah) They know the book Vor' come with amenities and plenty fees Your favorite model is not a ten to me, I got ten of these Your favorite rapper is still feeding off my energy I just talked to Jeff, I told him strictly pesos I just talked to Jeff, I told him strictly Bezos 'Cause I'm too rich to pay hoes Old niggas hatin' on the young niggas, damn Young niggas wildin' out, beefin' on the 'Gram I just hope this money don't make me lose who I am It's funny 'cause this money make me lose all my friends They say "It's something 'bout Meek Milly, he movin' different than them" It's lil' fish, I take ya bitch for a swim The jewelry loud but the Richard Millie plain, I let it whisper to them That 33 on me like Pippen again, I been a bull Niggas know I won't fold, I been to war Rap beef, street beef, really done did 'em all I get money, fuck bitches, and I ball My haters linkin' over my haters, it's ten of y'all SongtexteAnd y'all still couldn't body me Flow smoother than Wallaby I do it so honorably And y'all wonder why they proud of me This shit is rare Man, I had cops tryna lie on me I caught a case at eighteen, they still was puttin' time with me But looky here, I bounce back like every time I'm 'bout a dollar but on every dime I hit her once and I say never mind, yeah I get my Audemars from Francois so I can stay ahead of time, ha Catchin' Ms and I been catchin' tens So many Bentleys and Rolls Royces, I can't trust a Benz How could I ever trust a bitch when I done fucked her friends? 'Cause I know when we go our ways she gon' fuck my man Damn, hate the game, not the players in it They say you won't respect a ho until you layin' with her And she on Versace sheets, pussy-playin' with it I'm out here rappin' like I'm broke, you niggas playin' with it (Ha) In the studio, I don't sleep 'Cause every time I drop, I make a million every week I'm in a Aston Martin truck, she don't know if it's car or Jeep But she ain't really trippin' 'bout it 'cause all she know is she with Meek, shit get deep Shit, it get deeper and deeper, that shit y'all talkin' gettin' cheaper and cheaper I'm tired of hearin' about y'all Pateks and them foreigns y'all leasin' 'Cause I got mansions 'round the corner from each other and I don't even see 'em I gotta check 'em on camera just to make sure they good And niggas had the nerve to tell me I don't be in the hood, I don't get it Even if I did I wouldn't be with it I'm used to being on islands with like twenty-three bitches I'm used to ridin' 'round in bulletproofs with like two or three switches Y'all niggas outside fifty deep, I'm with like two or three niggas in the mix Deep down in it where y'all niggas ain't allowed at You ever wear a Richard Millie where the wolves growl at? My dog got a sentence, gave him life, he ain't allowed back I already made it rich, I pray to God he give his time back I'm living out my dreams, yeah, these niggas haters '21 Maybach fly by, see you later They ain't even here, they was quiet as a refrigerator And I ain't even want 'em to see me 'cause I was faded, for real (Yeah) I like the way you work it Never met an angel that was perfect I never met a demon that was worth it (Yeah) They know the book Vor' come with amenities and plenty fees Your favorite model is not a ten to me, I got ten of these Your favorite rapper is still feeding off my energy I just talked to Jeff, I told him strictly pesos I just talked to Jeff, I told him strictly Bezos 'Cause I'm too rich to pay hoes (Pay hoes) Aus Songtexte Mania